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6. Rose
My life is fucking beautiful. The apartment I rent with my girl is a dreamland, I drive the hottest car around, and my girl is so fine and so sweet that everyone wants a piece of her. And yet, she still comes home to me every night. I make sure I reward that shit, too. I only dominate her because she loves it. Not a day goes by that we don't each have a handful of orgasms, falling into bed in the early hours of the morning and sleeping like babies; exhausted from a day full of dancing, fucking, and loving as hard as we can.
What started as two women fed the fuck up over men dicking us around has bloomed into something amazing, and you can bet your ass I don't take it for granted for one goddamn second. My life growing up wasn't all sunshine and daisies, but we live a life of luxury now, with very little worries and stress in our world. Bills are more than paid, zero debt to our names, and we can buy anything our heart desires. Still, we don't desire much more than what we have.
Every morning I'm shocked I'm not waking up from this dream.
Baby is fucking gorgeous, asleep in our bed. Fluffy black and gold pillows and blankets drowning her petite little body where all I can see is her tiny little head sticking out. She's the picture of peace; long lashes resting on soft porcelain cheeks, pouty lips hanging slightly open, her lower lip out just a little bit more than the top. Sometimes her nose twitches like a little bunny or scrunches when a piece of hair blows in her face from the fan we keep on at all times when we sleep.
I would let her sleep, but I woke up with a throbbing pussy, even though I'm deliciously achy all over from our time with the boys last night. I'm sure I'm nowhere as sore as Baby is, my pretty girl did such a good job taking both of those huge cocks, and I love that she loved every second of it.
I could have done without Pretty Boy's smart-ass remarks, but he proved to be good with his mouth anyways. Not to mention the payout will cover our rent for three months, easily.
With a grin on my lips, I roll towards Baby, my hand reaching out under the covers to run down her soft curves. I'll never get enough of touching her. She lets out a small little moan, but she's such a heavy sleeper, she won't wake up until well after my tongue is buried in her pussy. Watching her squirm in her sleep is my favorite part of waking her up like this. She's totally unguarded, sweet and simple and so fucking sexy.
Rolling on top of her, my lips trail down the center of her chest, then over to one dusty pink nipple that I suck into my mouth. Her breathing hitches, her back arches just a bit, little fists clenching in the blankets. She whimpers when I pull back and blow cold air on the wetness I just left behind before traveling lower down her stomach. Somewhere around her belly button, her legs part, and I run my hands over her thighs, gripping them before I throw them over my shoulders.
My arms wrap underneath her legs and up around her hips, my hands spreading on the warm, soft skin of her flat stomach while I suck on one lip, then the other. She's writhing for me, panting shallow breaths, her lashes fluttering just a bit, though not enough to open her eyes. Not yet. I spread her lips with my fingers, my tongue taking one long, delicious lick of the tastiest pussy I've ever fucking had. She's already soaking wet, but I knew she would be. She came twice more in the shower when we got home last night, but she was still pleading with me for more when exhaustion took over and she had no choice but to sleep. She's an insatiable little thing.
"Rose…" Her sweet little voice pants, her hips shoving her pussy against my face. I can see all the way up her tight, tiny body to her sweet, sleepy face. Her long eyelashes are starting to flutter as she wakes up, her fingers finding their way into my tangled hair.
I suck her swollen clit into my mouth fucking hard, making her hips buck violently as she cries out. It takes my hands gripping into her hips with a bruising force to get her to hold still enough for me to keep driving her wild.
"Jesus fuck, Rose," she screams, her grip on my hair tightening and sending a stinging pain from my scalp down to my clit.
Usually, I'm content with eating my Baby out until she comes all over my face, keeping the taste of her on my tongue all day to remind me of why I do the things I do. Spoiler alert; it's fucking all for her. Every move I make is to make sure my Baby is taken care of and happy as I can possibly make her.
But not this morning. This morning I want to fuck her. Watch her big doe eyes roll back on her pretty face as my cock pounds into her. And I want to come too. No, fuck that, I need to come. We're both sore as fuck from last night, probably Baby more than me considering she took both of those beautiful cocks like a fucking gold medalist, but I know she won't mind if I make her a little sorer. She loves the pain just as much as I do. Gets off on it, even.
She whimpers when I pull back, but I'm quick to soothe her, running one hand up her torso to squeeze her hot little tit. "Shhh, baby girl. You know I'm gonna take care of you." I whisper, not letting her go while I lean over the bed and pull out our little treasure chest. We have a shit ton more toys than this, but these are our everyday go-to's.
