Asshole Rose Novels & Stories

That was the kind of ass a man would want to bounce more than a quarter off of – even a good man like Richard. Rosey stood and returned to the bed. She smoothed her skirt, such as it was, down over her ass and just over the tops of her thighs which was as far as it would reach. So, she was aware that she was showing the goods. Miranda expected Rosey to look down the hall to see if anyone was looking. She did not. The skirt rode right back up as Rosey brought one knee up onto the bed. The arched back, one extended leg and one bent leg, defined her ass like something chiseled out of marble. Even Miranda wanted to take a bite out of that ass.

As i approached her room, I heard the worst sound that tore my heart to pieces. Rose loud m0aning… She sounded like she couldn’t get enough of the person b@nging her. I pulled the door knob and opened the door. I was ready to see this; I wanted to. I leaned by the door watching Rose and some guy f*cking on the b.ed. And worse, it was my favorite s*x style. Rose is a true b*tch. I stood there just calm and watch her take in the roughness the guy used in thrusting into her.

Rose touches her abdomen where She can feel his d*ck. "A-Are you enjoying baby," Aaron asked her while lifting her butt a little and slamming it. "ah ah hm Y-Yes ugh" She moaned. Aaron turns her and hovers over her. She was moaning. he starts sucking my n*pple and pinching others. "You are d-driving me, insane, baby," he said to her. he looked at her. Rose can feel his d*ck hitting inside her. he thrust inside. "Ngh ah..ah..ugh..ugh.Aar.Aar..ron please slow down"

Danielle's POV: It's been two days since asshole, that's what I'm calling the one gang guy, came to get Rose and me. He said his name was Michele but I honestly don't believe. I know his last name is actually Rosi because he owns the hotel. How I know that is because all the workers keep calling him boss.

she teased him, when he tried to move further forward and felt him hold her firmly by the hips, leaving her exactly where she was. "No, that was just an excuse so I could do that..." sounding extremely satisfied, Aaron grabbed her already open pants and pulled them down her legs, until all that was covering her ass was that tiny thong that could barely be called panties "Fuck, look at that ass..." he groaned, before landing a firm slap against her flesh that made Rose gasp "So many sleepless nights thinking about that hot thing... And now you're all mine..." his tongue suddenly it reached the sensitive part where it had hit before, while his hands kneaded and squeezed as if they had indeed d

A smirk played on Rosa's lips. “What you gonna do?” Rose had tired eyes. “I could shove the hell of a wood down your throat until it is sticking out of your goddamn ass if you don't shut that fuck up.” “Motherfucker.” Rosa snarled. “Not new to me.” Rose shrugged. “I've been called that many times. Like when I killed that little kid momma right in the face. The tears on his cheeks gave me some satisfaction.” “You asshole!” Rosa lunged at Rose with her fist ready.

The girl understood that she can't win against rose, she definitely had the upper hand in that fight so she decided to escape, she was so close to jump outside from the window but Rose quickly grabbed the back of her neck spinning her around she threw 2 hard punches on her making her nose bleed. Everyone was looking at the scene with shocked face, they knew that Rose has beaten the shit out of Damian's men but it was nothing compared to what she is doing with this Assassin, it looks like she didn't even used her five percent to fight with them, she was punching and kicking that blonde like a punching bag. The Assassin picked up her knife from the floor and started attacking Rose furiously, R

Rose only grunted in return. I had to shut these fuckers off. Pulling my phone out artfully, I held it to my ears and spat, “The fuck it is! I do not care where I am, I will butcher them myself. And their Capo will do nothing for the shit they’re spewing. I bet they enjoy their mothers being whored as well.” Everyone in that aisle turned to me... except Rose. I did not need her to turn to know that she knew why I did this.

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.

Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride. A phantom In tailored suits. A shadow that crushed his rivals before they could breathe. Some called him a top mogul. Others, a mafia lord. But everyone agreed on one thing—he was untouchable. And now—that man was to be my husband. Except this wasn’t him. The man before me was only his assistant, a messenger of doom wearing an emotionless mask. The devil himself waited elsewhere. I turned desperately to my mother. My voice cracked, raw from the rising panic.