Page 4 of Wallflower

“I’m going to cum all over this pretty pussy, and you better be right there with me.”

My insides twist in the best way, fingers moving of their own accord. My body knows what I like, working myself to the edge of bliss quickly. Watching him stroke his thick and veiny cock has me aching to feel it stretch me. My fingers aren’t enough as I plunge them into my pussy. There’s no burn, no real depth. It’s not enough, my orgasm is going to fizzle out. “Fuck me,” I pant.

Sam’s eyes fly to mine. “What?”

“Please…fuck me,” I breathe.

“No,” he grinds out.

“No?” I reply, shocked. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“It’s not what you want.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Too bad, you’ll take what I give you,” he taunts, knuckles brushing roughly over my clit with every stroke of his erection.

“You cocksucker!”

“Careful, pretty girl, or you’ll end up the cocksucker.”

“Please,” I pout. I’ll say anything to have him drive that pulsing dick into me so hard I cry.

“You beg so perfectly, Rosie,” he coos, hand abandoning my thigh as he cups my cheek, thumb sweeping across my lips. I lean into the touch.Damn, this man might just be perfect.His gaze softens watching me. He’s drawing me in like a blow fly to a fresh corpse, mixing the softness and raging desire so magnificently, and I doubt he even realizes it. He’s like a brand on my skin. I’ll never forget about him, never not feel him, even when this cruise is over and we go our separate ways, he’s going to linger like a stubborn scar.

“Maybe just a taste,” he murmurs, gaze unlocking from mine and trailing down to where we touch. The crown of his dick is covered in my arousal, it slides in with no resistance when he presses into me.

My eyes roll back as heat bleeds from every nerve ending, coating me in a thin sheen of sweat. “Watch, Rosie,” he directs, moving his hand to the back of my neck and pulling me up.

My gaze locks on where we connect, eagerly waiting for him to bottom out. But he doesn’t—pulling away before he’s even halfway in.

“Wha—” I breathe.

“Shhhh,” he whispers, smirking as he slowly sinks back in, only fucking me with half of what he can give me.

“Please,” I whine, trying to wrap my free leg around him to pull him into me.

He catches the movement, pinning my leg to the counter with the hand that was gripping his length.

“More,” I cry. “I need more.” His hips move faster as his hand abandons my leg, fingers moving to my clit.

“If I give you everything now, what’s going to keep you coming back for more, pretty girl?”

I don’t know why it’sthatstatement that pushes me to the brink, but my pussy grips his tip and he fucking moans because of it. Maybe I just needed the validation that he wants me again, it pushes my nerves back down below the surface.

His thumb presses into my clit, applying the right amount of pressure while circling it slowly. He’s no frantic clitoral DJ that doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. Sam reads my body. He watched me touch myself, and now mimics what I need almost flawlessly.

My back arches, eyes rolling back once again, as my release crashes through me. Sam groans, slamming in to the hilt, ripping a scream from my throat. His lips press into mine as he grips my hips ruthlessly, pushing himself as deep as he can. His kiss swallows the pleasure-rich sob fighting to break free as I convulse around his length.

The back of my head touches the mirror as I break our kiss, trying to catch my breath. He pulls out, shooting his release onto my skin. A satisfied smirk curves his mouth as he tugs my panties over my centre, snapping them back into place. “Seriously?” I snark.

“Yeah, and you better still be wearing them when I find you again later.”

“Why?”