Red Hot Rose Boxed Set (5 page)

“When I’m ready,” he said, moving one hand up to grab a handful of my hair, pulling my head back.
 
My mouth was jerked away from his, my throat completely exposed.
 

I should have been afraid at the near-violence, but I wasn’t.
 
I wanted more.
 
I’d never been so turned-on in my life, and I was totally sober.
 
I refused to over-think it, instead immersing myself in the sensations.

He leaned down and bit me on the neck, then sucked me hard in the spot that was left stinging.
 
My hole spasmed with pleasure, causing me to gasp with it.
 
His hand left my leg and reached around to my backside, pushing my slit up against his upright cock.
 

I immediately started rubbing on him, getting myself off, my juices quickly covering both of us and making the sliding so easy … too easy.
 
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

“No!” he growled, biting me again.
 
“Not yet.
 
I’m not ready for you to come yet, you little bitch.”

I gasped sharply, stung by the name-calling, but at the same time, feeling the rage turn into hot passion.
 
I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head up hard.
 
“Don’t call me that name.
 
Ever.”

He slowly let go of my hair and stood up straight, releasing himself from the hold I’d loosened.
 
His cock sprung out as he moved away from my body to put some distance between us.
 
He stared me right in the eyes, his nostrils flared, his jaw tense.
 

And then he spoke.
 
“Suck my cock.”

I should have slapped him in the face and stormed out.
 
I know I should have.
 
But I was not in charge anymore.
 
My brain and all its logic was being sent away by the much stronger force that had taken over everything inside of me.
 
The space between my legs was calling the shots now, and it had seriously loosened my tongue.

“Lick me first,” I said, daring him.
 
I’d only ever had that done to me once before, and it had been passably pleasant.
 
But this guy had to know that I wasn’t going to be bossed around for nothing, so I opened up my legs wider and put one of my stilettoed heels up on the desk next to me.

He smiled devilishly, and lowered himself to his knees in front of me.
 

Just watching him go down, staring at me, made the dripping start all over again.
 
I felt like the queen of sex, ordering this powerful man to his knees in front of me.
 
The cool air on my throbbing, hot slit was making me want to scream, just to get the anxious energy away from me.
 
I was ready to explode with passion even before he touched me, and as his face got closer and closer, I started panting with the anticipation, gripping the edge of the desk and making my knuckles go white with tension.

He put his hands on the inside of my thighs, pushing them open, pulling my lips apart with his fingers.
 
The stretching alone was making me crazy.
 
My mind was already imagining the feeling of his tongue on me.
 

I watched him move his face in, quivering with the need to feel him there.
 

His tongue came out and touched me, stiff and pointed.
 
He started from my hole and worked his way up my slit with agonizing slowness, towards my clit.
 
Once at the top, his tongue circled a few times before his whole mouth was there, gently sucking while he moved the tip of his tongue on me.

I screamed out without thinking.
 
“Oh,
God!
 
What are you
doing?”

He backed away, looking up at me as he leaned over to bite my inner thigh, nipping it enough to make it sting and send a shock up into my pussy.
 
“You want me to stop?”

“No,” I whispered, “please don’t.”

His tongue moved again, starting where he bit me and moving up my thigh to reach the juncture between my legs again.
 
I nearly died when he stopped right at the edge of my lips, licking and blowing right there near the edge.

Once more, he came to my center, but this time with a flat tongue, made soft and wide.
 
He lapped up my juices, swallowing and breathing hot air on me, rubbing his lips and tongue on my clit.
 
I felt his finger glide into me, and the combination of his mouth and that thick hard thing inside me nearly ended it all right there.
 
But he pulled away sharply, sliding his finger out and standing again in front of me.

“I told you,” he said, “not yet.
 
Now it’s your turn.
 
I want you to suck me off.”

I licked my lips, not sure I could rise to the level he had, skill-wise.
 
I was no master blow-job giver, that was for sure.
 
I pushed myself down off the desk, my dress falling down to cover my thighs which were shaking like crazy.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

“What?
 
My dress?”

He nodded.
 
“Take it off,” he said in a lower, dangerous-sounding voice.
 
“Before I rip it off.

My eyes opened wide in alarm, not doubting for
 
a second he would do it.
 
I could only imagine the embarrassment of leaving the party with a ripped dress, so I stood, hurrying to do his bidding.
 
The material scraped against my sensitive nipples as I pulled it over my head.

He grabbed me while my arms where still tangled in the material, pushing me up against the desk as he held them captured above me.

“What are you…?”

I didn’t have to finish my question, because I got my answer.
 
He lifted up my left leg and slid his cock into me, one long stroke, pressing in so far, I could feel him filling my hole and going to the very deepest part of me.
 
I was so wet there was no hesitation, nothing to catch his huge rod from completely and totally penetrating me.

He didn’t pull out immediately, either.
 
I had expected to be pounded from there, but instead he froze, only pushing in harder, rubbing the stem of his dick up against my clit.
 
The desk was pinching the back of my ass, but I didn’t care.

“Oh, fuck,” was all I could say, wanting to strain against him, feeling the walls of my hole being stretched to the max.

He withdrew slowly, making me cry out as he left me empty.
 
He pulled me away from the desk, yanking my dress off my arms and pushing down on my shoulders until I was forced to my knees.

“Now suck it, like I told you to.
 
Nice and easy.”
 
He thrust his cock into my face and waited expectantly, looking down at me through furious eyes.
 
