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Chapter Six
As I waited for Rose, the cashier kept throwing me glances. She had probably heard us in the dressing room after making the assumption I was her father, but I couldn't give a fuck. I wanted people to know that I had been the one to give her that, to make her lose all control. Just maybe not Edward. Definitely not Edward. Not yet, anyway. I didn't want to think of him. Not now.
Rose emerged, her face deliciously flushed and the sinful red dress on the hanger. I paid for it, much to her chagrin, and then practically dragged Rose out of the store.
I only slowed down when I realized she was having trouble keeping up. Even if her legs were long on her five-eight frame, she was nothing compared to my six foot six.
Before we got to the car, I went into the chemist and brought a box of condoms and some lube. Rose raised her eyebrows at me, and I shot her a wink.
Once we got outside into the parking lot, I pushed Rose up against the car. I knew I wouldn't last the ride home, so I kissed her hard, my hands framing her face.
When I pulled back, Rose whined. "No, please, don't stop."
How the fuck was I meant to refuse a request like that?
I kissed her again, softer this time, running my nose along her cheek and inhaling a scent that was just her; sweet—like her juices were—but also slightly floral.
"I promise," I began, my voice slightly breathless. "That when we get back to the beach house, I am going to put my lips all over you."
Rose's small hands came up, her hands grasping onto my biceps as her nails dug in.
Placing my fingers under her chin, I raised her eyes to look at me.
"But first, I have to get us back there. So, be a good girl and put your ass in my car."
Rose let out an angelic little giggle, nodding and turning to let herself in the car.
Resisting the urge to slap her ass, I bit back a groan and quickly made my way around to the driver's side of the car.
I got in, started the engine, and peeled out of the parking lot like my ass was on fire. Like Rose's would be one day soon after I'd done all the devilish things to her.
There was at least a twenty-minute drive ahead of us, and I had every intention of making those minutes count. I wouldn't waste them by just driving.
"Slide those little shorts down those long legs for me, Baby Girl," I told her, my eyes swinging from the road to her.
For a moment, Rose hesitated, her eyes taking me in. Then, slowly, she unbuttoned them and slid the denim fabric down her legs.
She stopped when she got to her ankles and then looked at me, waiting for my next command.
I loved it. I loved how willing she was for me.
"Play with yourself," I told her, having to clear my throat as the desire welled up inside my body. It was burning bright—a fiery ball of need that couldn't be extinguished. "But don't come."
It intrigued me to see what she would do. Was she the type of girl who went straight for her clit, pinching and rolling the bud between her delicate little fingers? Or would she finger fuck herself with two, maybe three fingers?
Rose did neither. Her hand started at her neck. She trailed it down, stopping to lightly caress her breasts through her thin white tank top. The bra she was wearing did little to hide her nipples as they pebbled under her own touch.
"Fuck," I groaned, heavily palming my cock through my jeans, using the coarse material to help provide friction, even though it was only a fraction of the kind I was craving.
Leisurely, Rose reached down, her fingers gently stroking through her soft little downy hair. I knew the exact moment she touched her clit, her hips arched off the seat as she cried out. The orgasms I had given her earlier made her sensitive, and her face scrunched up. Rose sunk lower in her seat, her chin on her chest as she slowly played with herself for me.
"Mhm," she moaned, the very tip of her finger sliding into her pussy.
"Remember, Rose," I ground out, struggling to keep my eyes on the road. "No coming unless I say so." I felt an evil grin spread onto my face as a frustrated whimper fell from Rose's pouty lips.
Her orgasms were mine. Mine to control. Mine to give, and sure as fuck mine to deny as I pleased. Mine. All mine. All of her.
The drive home was pure fucking torture. For twenty minutes, Rose kept herself on the edge of an orgasm, her hand working furiously and then slowing down when she got too close. Even though she was desperate, she listened to me. She didn't let herself fall over that precipice, despite what she so badly craved.
I fucking loved it.
The car smelled like her, permeating everything, and I hoped like hell the smell would stay long after she had left. I didn't even know if I would ever get to see her like this again—and to be honest; I didn't want to think about it right now.
When we got back to the beach house, Rose was a quivering mess. She'd barely pulled her shorts up her endlessly long legs before she stumbled out of the car, latching on to me as we fell through the front door and into the living room.
Our lips locked, and I tugged her roughly against me, running my hands all over her; her hips, waist, those thighs. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to get lost in her; I wanted her to consume me fully. I had a plan. A promise. I was going to take her upstairs, get her on a bed and fuck the living daylight out of her. Sure, that was my plan, but suddenly, Rose shifted, and her smell washed over me. Fuck. I just had to have a taste. Right now. I felt like I was a man starving, and Rose's delectable little pussy was the only thing that could sate my hunger.
Roughly, I pushed her back onto the stairs, her body molding to mine as I hovered over her. My hands yanked her tank top from her body. She quickly helped me untangle it from her curls with a sigh and a huff. Baby Girl was just as eager as I was.
