Asshole Rose Novels & Stories

"F-Fuck! Aaahh-!" This wasn't just penetration. This was humiliation. This was art. The rose scratched. It stretched. It bloomed inside me. Its stem dragged against my inner walls, reacting to every thrust of his cock into my pussy. Every time he moved, it moved-creating a second layer of stimulation that made my insides scream. He adjusted the bloom to make it more visible-trembling between my spread cheeks like some twisted, erotic decoration. "Look at you," he panted, voice hoarse with heat and something darker. "My cock inside your greedy little cunt... and a rose blooming in your ass. You're fucking perfect, Seraphina. My masterpiece."

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

For a second, I could not understand what I was seeing. My mind refused to accept it. It tried to fix it. To turn it into something normal. Something harmless. She fell. She fainted. She is just resting. But none of it fit. None of it made sense. Rose was on the floor. Not sitting. Not leaning. On the floor. Still. Too still. And there was blood. So much blood. It spread across the rug beneath her. Dark. Too dark. Too much. My breath caught. Then everything rushed at once.

Fortune smiled "thank you Dad, I love you so much" "ok darling, I will hung up now". the call got disconnected and fortune looked at Zack who was staring at her. "what's wrong? do I have something on my face?" fortune asked. Zack smiled without shifting his gaze "when you are staring at a rose flower, you can't look elsewhere, you will stay put and continue to admire it until you have the urge to pluck it"fortune chuckled, "what makes you say that?". Zack smiled "nothing, I'm just expressing myself, you are as beautiful and delicate as a rose". fortune smiled shyly and dropped her head.

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

[Rose] My eyes opened at seven, my legs sore because of the heels. I was hungry and Tired. But something in me clicked. I didn't want to work for this office anymore. I didn't feel like working for something I did not apply for. I was supposed to be an editor. I was supposed to be working on projects that I trained for. But I was instead given the position of an assistant, I had to bring coffee, and get copies. Then prepare for meetings I was not involved in. I was never involved. I only sat at a chair noting things. For my boss.

The once sluggish and dry flowers suddenly blossomed into beautiful flowers and became even more beautiful as they grew together. That's why when Allen passed by their yard, he was surprised to see the blooming plants there. He could hardly remember where he buried the girl's ashes, even though they looked the same and were arranged differently. He was so angry that he hit the back of his head with his own hands and kicked the burn in front of him hard. There happened to be a housekeeper there who stumbled into the yard to clean. He called her and brought her closer to him. He asked what happened to the plants there and suddenly their arrangements changed. The assistant also answered him imm

Smack! And I can see my hand print was looking beautiful on her ass. I want to claim her beautiful rose bud like asshole as well. I slightly swirled my finger around her tight bud just in warning and placed her back and this time I can tell she won't stop me again. Good girl! I focused again on her pussy.... it was like two rose petals covering a treasure. I have never seen such a rosy pink coloured pussy. It was looking really small. I can tell she has not been used much.

Rose noticed his eyes linger on her chest, and she belatedly realized the flimsy tank top that she had worn for sleep. "Where do you think you're looking at?" Rose huffed in embarrassment, crossing her arms across her chest. "Oh come on. You saw mine a while ago. I think it's only fair that I see yours." "You're disgusting." Rose spat at him. "And you're the most infuriating female I have ever met," he answered, his words yet again infused with enough venom to reach her.

She was really getting good at this assistant shit. Miss perfect ass finally stopped in front of a door, pulled out a key and opened the door. “If there’s anything else you need, please let me know, a waiter will be here soon to take your order, enjoy your stay Mr. Guerriero,” She held out a hand for a handshake and Rain almost laughed at the woman’s attempt to— “Thank you,” Alexander said as he took her hand and shook it. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses.