Page 149 of Wallflower

“Be as loud as you need, but do not move.”

“Yes, I know,” she snaps.

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes, fuck, come on.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

I raise my hand, prepping to come down on her clit once more.

“Wait!” she shouts, and I pause. “Nothing is the matter. I’m achy, and craving release. But you’re dragging this out and enjoying every fucking second of it.”

I bring my hand down, fingers slapping against her most sensitive spot. She screams loud enough to wake the neighbours, but doesn’t move this time.

Rose heaves in a breath. “I answered you,” she snips.

“Next time, don’t make me wait.”

Her head falls back into the pillow. “Okay,” she breathes.

Rose’s breath hitches when I slide my fingers back into her centre, body taut like a band about to break.

Slowly, I plunge in and out of her, the sound so fucking addicting. Fluttering light kisses up and down her inner thigh, I feel her coil in anticipation every time I approach where she wants me most, and deflate when I back off. I’m teasing, working her pleasure and annoyance into a tightly wound ball of fury until she snaps at me for prolonging this torment. Maybe she’s devising a plan to get me back as she lies there.

I can only hope.

“Ripley…”

“Yes, baby?”

“I need…I-I…” She loses her ability to speak as I curl my fingers and swirl my tongue around her clit.

“What do you need, flower?” I query, licking slow.

“I… You…”

I flick my tongue over her bud, and her hips buck in response. “Shit,” she whispers.

I latch my mouth to that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking hard.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she mewls.

Not a fucking chance.

Not only did she move, she didn’t answer me. She’s about to cum all over my fucking face, then pay for her disobedience.

Rose’s nails scrape along the wooden headboard as she fights every instinct her body is screaming at her.

My free hand skims up her chest, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers.

Her back bows off the bed at the assault, and I press inside her, stroking faster. My teeth hover the threat of sinking into her clit as I hold it between them.

“Ripley, please!” she screams and I oblige, closing my mouth over her as she explodes. Her fingers sink into my hair, fisting tight and holding me hostage as her thighs clamp down like a vise.

She’s about to drown me, but I can’t think of a better way to go, suffocated by my woman’s pretty fucking cunt.