Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

“That’s it, woman.” He grips my ponytail and drags my head back. “That’s how you suck a cock.”

My eyes start to close. His words of praise are so filthy. And I love them.

He pulls me forward.

The tip of his dick bumps into the back of my throat, and my muscles constrict.

He pulls me back. “We’ll work on that.” He drags me down his length again. “We’ll work on getting my whole dick down your throat.”

I hum again.

I want that.

I want to be able to take all of him.

But I’m also glad he’s not going to try and force it.

“You like that idea?” With the hand not gripping my hair, Nathan reaches down to hold the front of my throat. “You like the idea of your throat bulging with my dick.”

Holy shit.

He pulls my mouth off his dick and uses his hand on my throat to nudge my chin up. “Tell me.”

I’m breathing so heavily that I take a second to reply. “I want that.”

Nathan pulls my head back farther, then bends down and slams his mouth to mine.

He presses his tongue between my lips.

I let him in.

I let him taste himself.

I give back as much as I’m getting.

He growls and pulls away. “Touch yourself. Put my dick back in your mouth, then touch yourself.”

I came here only intending to get him off.

I even wore jeans rather than something looser so I wouldn’t be tempted.

But I’m so turned on there’s not even a choice but to do as he says.

I close my lips around his tip, then let go of his dick with my hands so I can undo my pants.

It’s hard to get my hand inside my jeans, but with some tilting of my hips, my fingers slide inside my panties.

As soon as my fingers make contact with my soaked clit, a shiver runs through my body.

“That’s a good girl.” Nathan pulls my head forward. “My good girl. Rubbing her little clit. Getting off on sucking me off.”

He works me up and down his length. And I’m so close.

He pulls me deep again.

Nudging against my resistance.

I didn’t know losing control could feel like this.