I WATCHED HER FROM OUR bed as she readied herself for our night out. She had no idea how sexy she was being just doing something as simple as getting dressed. She’d taken extra care with her makeup since we were going to a special charity event hosted by one of the foundations she’d volunteered for a few months back.
I wasn’t sure how she’d talked me into attending, but looking at her now as she slowly dressed, clueless that I was watching, I knew she could ask me to go to hell for her and I would.
Every day.
Every night.
Only for her.
She lifted her bare arms, twisting her hair to the top of her head, and my eyes followed the long line of her spine. Little wisps of red fell from her twist, landing softly on her slender neck. She pulled pins from her mouth and pushed them through her hair in what were probably strategic positions to her.
My eyes moved down the curve of her neck, down the dip of her chest. I memorized each breath she took—the slow, measured in and outs—like waves of sensuality rushing over me. Her flushed skin looked pink beneath the lighting, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, her green eyes glittered.
She had already put on a bra, so I wasn’t able to see the pink tips of her nipples, but I could see they were hard and pressing against the lace containing them. I knew exactly how they felt against my tongue—exactly how they tasted. My mouth watered and my jaws ached with how badly I craved her.
When she placed the last pin in the flames of her red hair, her slender arms dropped and she studied herself in the mirror.
She was stunning.
She was classic perfection, exotic in her own right, soft and gentle, and best of all … she was mine. My appetite for her never went away. It was always there, burning just beneath the surface until I couldn’t think about anything but being wrapped inside her.
She held my attention and my cock thickened as she slowly and methodically moved her palms over her flesh. Her hands moved over her slim waist and down onto her hips before her fingertips lingered over the black lace that trimmed her thigh-highs. Slipping her fingers beneath her garters, she tugged to adjust them, pulling the edge of her lacy panties down a bit.
I wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing to me until her hands disappeared between her creamy thighs and she began to run her nails over the lacy fabric that hid what I knew was the sweetest part of her body.
My blood boiled.
My eyes found hers in the vanity mirror in front of her and a sultry smile lifted her glossy lips.
“See anything you like, Mr. Black?”
She’d been teasing me—tempting me—making me a slave to her sweet seduction. She’d grown so much in her sexuality since the first time I’d laid eyes on her. I’d like to think I was responsible for her newfound knowledge of seduction, but I knew deep down that she was a natural. It was there in her everyday life. Simple things like the way she ate her lunch or the way she used a pen—her sex appeal was intoxicating.
“A dangerous game you’ve started, Rosslyn.”
Tilting her head, she lifted a suggestive brow. “That’s Mrs. Black to you.”
I swallowed the thickness in my throat. Hearing her refer to herself as Mrs. Black was a high I wasn’t prepared for.
The bed squeaked when I stood and went to stand behind her. Her skin warmed my roughened fingertips when I traced a path from her shoulder down to her elbow. I silently celebrated when a set of goosebumps chased my finger.
“That mouth of yours.” I shook my head as if I was disappointed.
“What about it?” She backed into me, her ass pressing into my slacks and making my cock go even harder.
“It needs to be tamed.” I captured her chin and forced her head back giving myself the perfect view of her lean body from the neck down in the mirror.
She liked it.
No.
She loved it.
She trusted me enough to know that I’d die before I hurt her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate a good manhandling on occasion.
She was into it.
I could see the excitement in her eyes and the quickening of her breaths.
“And how will you go about taming my mouth?”
I contained the grin that begged the side of my mouth. She was so playful.
I fucking loved it.
“I suppose I could always stuff something in it.”
My balls tightened just thinking about her mouth wrapped around my cock. Her glossy red lipstick smeared all over my shaft as I pumped into her mouth until I sprayed the back of her throat.
“True. That’s always an option.” She grinned. “Of course, the question still remains of what you’d stuff in my mouth. It needs to be something that fills it completely. Think you can find something that meets that description?”
Minx.
She was such a smartass.
Running my fingers up the back of her hairline, I tugged at her hair. I knew it was going mess up her pinned hairstyle, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“I think I have just the thing. It’s thick and hard, and it’s sure to tame that smart mouth of yours.”
She hissed as I tugged again then pressed wet kisses down the side of her neck. When I felt her back begin to melt into my front, I bit her shoulder, making her jump and grind her teeth together in pleasured pain.
“Then do it.” She moved to turn and face me, but I held her in place.
“Not so fast. Filling your mouth doesn’t feel like enough punishment. I think you deserve much worse.”