Believe me, lesbians don't need toys to get off. We have zero problems giving our partners orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. But they certainly make things a fuck of a lot more fun.
Grabbing the cordless wand and one of our favorite vibrating strapless dildos, the kind that can be inside us both while I fuck her senseless, I sit back up on the bed to suck and bite on my girl's lips. She always goes fucking wild when she tastes herself on me, and this time is no exception.
With a sweet little growl that sounds more like a kitten than the panther she was going for, Bella yanks the cock that will soon be buried deep inside her out of my hands, her fingers finding my cunt with expert precision. There's no warm-up, I don't need it. I'm already fucking soaked and throbbing for her, so when she shoves three fingers into my pussy while biting down on my lip, I'm not ashamed at all when that singular motion combined with the twinge of pain from my used pussy being invaded with very little warning has me moaning into her mouth while I come all over her fingers.
"Good girl, Daddy," she whispers against my lips, hers tilting up in this cocky little smirk. She's not as innocent as everyone thinks she is, not even as innocent as she pretends to be. Baby is a fucking slut wrapped up in the sweetest package I've ever seen.
But she doesn't call the fucking shots. I didn't tell her to take the reins like that, so naturally, she needs to be punished.
Wrapping her hair around my hand, I give it a sharp tug, bending my head to leave a trail of bites along her neck. Ones I'm sure will leave marks like the one Pretty Boy thought he was slick leaving on my girl.
Motherfucker.
"Did I tell you I wanted to come yet?" I tease in her ear, biting down hard on the lobe.
"No, Daddy, but I just wanted you to feel as good as you make me feel," her slim little body arches against me, her hands running down my back to grab my ass. Another liberty I didn't give her permission for.
"I was going to fuck you, but I don't think you've earned that yet, babygirl. I think instead I'm going to sit on your pretty little face and edge you until you're begging me to let you come."
Her big brown eyes grow even wider, especially when I toss the dildo to the ground and grab the wand, turning around and straddling her head. "Now, Baby, be a good girl and eat my pussy like I know you're so good at doing. Maybe if you do a really good job I'll squirt for you."
I should have known I wouldn't have to give her the instruction twice. Baby dove her mouth into my cunt like we were in the middle of the desert and I was the only source of water. I wanted to scream, to let her know how much I loved having her mouth on me, but I wasn't ready to give her the satisfaction.
Instead, I tossed my lavender blond hair over one shoulder, pried her legs open as wide as they would go, and reached for the wand. "I swear to the gods, Baby, you even try and close your legs, I'll make you fucking bleed, got it?"
The thing is, she likes that too—if how wet that comment just made her is any indication.
She doesn't answer my question though, so I spread her lips with two fingers, snapping my hand directly on her red and throbbing clit. Her little scream makes me cream all over her fucking face but I feel her nodding from her position between my thighs.
"Y-yes Daddy...I understand," she finally confirms.
"Mm, my good little slut," I purr, sliding my fingers into her tight as fuck pussy.
I set to work fucking her like she loves—hard and deep, my fingers curling up to hit that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust. Her moans against my pussy only make this process so much fucking sweeter, her little pink tongue working its magic. We know each other's bodies so well by now, it doesn't take long for me to have her legs shaking, and that's when I add the wand, turning it all the way up and placing it directly on her clit.
It sets her off like lightning, screaming and bucking underneath me as she gushes all over our sheets. The soft skin of her lower stomach brushes my nipples and it feels too fucking good. Before I know it, I'm coming for her, but neither of us stop. This is how it is with us, an almost constant marathon of sex and kisses and so much love my heart bursts.
I smack her inner thighs, she digs her fingers into my ass. I run my nails down her legs, she bites my clit. Again and again, we come and come and come some more. And then we get up to shower and have a few more orgasms there.
But alas, the fun has to come to an end sometimes.
So when Baby is finally somewhat sated, she looks at me with those big brown Bambi eyes and I know exactly what she wants. And like everything else, she'll get it too.
-SiN-
The farmer's market is totally not my scene. At least, it wasn't before Baby came along. Now we go every Saturday, whether it's our day off or we're just coming from a long night at the club. It's quickly become my favorite thing, seeing her happy little ass bounce around in her high-waisted, cutoff shorts, a sexy black bralette, and combat boots. Her cat-eye sunglasses would look silly on anyone else, but of course, they're fucking sexy on her.
She loves this shit, though. The fresh produce, handmade baked goods, jams, crafts, and candles, and all that other fancy shit. The first time she dragged me to one, she gave me this lecture about how it's our duty to support local businesses, especially local farmers. My girl has a little hippie in her. Or maybe it's a little gypsy. Either way, I wouldn't give up these days with her for anything in the world.
Our little rolling cart has already been filled with freshly baked bread, watermelon, some tomatoes, and this peach salsa I can't wait to try. Gods know it will be full before we leave today.
"Baby, you need to reapply," I tell her, digging in my bag for the tube of sunscreen I keep just for her. My skin has always been prone to picking up a tan in the perpetual summer of Malibu, but sweet Baby will burn to a crisp in the blink of an eye.
It's a little harder to do all the dirty, depraved things I want when she's nursing a sunburn.
Her big, doe eyes shoot me a glare as she yanks the bottle from my hands. "Yes, mother."
Fucking…
Swear to god she's lucky we're in public and I can't bend her ass over and teach her a lesson for talking back to me like that.
"Wanna try that again?" I ask, my eyes blazing with the thoughts of how I could tie her up and make her pay for smarting off. Maybe gag her and try out some new nipple clamps while I spank her pussy.
"I mean, yes Daddy," her eyelashes flutter, looking innocent as can be, but I know the truth. She does this shit on purpose, the fucking brat, just to make sure I punish her later.
It doesn't help that watching her slather lotion all over her porcelain skin is distracting as fuck. Shit makes my pussy throb and she's not even doing anything indecent. I'm sure I'm gaping at her like a horny idiot, but she's being good and looking away as she applies the lotion to her decolletage. I've been known to drag her in all sorts of nasty places to have my way with her when it gets to be too much, but fuck there are a lot of kids around today.
"Shit. Fuck. No," Baby curses, stopping mid-stroke down her chest to pull me behind a nearby tent frantically.
"Jesus, Baby, what?" I jerk my head around to figure out what the ever-loving fuck has her freaking out so bad, and that's when I spot him. The fucking giant tree of a man himself, the Big Guy that tore my pussy up so good I still fucking feel it. "Baby, what is the big deal?"
"You don't think it'd be weird running into him when we're both struggling to walk from him and his buddy's cock splitting us apart?" She spits. My hand clamps over her mouth to stop her rambling.
"Would you shut the fuck up? This is a family place. And who gives a fuck, anyway? It was a one-time gig, they knew that going in."
"Yeah. Okay, you're right," her perfect chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and I couldn't help myself. I had to taste her. Tangling my fingers in the hair at the base of her skull, I pulled her into me and sucked those perfect lips like my life fucking depended on it.
She didn't even hesitate for a second, grinding all on me like I was her own personal stripper pole. Her tiny hands danced all over my skin, sliding up the distressed tank top I wore, and I swear to all holy fuck, I would've fucked her right there if we hadn't been interrupted.
"Ho-ly shit, if it's not the two girls that have kept my cock hard all week. Can't even keep your hands off each other in public, huh?"
When I break away from Baby, breathing hard and pissed off that we were interrupted, my pussy throbs with a fucking vengeance when I see the Big Guy himself in the light of day. He seems bigger like this, his long hair pulled up in a bun to combat the Malibu heat, every-fucking-inch of his skinny covered in ink, and his dark gray tank top hanging off him like it knows how fucking lucky it is to be draped over this fine ass motherfucker.
"Do ya blame me?" Baby asks, her hands gripping my waist to pull me closer.
He looks like he's about to devour me—us—when his eyes rake from head to toe and he grunts, a caveman sound that shouldn't make my pussy as wet as it does.
Then again, Baby was doing just fine in that department on her own.
"No, I can't say I blame either of you," Emmett rasps, his voice low and hungry.
"Where's Pretty Boy? He let you off his leash to play?" I tease, cooking an eyebrow his way.
"If you think he has me on a leash, you weren't paying attention. Though I wouldn't mind you putting a collar around my neck." His words do exactly what the fuck he wants them to and I'm shocked into silence for just a moment. "He wants your girl too bad. My ass is fucking raw with how hard he's been fucking me trying to get her out of his system."
I can fucking tell Baby is smiling. I can feel it. I don't need to see her pretty face to know she fucking loves it and she wants him too, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me jealous.
She's still coming home with me, though. I'll still be the one covered in her cum. And it'll be "Daddy" she screams when she's doing it, not "Rockstar" or "Edward" or whatever the fuck.
"Well, you know what they say. Want in one hand and shit in the other…" I say dryly, rolling my eyes.
"I see it all over your face, Cherry. You want us too. It's only a matter of time before you cave." Emmett takes a step towards us, hovering over us "I could always give you my number. Make it easier for you to come find us when you're ready to get back on your knees."
