Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

Could be this good.

“You’re gonna be a quick learner,” he grits out.

Back and forth.

Up and down.

“By the end of fall, you’re gonna be swallowing me whole.” He holds me in place. “And by the end of the year, you’re gonna be able to take all of me in that sweet ass.”

My pussy clenches, and I moan around him.

The idea should scare me.

Terrify me.

But I can’t think of anything hotter than giving my body over to this man.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he groans. “I talk about taking your ass, and you moan around my cock.”

My eyes flutter.

My clothes feel too tight.

My heart is racing.

“You close, Little Rose?”

I nod, taking him almost too far with the movement.

“Are you going to swallow?”

I rub my fingers faster over my clit and nod again.

I’ve never swallowed before. But I can’t imagine pulling back now.

Can’t imagine saying no to this man.

He tugs on my ponytail so that just the tip of his dick is in my mouth. “Come for me.”

ONE HUNDRED TEN

NATE

Rosie’s eyes meet mine, then hers roll back as her body shudders.

My perfect girlfriend comes with her hand down her pants and my dick in her mouth, and I couldn’t stop myself from following if I tried.

Holding her head still, I flex my fingers around her throat and explode.

Pulse after pulse, I come in Rosie’s mouth, and I feel every swallow she takes.

She jerks her hand out of her pants, and as I continue to come, I let go of her throat and grip her wrist.

Then I pull her hand up to my mouth and shove her shiny fingers between my lips.

A final jolt of my release fills her mouth. Then, with the taste of her pussy on my tongue, I finally drop my hold on Rosie.

She collapses back into my chair, her breathing just as labored as mine.