Oh, fucking Christ, she’s already so tense, I can feel her fluttering around me, her body clenching down on my fingers. It stirs my blood and I slant my mouth, turning the kiss deep, feral, like a starving man as I plunge roughly in and out of her cunt.
Rosalind is gasping and suddenly, her hands grip me harder, pulling me in as she wraps her legs back around me and I slide a hand beneath her ass. She rides my fingers expertly, kissing me back with just as much fervor.
She’s running on instinct, and it’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. This young woman, a virgin, naked while I’m dressed, is riding my hand like she can’t get me deep enough, kissing me like she can’t get enough.
She feels like heaven: hot, wet, a little tighter, a little more desperate with each upward thrust. The kiss is rough and hard, animalistic and carnal. Our tongues duel for control as I rub her clit, pounding my fingers into her, wanting her to come properly.
But I stop.
Breathing harshly, I stop.
I lift my head. Hers is thrown back, her eyelids low, the blue of her eyes glittering with lust and need and unfulfillment, like I’ve woken a hungry goddess.
She moves on my fingers, like she’s trying to get me to move again, like she needs it. Rose has had long enough to lose that edge and hunger for it with a deeper need. It’s a gorgeous sight. She gives a moaning growl, trying to move again, beckoning me on with her sweet pussy. Fuck it-I slam my fingers back into her, making her throw her head back hard with a loud moan. This time, it’s from pleasure she’s gladly taking, opening up to the inevitable. I fuck her harder in response, curling my fingers to hit her Gspot.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Yes, yes, yes.” She’s going to come, I can feel it.
“Oh, yes, please, more!” That stops me.
She’s right on the brink, and this time, I pull my fingers from her, earning a whine as she scrambles for my hand. Instead, I set her down and step back, wanting to observe my handiwork.
Her thighs are wet with her juices, her cunt swollen. Her skin is flushed pink, a hickey on her throat, and her mouth is bruised, soft, open, tits red from rubbing against my chest. Her hair… it’s an utter mess of sex. She looks like she’s been thoroughly fucked.
I want to turn away-I need a moment to get the raging lust in me under control, to get the fucking pole in my pants down to something normal. I try and settle my breathing, her tits falling and rising rapidly, unevenly, as she does the same. As if she’s just now realized I’m watching her, she blinks and looks away, trying in vain to cover herself. I catch her hand to stop her. “Don’t.”
“I’m-”
“What?” I sneer the word at her and latch onto my anger at her disobedience. “You’re going to tell me you’re not going in there?”
“I’m naked.” Her gaze snaps to mine, understanding and real fear settling onto her face.
“You had your chance, Rose.”
She glances down at herself, then at me, shame and fear bright in her eyes. “I look like…”
I take her mouth in one more hard, deep kiss, parting her lips, and, God help me, her hot, wet depths are welcoming as her tongue slides against mine. I feel it everywhere. She’s kissing me back, rubbing against me like she didn’t just beg me to let her go.
Suddenly, I lift my head, breaking the kiss. “You look like you’ve just been well and truly fucked. That is how they’re going to see you.” I push my fingers that were in her pussy into her mouth, down to the back of her throat, making her gag. “Suck, sweet Rose. Clean off your juices.”
Hate rises in her gaze, and it kills the fear lingering there, but she does as I ask, and I slide my fingers back and forth in her wet, hot mouth, imagining they were somewhere else.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “I’m going to love it when you go down on me. Suck harder. Take me right down to the back of your throat. Yeah, that’s right.”
She gags, but does as I ask, sucks at my fingers like she has a cock between her lips.
“Stop.”
Rose stills, but I don’t pull free. Instead, I stretch my fingers, taking up space as I pull almost out, stretching open her mouth before I dive back in. I keep it shallow, letting her fully appreciate it all. When I’m done, I pull my fingers slowly from her mouth, wiping my digits over her lips and chin. I clamp my hand on her wrist as she raises her hand to wipe her face.
“Nikolai-”
“Don’t speak and don’t touch yourself, unless you want to give them all a show. If you test me again, I’ll make you touch yourself, spread those legs for everyone to see. Got it?”
She nods as a blush creeps up her neck. I don’t let go of her wrist as I lead her down the hall to the study. I don’t want to show her to these men, particularly not naked. I don’t want anyone seeing sweet Rose naked but me, but understand that I am to be obeyed. She needs to learn her fucking lesson, and I don’t care how I have to do it.