Page 65 of The Rook’s Obsession

I wake up with her ass pressed against me, and my arm draped over her waist. The room is still dark, with that early dawn look that makes everything feel suspended. She’s warm and soft, the smell of her shampoo lingers on everything.

I don’t move, letting myself have this moment. But unfortunately, my dick has a mind of its own. She starts to stir, and the way her breathing changes, she can feel my growing hardness pressed against her; she’s deliberately grinding against my cock.

“You’re awake,” she says, her voice rough with sleep.

“Getting there.”

She does it again, a slow roll of her hips that sends sparks up my spine. “This says otherwise.”

I pull her closer, eliminating any space that’s still between us. She makes a tiny moan, pushing back harder.

“Keep doing that,” I warn her, “and I’m going to fuck you.”

“Promises?”

I roll her onto her stomach, pinning her with my weight, my knee between her thighs spreading her legs. Before she can catch her breath, my cock is sliding between her slick folds.

“Nick…”

I don’t let her finish, pushing inside with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, arching her back. I don’t give her time to adjust before I start moving, the angle deep, hitting the spot that makes her nails dig into the mattress.

“Fuck,” she breathes, and I feel her pussy start to tighten around me, already close.

I lean down, my mouth against her ear, my weight pressing her into the bed. “You wanted this. Grinding against me like a little tease.”

“Yes,” she gasps, pushing back to meet my thrusts.

“You wanted me to wake up hard and desperate for you.”

“Yes.”

I grip her hips and lift her slightly, allowing me the perfect angle to drive deeper, making her tremble.

“Come for me,” I growl, my rhythm getting harder, more punishing. “Let me feel it.”

She comes with a cry that she tries to muffle, her body going rigid, her back arching hard enough to lift her shoulders off the bed. I keep fucking her through it, wanting to draw it out as long as I can.

I ease up when I feel her body go limp, my dick still inside her, and still very hard. I run my hand down her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. Then I slide my thumb between her ass cheeks, pressing against the tight ring of muscle there.

She tenses, her head turning quickly to look at me over her shoulder, eyes wide.

“Has anyone—” I start to ask.

“No,” she says, and I can hear the hesitation in her voice. “Not like this.”

I use my thumb and gently apply pressure, just enough to let her feel it. “Do you want me to stop?”

She’s quiet for a moment, then she shakes her head, pushing back against my hand.

I reach for the lube in the nightstand drawer. I coat my fingers, then slowly start to press one against her, waiting for her to relax.

She’s so fucking tight, and I can feel her tense, fighting the instinct to pull away. I keep my other hand on her hip, grounding her, giving shallow thrusts that keep her on the edge.

“Breathe,” I tell her, and she gives a shuddering exhale.

I work my way in deeper, feeling her stretch around me, watching her face for any sign of real discomfort. But she’s biting her lip, her eyes closed, and when I curl my finger slightly, she makes a sound that sounds so sweet.

“More,” she whispers.