I saw his face

ROSALIE

I opened my mouth and put it on him. His cock was so big that my lips had to stretch wide just to take the head. I tried to push more of him in and my jaw already hurt. I wrapped my hand around the thick bottom of him and stroked what my mouth could not reach. I sucked on the tip, slow and wet.

He was hot and heavy in my mouth and my eyes watered from how wide I had to open. I bobbed my head and stroked him at the same time, trying my best with the little I knew. It was not enough for him.

His hand came down on the back of my head and pushed.

His long cock slid deep into my throat all at once. I gagged hard. My throat closed around him and tears spilled out of my eyes. I tried to pull back but he held me there.

“Take it,” he growled. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. I told you I was going to use this mouth.”

He started to thrust. Short, hard pushes into my throat. Each one made a wet choking sound. Spit ran down my chin and onto my chest. My panties were so wet they stuck to me.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice rough. “First night and you are choking on my cock like you were made for it. Good girl. Keep that throat open.”

He thrust again and again. I gagged and still he did not stop. My jaw burned. My eyes streamed.

His grip in my hair got tighter. His hips lost that controlled rhythm.

“Don’t you dare pull off,” he said. “I am going to cum. You swallow every drop. Every single drop, Rosalie.”

He pushed in deep and held me there. His cock jerked in my throat. Hot cum shot straight down, thick and salty, filling my mouth faster than I could swallow. I choked and still I swallowed. I swallowed again. I swallowed until there was nothing left to swallow.

“Show me,” he said.

I opened my mouth. He looked inside, then nodded once.

“Good girl.”

He let go of my hair. He dragged his thumb across my mouth and cleaned me, slow, like I belonged to him. Then he put that same thumb on my chin, tipped my face up, and kissed me.

It was not a soft kiss. It was rough and hungry. He claimed my mouth and did not give me space to breathe. I could taste myself and him together. His other hand grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, pulling me against him while he kissed me like he wanted to eat the air out of my lungs.

Then he broke the kiss all of a sudden. I was left gasping.

“Stand up,” he said. “Strip. Slow. I want to watch.”

I stood. My legs felt weak. Something had changed in me. I was not the same shy girl who walked into this room with shaking hands. I still thought of the money. But my body wanted this now too.

I slid the tiny bra off my shoulders and let it fall. My breasts were bare and my nipples were still tight from his fingers. I hooked my thumbs in the wet panties and pushed them down my legs, slow, just like he asked.

His eyes moved over me. From my breasts, down my flat tummy, down to the place between my legs. I felt my folds clench when he looked there. I knew he could see the juice dripping out of me.

“You are dripping on my floor,” he said. “Get on the bed. Lie back. Touch yourself. I want to watch you make a mess for me.”

I walked to the big bed and lay down on the dark sheets. The fabric was cool on my hot skin. I slid my hand down my stomach and between my legs. I was soaked. My fingers slipped over my clit and I gasped.

“That’s it,” he said from the chair. “Rub that little clit. Put a finger in. Let me hear you.”

I rubbed circles on my clit and pushed one finger inside myself. I was tight and wet and it made a small filthy sound. I bit my lip. My hips lifted off the bed. I added another finger. I worked myself faster. My thighs started to shake. A moan broke out of my mouth.

“Don’t you cum yet,” he said. “Not until I say.”

“I… I can’t…” My voice was already breaking.

He stood up and walked to the bed. He loomed over me. He kissed my neck first. Then my belly button. Then the soft skin of my inner thighs, so close to where my fingers were that I cried out.

Waves of pleasure shot straight to my clit and my pussy. I was shaking hard now.

He pulled his shirt off and threw it aside. His chest was hard and wide. He opened his trousers again and his huge cock was already hard, thick and veiny, shiny at the head.

He lined himself up between my legs.

“Wait,” I whispered, my hand coming up to his stomach. “Will you not use a condom? It is part of the rules. Nolan said… he said you have to use protection.”

He looked down at me. I could not see all of his face but I could see his mouth. That pretty mouth curved.

“Fuck the rules,” he said.

The head of his cock rubbed through my wet folds. He dragged it up and down my pussy, slow, painting me with my own juice. He bumped my clit again and again. I dug my nails into the sheets. My back arched. He did it over and over until I could not hold the sound in.

“Please,” I begged. “Please just fuck me. I can’t… I need it. Please.”

He did not put it in. He kept rubbing that thick head against me like he had all the time in the world.

“Who is in control here?” he asked.

“You,” I gasped. “You are. Please.”

“That’s right.”

He pushed one finger into me. Then a second. His thumb pressed down on my clit and rubbed while his fingers curled inside. I broke apart under him. The pleasure hit me in a hard wave. My pussy clenched around his fingers and I cummed with a cry, shaking, soaking his hand.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now you can take me.”

He lined his cock up and pushed inside.

He was so big I felt every inch. My mouth fell open. He filled me in one long, slow thrust until there was no space left.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You are tight. So wet. You take my cock so well, Rosalie.”

Then he started to move.

He fucked me hard. Deep. I held onto his shoulders and ran my hands down his back because I needed something to hold or I would fly apart. He praised me the whole time, his voice low against my ear.

“That’s it. Take it. You were made to be fucked like this. Listen to how wet you are. Good girl. Squeeze my cock. Just like that.”

I was going to cum again. I could feel it building, bigger than the first one. My nails dug into his back. My legs wrapped around him. He thrust so deep I saw white.

“Cum on my cock,” he said. “Now.”

I clenched around him so hard it almost hurt and the pleasure ripped through me. He cursed and buried himself to the hilt and I felt him cum inside me, hot and thick, pumping into me while I shook under him.

My hands slid up his back and over his shoulders, then into his hair because I needed something to hold onto while he was still buried inside me. My fingers caught the edge of his mask by accident. Before I could stop it, the mask slipped off his face and fell onto the sheets between us, and we both froze with him still inside me and my hands still in his hair.

I finally saw his face, and for a second I could not even breathe. He was so handsome it did not feel real. Sharp cheekbones. Dark brows. Eyes that were not hidden anymore, staring straight into mine. I could not look away.

Just then he broke my thoughts. He pulled out of me all at once and left me gasping at the empty feeling, he was already off the bed before I could reach for him. His face was not hungry anymore. It was cold and furious.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet.

“It was a mistake,” I said, my voice breaking. “I swear. I didn’t mean to. Please. I didn’t mean to take it off. Please don’t—”

“Get the fuck out.”

The roar filled the whole room and left no space for me to argue.

“Get. The fuck. Out.”