Chapter Six
Rogue
I dropped her hand and took my surroundings in for a brief moment. Her room was cold—I’d expected to see red walls and maybe an enlarged photo of her above her bed. I’d imagined a four-poster bed with nets. Her room was nothing like that.
There were no photos, nothing personal. It was as if it wasn’t her place, but a showroom. Even that would have had a picture on the wall. Something to make it more inviting.
The bedcovers were the same color as the walls and floor, cream. I had been in a few women’s bedrooms, and none of them had been as cold as Claire’s. For a minute it took me by surprise, especially because of the way she was hungry for me.
Did this sex-craved woman really live here?
Did she rent it because she didn’t want me to know where she really lived?
I shook my head and thought about her stripping down like a hooker ready to take her favorite client. There was no misunderstanding about what we were about to do.
A whole lot of fucking!
I just needed to take my time. I wanted to take in her body, her smile, and most of all what she looked like when she came. I walked across the room without an explanation, sat in a leather armchair, and pulled out a cigarette.
“I want you to do what you do when you’re alone.” I realized that she was butt naked in front of me and completely confused as she put her hand on her hip.
I growled, “Make yourself come.” The way she was acting earlier, I knew that she was deprived. I might have been in the slammer, but I could tell that Claire had been begging for it just as long as I had been. Or even longer. There was only one way that a woman who didn’t have sex on a regular basis behaved.
Like they wanted more.
That quick pump against the door only got her started.
I wanted to see her when she came.
She took a moment to digest my words.
I slowly sat down in the corner chair and then, like a tormented slave freeing herself from chains, she moved to the center of the bed.
I sat back and relaxed, getting ready to enjoy the show. I expected her to complain about the smoke. Tell me that I was out of line.
She didn’t.
Instead she moved too fast, slipping her fingers in and out of her pussy as if she didn’t have an audience. We lost eye contact, and that wasn’t what I wanted or needed.
No, I needed her to know that I was here.
To pretend that it was my fingers going in and out of her.
So I purred, “Slowly.”
“What?” she asked, as if I had woken her up from a bad dream.
This wasn't sexy.
I needed to show her what it meant to be sexy.
I repeated, “Sl-ow-ly,” while drawing on my cigarette.
This time, she touched her nipples, which made my cock harden. She stopped for a brief second as I adjusted my pants as it started to rise once again.
This time she faced me with her legs wide open, and she put her fingers in between her legs one at a time. My length continued to jerk. She put her damp fingers in her mouth.
That fucking drove me nuts.
I felt like bending her down and fucking her again. It took every power in me to control how I was feeling.
I closed my eyes for a second and drew on my cigarette again.
Her body spasmed as she placed two, then three fingers inside her pussy. Her legs were wide open and sprawled out. I didn’t know where to fucking look.
At her face while she struggled to breath.
At her breasts while she used one hand to flick her nipples.
Or at the grand prize.
Right down below, where she was rubbing her clit like fucking crazy.
I nearly caused a fire. I dropped my cigarette by accident. Picked it up. Assumed that the next door was the bathroom.
“Arrh!” she wailed as she rubbed herself vigorously.
I flicked the cigarette in the toilet and went to help her along her way. I dropped my pants, swung them off, and set my full length free. I launched myself in front of her, moved on top of her, and waved her hand out of the way.
“Rogue!” she cried as I pumped her so fucking hard. There was no holding back. I raised one knee and then pushed back inside her again. The more she screamed, the more I groaned, until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her breasts were bouncing off my chest, and before I knew it, my come shot up inside of her. I wanted to touch her. My cock might have finished, but my emotions were running wild.
I couldn’t help but taste her nipples. I grabbed her breast and my cock started to rise to the occasion. Normally, it took time.
It wouldn’t react so quickly, especially twice in a row.
This time, it just knew what it wanted.
It needed her.
I couldn’t stop sucking on her and flicking my tongue all over her body. I turned her around and slipped my cock between her legs. She whimpered. She was probably tired. But like me, she just couldn’t get enough.
I expected her to say, stop.
Not, “Please, put it in,” she begged as I caressed her breasts with one hand and held onto the edge of the bed. Just to go that bit deeper. Just to make sure that there was no holding back.
“Are you sure you want this?”
I wanted her to beg.
“Don’t stop. Just don’t fucking stop.”
She was screaming so fucking loud, I expected the neighbors to call the police. The bed was practically moving from one side of the room to the other as I held on so I could thrust into her deeper.
“I want to hear you beg!”
How bad did she want it?
“Rogue, don’t fucking stop. Please!”
That was enough for me to finish off. I jerked inside her a few more times before my cock gave up. I thought she would cry when I drove my entire length inside of her.
I wanted to continue, but I was whacked. Not only that, but the crazy part was I think she drained me. But, I held out.
I had never given up with a woman, and I wasn’t about to start doing that now. I put up a fight and it paid off.
Pumping.
Thrusting.
Jerking inside of her.
Harder each time.
Finally, I pounded my big, fat cock into her, until the last bit of come drained out of me.
I slumped to the side of the bed. Both of us laughed as she did the same.
“I didn’t know you had so much energy, Claire.”
She laughed and said, “Neither did I.”