He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, yanking his white undershirt off too, throwing them both on the ground, bearing his totally sculpted and bronzed chest and abs.
 

Good lord, he’s perfect.

I was struck by how angry he looked and how controlling he was being, but I wasn’t afraid.
 
I felt like I was in control, even though I was following his orders.
 
It was a heady mix, my dripping pussy spread out below me and his hard length waving heavily in front of my face.
 
I reached up and took it in my hand, reveling in its hardness and the big, meaty head that still glistened with my moisture.

I reached out my tongue and flicked the head, trying not to smile when he flinched and hissed in a breath.
 
I slowly ran circles around the tip with a hard tongue, and then just like him, softened it to lap it a few times before slowly taking it into my mouth.
 
It didn’t bother me at all that I could smell and taste myself there.
 
I liked it, even.

I felt his hips press forward in anticipation, so I backed up, removing his cock from my mouth with a pop.
 
“Don’t move, or I’ll stop,” I said.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair.
 
“Stop, and I’ll fucking ram it down your throat.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, before taking his balls in one hand and the shaft in the other, stroking it while I gently felt his heavy sack that jumped and moved as I brought the head back into my mouth.

“Fuck,” was all he said, as he tipped his head back, his chest muscles spasming and his ab muscles standing out in stark relief.
 
His one arm hung at his side, fisted, the lines of muscle fiber bulging and twisting.
 
The hand in my hair pushed, setting up a rhythm as I pulled him in and out, in and out, working the shaft with my hand, reveling in the veins that bumped along my lips.
 
I took him deeper and deeper, just to the point of gagging, focusing on loosening my throat and taking all of him in.

His breathing came faster, shallower.
 
He moaned over and over.

I could feel his balls drawing up, getting ready to unleash their load into my mouth, so I pulled away, releasing his body from my hands and standing, completely unembarrassed in my heels and underwear.
 
One of my bra straps had slid down and I reached up to put it back.

His hand flashed out and grabbed mine, squeezing it hard enough to be uncomfortable.
 
“Don’t.
 
Leave it.”
 
He let me go and stepped closer, his cock pressing against my stomach.
 
He kissed me gently while lowering both bra straps down.
 
Then he moved his mouth to my nipples where he licked and nipped me, sucking each one hard enough to make my lips below tingle with desire.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I whispered.

“Beg me and I might end it for you.”

“Beg you?” I asked, not sure I understood.

“Beg me to fuck you.
 
Do it,” he said, pushing me towards the couch with his hard chest, stopping his forward progress just long enough to lean over and grab some of the roses out of the nearby vase.

My hands reached up to run through the sparse hair over his pecs, stopping at his nipples to squeeze them.
 

He grabbed one of my hands and pulled it down to his dick.
 
“Beg me.”

I wanted to.
 
I really did.
 
But something made me not do it.
 
Something made me do the opposite of what I wanted.
 
I took his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly and saying, “I’m not going to beg you for anything.
 
You need to beg
me.”

He scoffed.
 
“Me?
 
Beg
you?
 
Sorry.
 
Not gonna happen.”
 
He laughed, menacingly, but then hissed a little as I reached the head of his dick and ran my fingers over it.

I lifted an eyebrow.
 
“Fine.
 
I’ve got a vibrator,” I lied, letting go of him and acting like I was going to walk around him to get my dress.

He growled, dropping the roses and picking me up roughly, dropping me on my back on the couch.
 
“Vibrator?! …
Fuck
your vibrator.”
 
He made as if to climb on me, but I held up a scolding finger.
 
“Uh, uh, uhhh.
 
Beg me for it.”

“No,” he said, poised above me, grabbing the flowers off the ground and tearing the petals off.

“At least ask, then,” I said, feeling some of my confidence and ardor slip away as he refused to give in.

He smiled devilishly, dropping rose petals on me, their soft caresses making me shiver.
 
“Fair enough.
 
Rose … sweet Rose.
 
May I bury my cock into your pussy and fuck you until you scream?”
 
The last petal left his fingers and floated down.

I nearly choked on the pleasure that seized me.
 
All I could do was nod my head.

“Say please,” he said, lowering himself down over me.
 

I could smell the scent of the flowers mixing with our sex.
 
Unable to wait anymore, I whispered, “Please,” just as I felt his big head going into my hole, feeling every bump of every vein as it slid in.
 
I took the full ten inches, but it felt like twice that, he went so slow.

He hissed with pleasure as he pushed it in farther and farther, stretching me so fully, I wanted to cry with the pleasure.

“Can you feel that?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I said in a high voice, ready to lose control again.

“You’re so wet, you’re dripping on my balls.
 
God, I want to eat you and fuck you at the same time.”

My mind was spinning with his raunchy compliments and the feeling of fullness between my legs, trying to hold off the build-up of passion I felt rising from the heat he was generating.
 
I wanted it to last, but I knew if he kept moving this slow and angling slightly up to slide his shaft against my most sensitive parts, I wasn’t going to make it more than a few strokes.

“Oh, God,” I gasped, feeling a wave coming from somewhere deep inside me.

“That’s right you fucking bitch,
come!”

“Don’t
call
me that!” I yelled, scratching his back deeply, as his rhythm picked up and his body slammed into me over and over.

His balls slapped against my back hole, while he stretched my other hole wider and wider, pushing my legs apart, making me wish my ass was spread open too.
 
I was going delirious from the sensations that were coming from everywhere down there.
 
I wanted everything he had to give me and more.
 
I was insane with the passion.