Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

Rosie throws her head back into the mattress and lets out a throaty moan as her pussy starts to convulse.

That’s when I shove my hips forward. Sinking every inch of my cock inside her.

And that’s when she screams.

FIFTY-NINE

ROSALYN

Pressing my knees into Nathan’s sides, I tighten my arms around his neck, hugging him to me.

A cry rattles around in my head, and it’s not until I gasp for breath that I realize it’s from me.

“Fuck,” Nathan grunts against my ear as he pulls out just an inch, then thrusts back in.

Another cry leaves my mouth. But it’s not from pain.

There isn’t any pain. Only pleasure.

Unbelievable, immense pleasure.

My pussy is still pulsing with release.

I was halfway through an orgasm when he split me in half with his cock.

I claw at the back of his neck. “Nathan.”

“That’s right, Beautiful.” He pulls out farther, then slams back in. “It’s me inside you.” He does it again. “And you’re taking me so good.”

He tries to pull back, but I hold him tighter.

Nathan chuckles, but it sounds strained.

Lips press against my temple. “You okay?”

His tone is sweet, but he rolls his hips as he asks, lodging himself even deeper.

I drag my nails up the back of his neck and grip his hair. “So okay.”

I feel his lips pull into a smile against my cheek. “Think you can give me another?”

I tilt my hips, meeting his strokes. “Another?”

Fingers move between us, his hand back where our bodies meet. “You can give me another.”

He doesn’t ask it this time.

He just starts playing with my clit.

I squeeze my eyes shut. My oversensitive flesh immediately responds.

His body moves over mine.

His hips lifting and lowering.

His cock sliding in and out.

Stretching. Impaling.