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“I’m gonna come,” I choked out, fucking into him so deeply, I moved him off the floor entirely. Rose gasped and whimpered, his entire face glitching from pleasure when I set him back onto his feet. And the whole time, he watched me.
Hesawme.
When I eased myself out of him, Rose was quick to reach behind himself and press his fingers against his still gaping hole. Cum trickled out of him, though I knew it wasn’t a loss and there was plenty to be found much deeper inside of him. He brought his hand around front of him and smeared my cum up the length of his cock.
Something dangerous and heady flashed in his eyes, but neither of us looked away, even as my stare flickered between his face and the masterful way he covered his cock with my cum.
“Get on your knees now, Mr. Galloway,” he said, chest heaving. “It’s my turn.”
CHAPTER32
ROSE
Even on hishands and knees in the middle of his closet that was very nearly the size of my apartment, Flynn looked like a predator. He was six feet of long and lean muscle wrapped in tanned skin with a dick to die for and an ass like a statue’s. And his eyes followed me around the room like he was ready to strike, or fuck me again if I didn’t hurry up.
I wasn’t worried about him changing his mind, but it had been so long since I’d gotten him beneath me. I was already perilously close to coming, a truth my body reminded me every inch I moved. My muscles ached from how thoroughly he’d just taken me and my chest matched the feeling…on account of the whole mirror thing. But there was absolutely no way I was going to come anywhere besides as deep inside Flynn as our bodies allowed.
“Hurry up then,” he grunted, dropping his forehead against the carpet.
It caused his back to arch into a deeper angle, spreading his ass apart and showing me the exact place I wanted to be.
Flynn had dropped the lube onto the floor, and I snatched it up, pouring a liberal amount all over my shaft and my fingers. With one hand splayed against his lower back, I made quick work of shoving my fingers into him. The sounds he made from the penetration went straight to my cock and I prepped him as quickly as felt fair. Once he started fucking back onto my fingers, I pulled out, lining my cock up and pushing into him.
He cursed under his breath, his exhale turning into something that sounded a lot like my name, and I had to go still after bottoming out so I didn’t fill him on the first thrust.
“Look at yourself,” he choked out, face still pressed against the carpet.
I should have known better than to think my little encounter with the mirror was finished just because we flipped. But I didn’t want to look at myself. Flynn was almost out of the reflection entirely and it was one thing to look at myself with him there behind me, it was another entirely to have those moments almost alone.
“I want to look at you,” I said, tightening my fingers around his hips so I could fuck into him harder.
“Do as you’re told, Rose.”
My jaw clenched, but heat raced up my spine at the command. Not for the first time, I wondered if there was something to be said about the whole Dom/sub thing that Flynn loved so much. I’d bought into it to some degree, only really coming into it recently in a way that felt right. But when the instruction landed on my ears, my brain almost went haywire.
The juxtaposition of being on top while being told what to do was enough to wipe my mind clear of anything beside the things Flynn said and the things I felt. I supposed that was the point.
“Fine,” I grumbled, angling my chin to the left so I could see my face in the mirror.
“Describe it to me,” he said. “Tell me what you see.”
I withdrew until the flared head of my cock teased and pulled against his rim, then slowly pressed my way back in, setting a pace that gave me the ability to keep speaking before I worried about answering him. Flynn gave me time to get my pace and my bearings, but he rolled his cheek against the floor so I could see the side of his face and I knew I was out of time.
“I love how you look when you bottom,” I started saying. “You’re so much bigger than me, so much more dominant. When you get on your back, on your knees, the sight alone is almost enough to make me come.”
“Then why aren’t you?” He snickered.
I slammed as deep into him as my cock would reach, and he whimpered.
Flynnwhimpered.
“Because I feel powerful like this,” I admitted. “I feel like I’m in control when my cock is in your ass.”
“You’re always in control,” he said. “Even when you’re on your knees.”
I trailed one of my hands around the front of him, reaching to see if his cock had gotten hard for a second time.
“I never went soft,” he said, like he knew what I’d been after.
