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Chapter Five

If Rosie wanted more, I was more than happy to give it to her. I'd give her everything

I kissed her again, my lips pressing against hers so hard that her back arched slightly, our bodies touching. I luxuriated in the feel of her curves underneath the tips of my fingers, her body so soft and pliant as she bent to my will. It was such a fucking turn on.

My fingers found their way into her hair at the base of her skull—no mean feat given the tight ponytail she was sporting—and I tugged, pulling her head back so I could control her.

She whimpered when I pulled my lips from hers, her eyes hooded.

"How much more do you want, Baby Girl?" I needed to know how far to take this. I was more than happy to turn her around and fuck her—and God, I hoped she wanted that too.

She trembled. She fucking trembled in my arms, and from the way that she was panting—like a wanton whore—she was desperate for me. That realization made me groan and readjust myself in my jeans.

"Fucking touch me—please, Daddy."

Something akin to a feral snarl ripped its way from my mouth. My arms tightened around her, and I pushed her back into the mirror behind her. Her back arched further, and she gasped, her full tits pressing into my chest as the coldness of the glass shocked her.

One of my hands travelled up her thigh, gripping the soft flesh in my hand, loving the way my fingers curved around it. I squeezed her and Rose moaned. I couldn't do anything but keep my eyes on her, loving how unhinged she was becoming.

"Where do you want me to touch you, Baby Girl?" I asked, my hand slowly making its way under the tight red dress that barely concealed anything anyway Rose's mouth parted, and she panted, breathing shallow. "Tell me where you want me to touch you," I reiterated, stopping my fingers just short of her underwear.

I could already feel the heat radiate from her pussy, and I couldn't wait to sink my fingers inside her knuckle deep, her wet little cunt clenching around me. I knew she'd be tight. Tight, and wet, and warm. Deadly, and addictive.

"My… my…" She looked scandalized. And completely turned on, her cheeks tinged red and eyes dark.

"Say the word," I told her. "Say the fucking word, or I won't touch another inch of you." She whimpered when I feigned to pull my hands away from her smooth, perfect skin.

Her eyes widened. "Pussy," she gasped. "Touch my pussy… please."

I couldn't help the grin that spread on my face. Baby Girl had manners.

"Well, since you asked so nicely…" My words trailed off just as my fingers continued their delicate path up her shapely leg. Her skin was so warm under my fingertips, despite the goosebumps that trailed in my wake. Using nothing but my touch, keeping my eyes on Rose's, I felt my way to her underwear.

Lace. Fucking lace. I felt the material under my fingers, tracing the edge of her underwear, loving the way that she shuddered under my touch.

"This is a nice surprise," I told her, tracing my fingers over the detailing until I found the small bump I was looking for. "I think I've found your clit, Baby Girl," I teased her. "It's all swollen. Is that for me?"

All Rose was able to do was nod.

"Good," I cooed.

I brushed over it a few times, watching as she bit her lip, trying—and failing—to stifle the whimper that burst from her lips.

"You've got to stay quiet; we don't want them to hear now, do we?" I didn't mind that idea. But I doubt Rose would approve.

Rose shook her head.

Unable to stand it anymore, I knew I needed to look at her. See her bare. "Let's have a look at your delectable little pussy," I said, stepping back and getting to my knees. "Put your hands on my shoulders," I commanded, wanting to make sure that she wouldn't fall. Rose grasped at my shirt and let out a shuddering breath, her sharp nails raking my chest.

I inched both of my hands up her thighs, taking the dress with me as I went until I was staring at black lace.

"Fucking hell," I swore. It was a perfect contrast to her skin.

"Do you like them, Daddy?" She asked, her eyes shining. She wanted approval, my approval—craved it.

"Oh yes, Rosie. These look so good on you." I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties before looking up and meeting her eyes. "But I think I'd prefer them off. Would you like that?"

Rose nodded. "Yes."

I smiled and then slowly dragged the lace down her legs until she was completely revealed to me. I put her underwear in the pocket of my jeans. These were mine now.

She was stunningly beautiful. Her dark curls were wild, covering her most delicate area, her swollen clit peeking out, begging to be pressed on with my fingers, sucked on with my tongue, played with as I fucked her hard and rough against the mirror.

I ran my fingers through her curls. "Your hair is so soft," I whispered, completely entranced by her. She was like a fucking work of art.

I wanted to take a picture and frame it, hang it in my home just so I could stare at it whenever I desired.

"You don't mind that it's not shaved… or trimmed?"

"Don't you ever touch this," I told her, my eyes harsh. "It's perfect."

Her face and chest flushed with my words.

Gently, I stroked my finger over her clit, loving the sharp intake of breath she took. Then, I flipped my hand over and pushed against the bud. Rose threw her head back, her fingers grasping my shirt as she moaned. "Oh, God!"

