Asshole Rose Novels & Stories

A whimper escaped her lips when he slapped her breast causing it to turn slightly red. Zachariah flipped her around, making her back face him. He spread her legs wide, giving a better access to both her pussy and ass. She felt Vladimir kissing her backbone, making her feel tingles. She felt something cold on her ass crack making her shock. "What are you doing?" She asked tensed. Vladimir lubed her ass. "Shh..Relax yourself and let us do all the work." He said lost in his desire and entered his finger inside her asshole. Rose gasped in pain. It felt wrong to have something there.

Assho*e ****** Rosalie stared at Roxanne in incredulity as she chugged down shots of vodka after vodka , one after another . She really wanted to know what actually made her like this - that ' The Roxanne ' was chugging down alcohol like she was drinking water . However , knowing that Roxanne will tell her when she was ready , Rosalie didn't poked and prod around for answers . She simply sat on the bar stool , leaning against the counter with her head draped over her hand and watched Roxanne , patiently waiting for Roxanne to finish with her pity party .

With my cock held deep and her ass strangling the fuck out of it, I wrote cheap on her cheek in marker pen, and she gave me the side eye, full of mischief, even through the pain. “Fuck me, then,” she said. I held on to my angel’s waist and I eased my cock halfway out, so tight against the dildo stretching her cunt. She winced. I hesitated. “Fuck me,” she said again. So, I did. I clamped hold of her tits and squeezed hard as I fucked her ass with a rhythm that soon had me grunting and Rosie bucking. Her glorious asshole milked me in no time. I shot my load in Rosie’s sweet ass with that dildo buried deep in her cunt and she cried out so beautifully it was magic brought to life.

Finally, my still wet finger pushed against my asshole. I leaned back a little bit, so that my asshole was easier to see. I saw Prisha's eyes follow my finger, I felt her looking at my little pink rosebud of an asshole. I didn't really know what I was doing, I just knew that it looked sexy. So I pushed a little. My wet finger slid, easily at first, into my asshole. First just the tip of my finger was inside, there was a little bit of discomfort, some pressure, but it felt good also, naughty. I kept pushing, throwing my hair back and thrusting out my chest in ecstasy. My finger kept pushing deeper into my pillowy insides, my hand brushing hard against my shaft. It felt so bad and so good. And

Rose said with a dumbstruck expression. "Anyway, when he decided to be a douche this morning, Ashly was interrupted by Rose's laughter. "You made a blow job reference! Oh, God, I was so confused by why what you said made him so mad, but I totally get it now," Rose chuckled. "Yeah, well, he then told me that I was basically not ashamed of what had happened because I'm an omega slut. So I guess I just wasn't up for eating with everyone after that," Ashly shrugged, and Rose's face dropped all humor, going dark with anger and worry.

He harshly twisted the knob but to no avail. Serena walked along the other end of the glass wall, giggling at his expense while Asher stared at her, unbelievably aroused and displeased. Even the cold gusts of wind were not strong enough to douse the fire roaring within him. He watched as she slipped off his coat, gently picked a white rose from the vase, and started running it slowly, teasingly over her curves. Droplets of water dripped off the rose petals and soaked into her bra. What an arousing sight. Her tight nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her bra, begging him to suck on them. Asher couldn't help but envy that rose for being so close to her. The way it caressed and kisse

Rose remains silent, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, refusing to meet his gaze. Confused by Rose's reaction, Saisha speaks up, her voice tinged with concern, "What's wrong with you?" Before Rose can respond, the guy forcefully shoves her, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. A pained grunt escapes her lips as her elbows bear the brunt of the impact, the sting of injury coursing through her.

Having enough of their hypocrisy and pestering, Rose felt like she had stepped on dung; she could not get rid of it nor shake it off. "Oh, how high and mighty of you. What are the two of you doing here? Stop f*cking acting in front of me and showing off, do you think I give a d*mn? If you are really in love, then just find a place, get married, and f*ck off! If you are that responsible, why are you still pestering me? Do you want my forgiveness? Then dump her! If you're that selfless, what the f*ck do you expect in return? You're angry? Let him go if you think you're a saint... I'll be the villain, are you happy with that? Please continue with your act! You are a hypocrite! If you touch me o

His gaze dropped to my bouncing chest, his chest heaving against mine as he felt my arousal matching his anger. "You think you're tough now because you survived a run-in with Seraphina?" he whispered, his thumb sliding up my thigh, hooking into the waistband of my tight denim jeans and pulling me flush against his hard, rigid length. "You’re a beautiful, arrogant little brat. I like the guts, Rodah. It makes me want to rip these jeans off your hips and drive myself into you until you can't even remember your own name. I will break your defiance later. I will make you beg for mercy on this bed.”

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.