Rosalie

"What?" Dylan yelped. He still wasn't sure if he had heard me correctly.

"I said, I need you to fuck me to sleep. I'm so tired but I'm too hopped up on caffeine to fall asleep," I explained.

Dylan stood up from the couch and made his way over to me. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifted my head to look at him. "All you have to do is ask," he smirked.

"I did ask, Dylan," I snapped back, irritated. The lack of sleep was making me grumpy.

Dylan's fingers dug into my arm as he spun me around turning my back towards him. Only a few inches remained between us as he pulled my hair to the side from behind me.

"You didn't ask very nicely, did you," he whispered in my ear as his hand went under my shirt.

"What do you mean? I di—" I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his other hand found its way into my shorts and his fingers rubbed against my core.

"We're gonna have to teach you some manners, won't we," his breath fanned my neck making the hair on my skin stand up.

"Won't we," he asked again, louder this time, while smacking my ass as he began rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb.

A shiver of pleasure ran through my body and I struggled to speak. "Y-yes, sir," I stuttered.

He pulled my shirt down my left shoulder as his hand continued the sweet torture between my legs. "That's my girl," he mumbled in between placing wet kisses across my shoulder.

"I am not your girl," I yelled back in a hoarse voice.

"You're all mine, Rose. Every single inch of your body," he growled as he pinched my clit, hard. My entire body crumbled in response but I shook my head 'no'. It was clearly a lie. In that moment, he practically owned me.

"Say it," he roared as he thrusted two fingers inside me.

A loud moan escaped my mouth. "Fine. I'm yours, I'm yours," I screamed.

"Ah, so needy," he bit my neck and mumbled softly against it. I could feel his smirk on my skin.

His fingers hooked inside me as he moved them around while continuing to rub my clit with his thumb. He thrusted them in and out faster and I latched onto his other arm that was wrapped tightly around my waist. I could feel his erection against my hip as I pushed back into him.

"Dylan," I breathed out. The tension inside me was at an all time high and all I wanted now was release.

"Do you want to come," he asked while sucking on my neck. I nodded my head furiously.

"Then ask nicely," he commanded.

"Please," I begged as his torture progressed.

"Please, what?"

"Please, Daddy," I moaned. A groan left his mouth at what I called him and he sped up the pace.

All the nerves in my body lit up like a Christmas tree as I felt the pleasure course through my veins. I wriggled in his grasp as my body crashed with convulsions. My legs turned to jelly as I came undone around him with only his arm holding me in place.

Dylan wiped his fingers on my belly and spun me around to face him. Instantly, his lips claimed mine and he continued to ravish my mouth, only pausing to remove my shirt. It fell to the floor as he lifted me up, his fingers digging into the skin on my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to my room as the heels of my feet dug into his back.

Once we were inside, he dropped onto the bed, taking me down with him. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. My shorts followed soon after.

His hands moved down to my breasts as he peppered kisses along my jaw. All of a sudden, he pinched my nipple so hard, I saw stars. It hurt so good. I hissed in pain and he immediately pulled his hand away.

"No, don't stop," I breathed. I heard him chuckle lightly as his teeth grazed the skin on my neck and his hand returned to my breast.

The pressure built up once again and my core throbbed for him. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, I pulled them down. He immediately took them off completely, followed by his boxers. My panties were next and soon he was on top of me, his cock rubbing against my clit.

In an instant, he crashed inside me. My legs wrapped around him as he began thrusting into me. It was hard and rough and I loved every moment of it. In just a little while, I was so close to going over the edge.

"Don't come," he ordered me and I tried to hold my orgasm. My body was on fire with the constant waves of mind-blowing sensations. Eventually, it gave up as it unraveled under him with immense pleasure. If it weren't for Dylan holding me down, I could've sworn I would have levitated as every muscle of my body contracted.

When Dylan fell down next to me, I knew I was spent. I got up and put on Dylan's shirt, since mine had been discarded downstairs, and fell back into the bed, exhausted. My eyes fluttered shut and I couldn't find the energy to open them again. A satisfied sigh left my mouth as I snuggled into my pillow.

Dylan got up and put the covers over me. I barely heard him when he whispered a soft "Goodnight, Rose" in my ear and left after kissing my cheek.