My cock throbbed. I wanted her screaming those exact words when I was finally balls deep inside her. My finger slid against her easily, our earlier interactions leaving her soaked. I liked that. I'd been suffering for the last God knows how long. It was about time she knew how it fucking felt.

"You're so fucking wet, Baby Girl," I told her, my voice dripping with desire. "Is it all for me?"

"Yes," she sighed.

I pressed my finger against her, hard. "Yes, who?"

"Yes, Daddy!" She said particularly loud, her head hitting the glass behind her, her fingers tight on my shoulders. It's like she knew what I wanted.

Realizing she wasn't going to be quiet—not that I particularly minded—I stood up, keeping my finger on her clit and placing my hand over her mouth.

"You can't seem to keep quiet." That made me fucking happier than a bunny on speed. "I guess I'll have to do it for you."

As I rocked my finger against Rose, her eyes went wide before rolling back in her head. Her hands continued to grasp at my shirt, her hips beginning to rock into my hand, trying to force herself closer and closer to the edge.

I placed my lips at her ear and told her what I needed. "I want you to cum on my hand, Baby Girl," I began. "And then when you've done that, I'm going to slide my fingers knuckle deep inside that sweet cunt of yours and make you cum again. Do you want that?"

Rose opened her eyes, nothing but desperation and love in them, and she nodded feverishly, her eyes begging me for it—for my fingers, for the orgasms I had just promised her.

And I'd give them all to her. I'd let her have whatever she wanted, whatever she'd let me give her. All of it. Everything.

My finger flew over her clit, pushing and pressing on her sensitive nub until her eyes went wide, and a flood of moisture coated my hand, her body going slightly lax.

"Good girl," I praised.

Rose's breath was hot against my hand, her body writhing, her chest heaving. It was so fucking beautiful. And it made my cock rock hard to know that I'd done that to her. I could hear her deep groan, the way her orgasm took over her body.

Without giving her any reprieve—because I wanted her crazy with need for me—I sunk a single-digit all the way inside her. Instantly, her warm, wet walls clamped down on my finger, and she squealed.

"You like that, Baby Girl?" I asked, my voice deep with want.

Her eyes were glassy and wide, her hands gripping my t-shirt, as ifit was the only thing keeping her grounded and sane.

"I bet you'd like two fingers, even more, wouldn't you?"

Frantically, Rose nodded, and I continued filling her.

"Fucking hell," I swore because she was so tight. And, shit. If her sweet pussy felt this good around my fingers, I couldn't wait to feel her around my cock.

Underneath my palm, now wet with her hot breath, Rose whimpered. Then, she undulated her hips, forcing my fingers deeper inside her.

"You want it rougher?" I whispered into her ear.

Rose nodded, biting her lip to try and keep quiet.

I smirked, pistoning my fingers in and out of her, the wet sounds of her little pussy so fucking delicious. It made my mouth water, dying to taste her.

Rose's entire body shuddered, and then her teeth sunk into my palm, and she came again, clenching around me like a vice. Her eyes closed, and I slowly lowered my hand from her mouth. Her beautiful rose pink lips were parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them before she lazily opened her eyes. They were still slightly glassy, her pupils wide and unfocusing.

Making sure Rose's full attention was on me, I brought my fingers up to my mouth and licked her delicious juice off my hand. .It was slightly sweet, instantly making me want me. I wanted to taste it directly from the source. But not here. Not in the changing room, where anyone could walk in and see us or hear her sweet moans. I changed my mind. I wanted her all to myself.

Pressing a hard kiss to her lips, I let her feel every inch of my body. "Get changed," I whispered to her. "I'll be outside. Bring that dress with you."

Rose nodded. "Wh-what about my underwear?"

"What about them?" I asked, a smirk crossing my lips.

"Don't I get them back?" There was a mixture of emotions in her eyes; fear at being naked in such a public place, and excitement at the secret that only we would share.

I pulled her underwear out from my jeans and twirled them around my finger, pretending to contemplate her question, even though I already knew the answer.

Leaning in, I brushed my lips across hers, needing one last taste before venturing back into the real world. "Absolutely not." I pulled back just in time to see Rose's cheeks flare. Her eyes flashed with arousal. "Go and get changed," I told her, turning her slightly and delivering a slap to her ass.

Rose jumped at the contact and then let out a shuddering breath.

"I'll be waiting outside."

Rose started to walk back to the changing room, and then turned at the last second.

"I'll be quick, Daddy." She winked before she closed the curtain right in front of my face. And fuck me if my cock didn't twitch in my jeans, begging for the chance to pound into her.

Soon.

Thank you Pearly.