"Isn't the cocky card Pretty Boy's move?"
"Yeah, he can be a dick, huh? Still, you weren't complaining when you were sucking his cum out of your girl's ass. This is happening, Blondie. You need it as bad as we do."
I feel his fingers grazing down my back, over my ass, and I'm torn between breaking them or letting them slip between my legs.
"That's my card. And his, for that matter, but I have a feeling you won't want to talk to him. I'll be seeing you girls. And baby?" The motherfucker actually kisses my girl on the cheek, whispering something in her ear that I can't hear even with my close proximity. And then he leaves us there in a heated puddle of rage and hormones.
That's fine, I know exactly how to work both of those out.
Baby may not be able to sit for a bit, but desperate times and all that.
-SiN-
"Come on, babe! Tell me!" Bella keeps whining about our plans tonight, but I don't tell her a fucking thing. She's unloading our purchases, her OCD tendencies shining through when she organizes the apples by size and color. Crazy little bitch.
"I'm not telling you jack shit, baby." I chuckle, sipping my ice-cold bottle of beer. The feeling is ridiculous after being outside in these hot as hell temperatures. I'm glad we decided to splurge on that expensive air conditioning system last year.
Bella stops what she's doing, abandons her precious apples, and stalks closer to me, trapping me between her little body and the kitchen counter. She shoots me a pout, one of her infamous ones — the one that can basically make me do anything my girl wants. But not today, it won't.
I try my best to ignore her efforts, but her hands travel all over my bare arms, fingernails trailing electric pulses down my collar bones, over the swell of my tits. I swallow, hard, because even though I love getting my girl off all day, it still leaves me horny as fuck, frustrated, and every one of her little touches only fuels the fire. And I know that she knows, because fuck, that look in her eyes? Pure devil.
"Ah, come on, Rose." She's nuzzling my neck, dropping kisses all along my sensitive skin until I lean my head back.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk ... are you trying to ruin my surprise for you?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly as she's kissing down my cleavage, releasing the skin with a loud pop after she sucks.
"Of course not, Daddy. I just want to make sure I'm properly dressed for the occasion."
Little liar.
I grab her by the hair and pull back until she whimpers. She smells like Baby and suntan lotion, reminding me of holidays and topless beach days.
"Get the fuck in the shower. I'll lay out your clothes for you on the bed." I whisper, licking her earlobe after I speak. "As for makeup, dark eyes, and nude lips, because I'll be kissing you a million times tonight." I make sure to press a hard kiss to her beautiful lips before I send her off, watching her jiggly ass in those sinful shorts as she very deliberately, extremely dramatically bends down to unlace her shoes. She looks at me over her shoulder, luring me into the shower with her, but it won't work tonight. No, tonight, I'm fucking her in public, her mouth on my pussy where people can catch us. Baby gets off on kinky shit like that. And I love her for it, too.
I hear the water run and her clothes drop to the floor and make my way into our bedroom. Tonight's show is a new rock band, and I want to show off my girl to the masses, make a few guys and girls jealous, too.
Pulling out Baby's strapless, satin corset top that cuts off her tits perfectly, I pair it with high-waisted, black cutoff shorts that would definitely show some cheek and a pair of her favorite fishnets. The holes are so big it's ridiculous, but I love them on her — the way they've left little marks when I peel them off of her or eat her pussy straight through them.
I fish something out of the closet for myself too, a velvet strappy dress with an open back that prevents me from wearing a bra. Baby loves it when she can see my pierced nipples strain against the fabric, how she can grope me — feel me. I get why because she rarely wears a bra, but with my tits, it's kinda hard whenever the clothing isn't skin-fucking-tight. The girls need some support, after all. I don't plan on wearing panties underneath, either, giving Bella the easy access like she wants so much. Little whore.
She gets out of the shower, leaving a cloud of steam and vanilla body wash when she opens the door, teasing me as she walks into the bedroom completely naked, her white, silk robe fluttering around her body. Fuck, walk away, Rosalie.
"Hi, Daddy," she purrs. "Did you pick something nice for me to wear?" She bats her lashes like she's not trying to seduce me. I clear my throat as she drops the robe to the floor, her skin gleaming from her lotion and the sun she caught today.
"It's on the bed. Now, do your makeup and get dressed before I'm done with my shower, okay? If you're not ready … well, let's say even you won't like the punishment." I'm bluffing of course, but Baby doesn't need to know that. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it by her feet, gloating as I see her eyes zero in on my unpadded, mesh bra, down to the button of my shorts and down my legs. She's just as horny as I am, but no way I'm admitting it to her.
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