Page 61 of Wallflower

She nods, a whimpering, moaning mess, bouncing on my shaft. Planting her hands on my chest, she snaps her hips, slamming onto me over and over.

Sweat coats her skin as she slows her pace, circling her pussy up and down my length. “Fuck, that’s it, Rose.”

“Beg me for it,” she says, moving on me at the speed of a glacier.

“Beg?”

She nods, leaning down. Her lips brush mine. “Beg.”

I grab her throat, pressing my starving lips into hers, as the fingers of my other hand weave into her hair. I kiss her hard, hot, fast. “I ain’t begging you for shit,” I growl.

Then I toss her off of me.

Rose rolls, absorbing the impact. But I’m already on her. Flipping her onto her stomach and hauling her hips up.

“Mr. Mor?—“

Before she can finish my name, I bury my dick deep inside her. Fucking her hard and cutting off her words.

Leaning down over her, I gather her hair into my fist, tugging her up until the blood coating her back paints my chest.

“My name’s Ripley,” I rasp against the shell of her ear, “now fucking scream it, flower.”

My fingers find her clit, working it firm and slow as I rock into her. Her body tenses, cunt clamping down on my cock as she whimpers a moan. “That’s it, baby, cum for me.”

Fisting her hair, I turn her face to mine and press my lips into hers. She tries to pull away, fights to suck in a breath, but this is what I want.

Fucking surrender to me, flower.

Eyes falling shut, she loses the battle. “Eyes open,” I demand, but she disobeys. The cry that breaks out of her could wake the skeletons in my closet as she detonates, flooding around me.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, withdrawing my cock as she erupts, coating me in her release.

“Rip-Ripley…” she pants, tears pricking in the corner of her eyes from the intensity.

“Shhh, flower. You did so fucking good.” I stroke myself, feeling her on my skin. I drag the tip through her puffy pussy, feeling her twitch with aftershock as she fights to catch her breath. Slowly, I push inside her. Eyes rolling back from the straight euphoria this moment brings me. She’s so slick and warm, moaning my name like a mantra. It shoves me off the edge. I cum so hard I see stars. “So fucking perfect.” I groan, low and tortured. “This pussy’s going to be the death of me.”

“So, what’s your favourite dinosaur?”

Ripley’s voice worms its way through the lust-fuelled haze. He’s so warm and solid next to me beneath clean blankets, I could fall asleep.

“You can’t be serious?” The whiskey and weed have worn off, allowing the anxiety of the night to slink back in. I can’t believe I just fucked him. I should be mortified, scared, shoving him out the door, but I’m not. I’m calmer than I’ve been in days, and I can’t put my finger on why.

“Do you think I’d joke about something like this?”

“I suppose not, you seem pretty invested in your big lizards.”

“Don’t even start.”

“What?”

“Big lizards,” he mocks.

“Doesn’t T-Rex literally mean ‘Tyrant Lizard’?”

“King of the tyrant lizards.”

I shoot him a look, and he huffs. “Fine, I’ll give you that. But no more lizard talk. Now, pick.”