Her black lace bra was exquisite and had I not been in such a rush to place my mouth on her leaking cunt, I probably would have been more careful. But I couldn't wait, so I unsnapped it—fucking grateful as fuck to whoever invented the front clasp on a bra—and threw it somewhere over my shoulder. Rose's dusty pink nipples—the same pink as her pussy lips—were so hard, so inviting, I couldn't resist. I closed my mouth over one and my hand over the other, rolling the skin between my fingers as Rose arched and mewled beneath me.
"Please!" she breathed, parting her thighs wide, her body begging for mine along with her voice.
"Please, what?" I asked, my mouth lightly nipping at the sun-kissed skin of her breast. I wanted to hear it from her. To hear the words spill from her mouth.
"More… more… more, Daddy," she cried, utterly lost to anything in this fucking world — so fucking desperate for me; for my cock. Exactly the way I wanted her.
"I'll give you more, Rosie," I mumbled, releasing her nipple out of my mouth with a pop. I kissed my way down her ribs and smooth stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button, feeling her abs tighten when I swirled my tongue around, and lower.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, fingers clawed into my shirt.
I risked looking at her — risked losing my shit. She was fucking glorious. Head thrown back, golden hair spread out, fanned all over the white staircase. One hand was gripping the step next to her, knuckles turning white as the other slid up my T-shirt and into my hair. She tugged hard, pulling several strands from my bun, making me groan.
Deliberately, my fingers undid the button of her shorts and then yanked the zipper down. Hooking my fingers into the sides of her shorts, I tugged them down her legs, my hands grazing her smooth skin as I went. I needed more, the impatient caveman inside of me begging for me to just fuck her right here, right now, but my heart told me Rosalie deserved so much fucking more than that. I tossed her shorts over the railing, letting them fall wherever. She sure as fuck wouldn't be needing them for a while…
I stroked my hand over her hip. "You're so beautiful." My voice was low and gravelly. She was like an angel spread out before me, wonderfully naked — fucking perfect. And I was more than happy to tell her as often as I could.
I leaned forward, shifting my legs slightly so I could get more comfortable; I was planning to be here for as long as she'd let me, burying my face into her little pussy until I had to come up for air. Rose's pussy was gorgeous. Her dark curls were untamed and wild, folds swollen, glistening with moisture. Proof of just how much she wanted me. How much she wanted this. My breath fanned over her wet inner thighs, making her writhe underneath me. I slowly stroked her sensitive pussy lips, feeling the blazing heat of her cunt against my fingers as they slid through her folds effortlessly. I bit back a growl.
"Oh… fuck," Rose sighed, the hand in my hair tightening as she arched her back higher, thrusting her hips and breasts further into the air, silently expressing me she wanted more.
"Tell me you want this," I told her, my fingers still stroking her. "Tell me this is all okay."
Rose nodded before she spoke. "Yes. Yes. I want this. I want you." Opening her eyes, Rose looked at me with such confidence and vulnerability that I had to look down to stop the emotions from choking me. Not wanting to waste another second, I pressed my tongue against her and gave her a long, languid lick up the folds of her pussy.
"Oh my God!" she screamed. It was perfect. She was perfect. Rose's pussy was so soft against my tongue, her clit swollen, pulsing under my lips. Fuck, she tasted so fantastic my tongue tingled — begging for another taste.
"Your pussy is divine," I breathed, pausing for just a second before I resumed, the tip of my tongue daring to tease her entrance as I moaned into her.
"Fucking hell!" Rose bucked her hips against my face. I grinned against her pussy and slid two fingers straight inside her. She was so soaked I almost came at the sound of my fingers moving inside her. My tongue tickled clit, and I sucked her into my mouth for all I was worth, my tongue continuing to flick at the nub.
"Oh, yes!" Rose screamed as her orgasm washed over her. '"Fuck, fuck, Daddy…" She fisted my hair tightly, pulling on the strands as her body twisted underneath me, screaming for release.
"Come right fucking now, Rose."
My good little girl did as she was told and came all over me, her juices dripping down my chin, and I groaned. I lapped up every drop, not wanting to waste any of it. Rose panted and whimpered underneath me, her legs and stomach spasming slightly with the aftershocks as a sheen of sweat covered her naked form. As she lay boneless, I stripped off my clothes, stopping just long enough to take the box of condoms and the lube I'd purchased and put them on the step above us. The lube wasn't for now—that was for something special I had planned. The thought of fucking Rosie's ass made me tremble already. Once I was naked, and the cool air of the beach house rubbed my cock, I looked down at Rose. My blonde goddess looked heavenly: lips parted slightly and blue eyes dark and hooded, a little smile on her face. She was so fucking tempting. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to have her.
Reaching down, I took my cock in my hand and jerked myself off, slow strokes that wouldn't make me come but would just take the edge off. Lazily, Rose opened her eyes again and saw what I was doing. Her mouth fell open all the way, that pesky little tongue coming out to lick her lips.
"Daddy, I think that's my job," she said in a sultry voice, leaning upwards, her breasts swaying with the movement.
I sat back on my haunches, my cock pointing at her like she was my true north. Let's see how far she wanted to take this.
"Play away, Baby Girl."
Thanks Pearly – you're quite literally, the best.