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“And I get to decide when you come." Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once. "Fuck!" Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging. "Does that all sound good to you, love?" Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face. She nodded, even as she was slick with need. "Good," Ellis smiled, before slanting his lips against hers once more.”

“You're fucking soaked, love." "Sorry." "Don't apologize. I love it. I love that I can do this to you." Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel. "All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn't it, sweetheart? Imagining what I'm going to do to you?" His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumbs continued to stroke her clit. "Mmm, yes," she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat. "You want to come for me, love?" "Please." Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.”

“Dina slipped out of the bathroom and nearly walked directly into Scott. Well, fuck. He was shirtless. She definitely hadn't been wrong about his body. His wasn't the chest of a man who spent endless hours in the gym or kept to a strict diet. Scott's muscles were heavy, densely packed. His shoulders were broad and rounded with thick cords of muscle. He looked like some kind of Scottish war hero or Greek god. Dina was definitely staring and she didn't give a fuck. She had been right about the hair too. A mass of dark brown--- almost black--- hair peppered his chest and trailed down his stomach to the V-shape of his hips.”

“And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt. Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis's size was almost too much. "Fuck." Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit. "You're taking me so beautifully," he praised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came. She heard Ellis whispering, "Like that, good girl, come for me," and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down. "You're so beautiful," Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her. "So are you." She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.”

“She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs. There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now. He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick. Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.”

“She'd give him what he needed. Her limbs were jelly as Ellis pivoted her on the bed, looping her thighs over his so she could ride him. "Good girl, ride it, ride my cock," he growled out, his hips punching to meet hers. She wound her arms around his neck, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies as close as possible. The only time Ellis's mouth left hers was when he bent down to suck her nipples, twirling his tongue around them until Rosemary felt the heat building in her core again. She was helpless to avoid it, this onslaught of pleasure. Her thoughts ebbed away, and she wasn't;t sure if she was moaning or whispering or screaming Ellis's name. Every touch rippled into a wave of pleasure, every vicious jerk of his cock inside her, every stroke of his fingers circling her clit had her floating away. It was heady, dizzying. She let herself go, knowing that she was safe, knowing that when this was all over, Ellis would bring her back down to Earth.”

“She looped her fingers around his belt buckle, arching into him, grinding her pussy against the hard press of his erection. "Fuck," Ellis moaned. Open my belt, love." She did as she was told, relishing the command. Ellis pressed his forehead to hers, and they both looked down between the space between them, watching hungrily as Rosemary unbuckled Ellis's belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock free. It was heavy and thick in her hands, and Rosemary shivered with pleasure as she gave him a couple of short, firm strokes, Ellis biting his teeth down into her shoulder, punching his hips forwards automatically to meet her strokes. "You're so good for me, Rosemary," he whispered in her ear.”

“Now," he huffed, the heat of his breath against her pussy near enough to drive her insane, "you're going to ride my face and you come." His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass firmly, bringing her down to him. "What if I crush you?" she asked. "You won't. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, Rosemary." Ellis looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils blown wide, a grin on his face. Then he pulled her to him. The first suck of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure right through her. "Fuck," Rosemary hissed, as Ellis lapped at her centre, using his hands to move her, showing her how to grind against him. She was shy at first, but that soon faded, with every firm lick on her cunt, every kiss Ellis planted on her clit. He seemed to be taking just as much pleasure from this as she did, groaning as she writhed against his lips. She loved watching him lose control; she wanted to be the one to elicit this reaction from him. Rosemary let herself go, grinding into the heat of Ellis's mouth, seeing stars as the orgasm crashed through her.”