“Oh, really? What exactly are you punishing me for? Other than my smart mouth, of course.”
My hands moved down her sides, and when I reached her panties, I let my fingers skim the inside of the lace. The rough texture next to her soft skin was erotic.
“Well, for one, I have to wear this suit for you tonight. You know how much I hate wearing these monkey suits.”
Her grin deepened. “That is terrible. Although it’s a crime considering how sexy you look in that monkey suit.”
“Still,” I said as I began to push her panties down over her hips, exposing her round ass to my palms. “It’s a major inconvenience to my comfort. For that, you should be punished.”
“You’re right. How dare I make you uncomfortable?” She rolled her hips, forcing her naked ass into me. “Do your worst,” she challenged.
“You think you can handle my worst?”
I walked her forward until her thighs were brushing the vanity top.
Her eyes met mine in the mirror in front of us, and she nodded. “Absolutely,” she said, breathlessly.
The back of her earring dug into my tongue when I sucked her earlobe. “We’ll see about that.”
Pressing my palm to the center of her back, I flattened her chest to the vanity top. Her creamy ass cheeks were unflawed, prompting me to palm one and squeeze it before I gave it a good smack.
She tensed beneath me and hissed.
“Stop prolonging this and fuck me, Sebastian.”
Rosslyn rarely used vulgar language, which made it all the more sinful. Her words pushed me over the edge. I unbuttoned my slacks and shoved them down over my hips. My cock popped out, the tip glistening and ready.
Using my knee, I spread her thighs before reaching down and pushing two fingers into her soaking center.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Fuck. You’re so ready for me, baby.”
Pulling my fingers from her body, I sucked her sweetness from them with closed eyes. Her sweet flavor rolled over my tongue sending my senses into high gear.
Without waiting for another second, I lined the tip of my cock up with her center and thrust myself into her heat. My balls tightened at the sudden spike of pleasure.
“Your pussy is perfect. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you feel?”
She backed onto my shaft when I pulled out, her body begging to be fucked, and I gave her exactly what she deserved. I thrust so hard and fast that I became dizzy. Instead of closing my eyes, I kept them pinned on her reflection, taking in the pleasure on her face and enhancing my own.
She closed her eyes and rested the side of her face against the counter, but I wouldn’t go for that. I needed her eyes on me. I needed to see how good I was making her feel.
Reaching forward, I tugged at her hair and forced her face up.
“Look at yourself. Look how sexy you are when you take my cock like a good girl.”
Her eyes skimmed over our reflection and her mouth fell open. She was close to coming. I could feel it in the tightening around my cock and the tenseness of her spine.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Drown me, baby. Cover me in it.” I pounded into her hard and faster. Perfume bottles shook and lipstick tubes fell over and rolled to the floor. “I want to wear you all night—walk around with your scent on my skin.”
And then she broke.
Her cries echoed in the room around us, bouncing off the expensive marble and playing a melody I’d learned to love more than anything. Her body tightened around me so hard I thought for sure she’d break me.
It was rough.
It was fast.
And it was fucking hot.
“I’m going to come. Fuck. I’m going to come deep in your pussy.”
She pulled me over the edge with her, my body tensing with a shocking release that stole my breath.
Afterward, I folded over her body and let go. A thin layer of sweat coated her flushed skin making any exposed skin of mine slide across her.
“Oh, my God, that was amazing,” she breathed. “I’d say I’ve been thoroughly punished.” She was panting as she tried to catch her breath.
“Well, you took your punishment beautifully,” I responded.
She giggled and it shook my chest.
Finally, once I caught my breath, I peeled my body from hers and righted my clothes.
“We’re going to be late.”
She was trying to salvage what she could of her hair, but all I could do was think about bending her over the vanity for a second time.
“Do you expect me to care considering the reason we’re going to be late?”
I leaned over, my lips finding the curve of her neck. She laughed and her fingers combed through my hair. When her fingers tightened into a fist and pulled, I growled, biting her soft flesh without leaving a mark.
“Sebastian!” She laughed, pushing me away so she could freshen up. “I’m getting dressed and we’re leaving in ten,” she called, disappearing into the walk-in closet.
Movement inside the closet sounded as I leaned against the vanity with a relaxed smile. It was good with Rosslyn. Always was.
“Geez. I feel like I’ve spent the last hour riding a horse,” she muttered from inside the closet.
I laughed.
“Just call me Clydesdale, baby,” I called out.