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She’s not wearing a ton of makeup, but her red lipstick is more than enough. Something about the color makes me want to taste her lips.
She’s always wanted us to know how to cook just in case — or, as Nana said, “I’ll be damned if I have some useless ass grandsons.”
She’s like if skim milk were a person.
“Mm, perfect,” she says, closing her eyes and shaking her hips. “I’ve trained you well.” The low purr of her voice makes my cock ache. I’d gladly let her train me to do a lot of things.
But the way she’s looking at me, a mix of anticipation and heat completely wipes my head clear of thought. Fuck it.
“You sure about that?” she asks. “Ride my fucking face, Rose,” I say. “I’ll let my actions speak for themselves.”
“Are you sure? Because this seems like the beginning to a horror movie and the odds are definitely against me in that situation,” she says.
“Tell me, Rose,” Wes says, putting a finger under my chin and turning my face toward him. “What do you want to do? You want to suck my cock like a good girl?”
“You’re not going to take it without asking, are you?” He brushes my braids over my shoulder and I narrow my eyes at him. His eyes light up in amusement. “Ask for it.”
“So damn tight, too.” He strokes his fingers just right, making my toes curl and back arch. “You going to squeeze my cock the way you’re squeezing my fingers?”
“Don’t cover your mouth. I need to hear you fucking scream for me.”
“You’re going to do that again on my cock,” he says, standing up. “Understand?” “Can’t,” I say. I’m a puddle on the bed. “Not more than once in a row.” “It wasn’t a question. It’s just a fact.” He digs around in his back and comes back with a condom. “Now spread your legs for me. I’m going to fuck you into this mattress until you’re falling to pieces and hoarse from moaning so much.”
I look up at Wes, whose look of pure pleasure is different than anything I’ve ever seen from him. His eyes are closed, his brows furrowed and his lips parted. It’s so hot that I clench around him. He grabs my leg and stops. “Fuck, Rose, warn me before you do that,” he says, his voice rough.
“I know, baby,” he says. My eyes nearly cross when he slides into me hard and fast. “You need this cock, don’t you?” God, yes. Instead of speaking, I just moan. I want to bury my face into the comforter but watching him fuck me isn’t something I want to miss.
“Let me see that pretty face while you come for me,” he says breathlessly.
I want Rose, period. I’ve never experienced this kind of need before — it’s consuming and obsessive. I want all of her to myself.
“Because I’m falling in love with you,” he says softly, but with confidence. “And I’ve never felt like this toward anyone and don’t have a fucking clue on how to say it. It’s a lot easier to show it.”
I’m going to marry her someday, not that she knows that yet. But I know it for a fact already. But instead of saying that, I just kiss her on the forehead again. She’ll know soon enough.
