Rose

"I thought I told you to change."

Unclipping my earrings and necklace, I placed them back into the jewellery box. Uneasily, I turned and faced him, leaning against the table.

"I don't like taking orders," I confidentially told him, straightening my posture. "You should know that."

The acceleration of my heart rate had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with what my body really wanted. I knew what was coming and I knew that I would desperately desire it.

It was only us home: Jordan had gone elsewhere to sleep with someone, the last time Dax was seen in the club, he was getting a lap dance and Gage was gambling.

Our eyes locked and he could read my face like a book. His eyes that could swallow galaxies mesmerised me and I looked away, intimidated.

He came closer, a blank yet alluring look on his handsome face. "Well, I think you deserve a punishment."

I looked up once more, realising how much closer he was to me. I licked my lips, swallowing nervously. He gently reoriented my face so our eyes were locked. The gaze we had locked between us was intense and we both knew what was coming.

Automatically, I moaned as he crashed his lips against mine, pulling my body close to his chest. My hands glided through his tousled hair, passion building between us.

He lifted me and my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands gripping onto his clothes as we kissed, savouring every sweet moment together.

I clasped my hands on either side of his face, cupping it as we kissed intensely, my mind going on overdrive.

I was on the bed, laying down flat on my back. There was no longer any space between us. Our kisses were hot and demanding, so desperate and hungry.

He left my lips, helping me take off my skirt, my hands going to his shirt which I unbuttoned swiftly, desperate for more of his passionate kisses. My lower half was completely bare and naked.

Kissing my neck, I moaned, arching my back slightly at his fiery touch. Breathlessly, my hands roamed his muscular body that turned on my engine.

I went to his pants but he moved my hands away, placing them back to his shoulders. I expected him to take off my crop top but he didn't, his mouth going to my stomach, kissing as he went down.

I squeezed my eyes closed, trails of wet kisses down my body. I sighed in pleasure, taking a handful of my hair and holding it and opening my eyes. I looked down at him, his dark messy hair in my view as his lips went lower and lower my body, his hands roving me.

My back rose in anticipation, knowing where he was leading to. His hands parted my legs and my head rocked back a little into the pillow, my eyes shutting once more as I waited for the mind blowing moment.

The electricity in me was uncontrollable. My brain was shutting down, I was intoxicated, weak from the excitement and feelings he was giving me.

He touched me and I involuntarily moaned, lusty.

What was he doing to me?

How was he making me feel this way?

His fingers rubbed, his head moving up, our eyes locking. Erotically, his eyes gazed into mine. I shamelessly moaned, my eyes closing again as I managed to say, "stop teasing!"

"This is a full meal waiting to be served," he said, almost to himself as he looked down and once again, I was unable to see him.

He spread my legs once more, surprising me by slipping a finger into me. I gasped, locking eyes with him as he seductively gazed into my eyes, his face irresistibly sexy.

"How bad are you craving this?" He asked, his voice thick with lust. His other hand drew imaginary circles on my inner thigh whilst he pumped in me slowly at a regular patten. "Tell me."

"Please. ." I breathed out, moaning in ecstasy. "Fuck, Cris!"

He dove in between my legs, his tongue slipping into my wet self. I was letting out ragged, desperate moans as he pleasured me; licking, sucking and kissing, his mouth working wonders between my legs.

I cried out in desire, almost screaming at his fiery touch that was sending sparks across my body, my legs weakening and shaking with pleasure. Panting and moaning, I could barely breathe. Dripping below, he licked everything, tasting me, sucking me, feeling me.

My back arched and my head buried back into the pillow as I continued to moan in unimaginable pleasure.

"Close. ." I breathlessly let out, "so close. ."

His fingers and tongue were an indescribable, mind blowing pleasure that I loved, so close to reaching my climax. I moaned louder, begging for more as my weaknesses unfolded right in front of him.

"Cris. . .don't-"

His head rose, his fingers moving away.

Panting heavily, I looked at him, my eyes widening. "Why. . .why did you stop? Fuck, Cris! Why did you fucking stop?"

He licked his wet lips, sucking the substance off his fingers as he sat up, coming and leaning over me. My eyes locked with his and I looked at him in an indescribable, negative way.

It was gone.

"Did you think this was a reward, Rosalia?" He asked me, his voice deep and so sexy that it sent shivers down my spine. I continued to look up at him.

"I told you about your punishment. Did you forget?"

I stared at him and stopped using my elbows to prop myself up. My upper half immediately laid flat onto the bed and my head on the pillow. I stared directly into his lustful eyes.

"Fuck you," I whispered, turning my head to the side and looking elsewhere as I swallowed roughly, blinking a few times.

How could I have been so stupid?

I showed all my weaknesses to him. I let myself submit. I let him trick my horny ass.

His head went into my neck and kissed it ever so softly, his lips lingering on it a little, gently pulling my skin before moving to my earlobe and nibbling it delicately. "You taste delicious," he tauntingly whispered into my ear, hot breath fanning against my skin. "So fucking sweet. I'd have you for dessert over anything."

I continued to stare at the wall, my jaw clenching.

His hand went down and touched me once more. I tensed up a little, his finger sliding once between my folds before moving up and in front of me.

"Wanna taste?"

I ignored him, annoyed with myself and him.

He chuckled so innocently. "Your loss." He moved his finger away, tasting it for himself. "You eating them pineapples?"

"Next time," he whispered seductively into my ear, kissing my neck softly again. "Just do as I say and you can have your sweet pussy ate just how you want."

With those words said, he climbed off me, leaving the bed. I watched as he picked up his shirt, putting it on and beginning to button it up.

I sat up, closing my legs as my eyes stared at him. He put on his shoes and ran his hand through his hair before going to the door.

"Cris?" I said, my face neutral. He turned and looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Watch your dick," I advised him, my eyes burning into his. "I'd hate to have to pull it out of the, should I even mention it? Again."

He chuckled, his eyes glancing down at my cleavage. "Okay then. Watch your kitty. I'd hate for someone to attack it at night." He smirked before opening the door and closing it behind himself.

I huffed and rolled my eyes.

Annoying sexy ass

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