She cried out.
He ran the tips of his fingers up her back and reached around to touch her tits, fingering each nipple, using them as leverage to pound within her.
Finally, he couldn’t wait anymore and he let go of her tits, going back to her ass. Reaching between her thighs, he stroked her soaking wet clit, slicking up his fingers. Drawing them back to her anus, he teased across that puckered hole, feeling her tense up. Still, he continued to fuck her as he worked her ass. As he pressed against that tight hole, she cried out, but he pushed on through, shoving his finger inside her.
“You’re going to have to get used to this,” he said. “I intend to fuck you hard and fast right here in this tight asshole. Would you like that?”
She didn’t make any sense. The noises coming out of her were filled with pleasure and clearly confusion.
Pushing his thumb in and out of her anus, he stayed perfectly still within her. She glanced back at him, but he waited, wondering what she’d do.
He pressed a finger to her ass and stroked, stretching her out. She gasped.
“One day, you’ll take my cock, Rose. You’ll beg me for it.” He read the look on her face, but he knew there was something untapped inside this woman. She hadn’t been used right, but he intended to make up for that. Rose was only going to know pleasure. She’d given up one husband for another, but that was fine, he’d make sure he wiped all memory of Sean from her mind.
With his finger and thumb inside her, he stretched her anus, working her as he started to rock back and forth inside her.
He wanted to fill her up with his cum, to see it come dribbling out of her. Fuck, what was wrong with him? No woman ever made him lose his mind. Even now, if he came inside her, he could get her pregnant. For a long time, he hadn’t even wanted kids. Having Rose in his bed, he didn’t want anything between them but to feel her naked pussy on his length. She didn’t disappoint either.
Jared pulled his fingers from her tight asshole, grabbed her hips, and fucked her hard. She cried out and he groaned. Gripping her even tighter as he came, slamming to the hilt, and pulsing each wave deep within her pussy.
Reality sank in and as it did, he eased out of her pussy. He held her in place, stopping her from moving.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He watched his white cum appear between her lips and fuck if it didn’t make his cock twitch again. He moved Rose onto her back and placed a pillow beneath her hips.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Again, he didn’t speak. He wasn’t used to giving any reasons or excuses to women in his bed, or explaining himself, and he wasn’t about to start now.
Stepping away from her, he went into the bathroom, washing his hands. Ignoring his reflection and his reasons why, he returned to the bed to find her perched up on her elbows. Her heavy tits calling for his lips, but he did no more than climb into bed.
He turned off the light and could pretty much hear her thinking.
Smiling to himself, he wondered if she’d speak up or stay silent. He waited, expecting her to.
Reaching out, he felt her startle at his touch.
He ran his finger between her slit, pressing his cum back inside her. Rose had no idea what had happened to her, but in the morning, he’d offer her clarity. Also, if she decided to get angry, he was more than happy to fuck her back into submission.
Jared stopped touching her pussy and waited.
Time moved.
She finally fell asleep and as she did, he moved up close, wrapping an arm around her and snuggling up close.
If only his enemies could see him now. A crime lord snuggling up to a woman who at that very moment still belonged to another man.Chapter ThreeWaking up alone in a strange bed was new for Rose. She used the en-suite bathroom and found a robe to wear. Sliding her hands inside the pockets, she tentatively stepped out of the bedroom.
The carpet was so soft and lovely beneath her feet. Nibbling on her lip, she moved toward the end of the corridor and came to a stop as she caught sight of the dining room. Jared, her not-so-mystery mystery man from last night, sat at the table. He had a cup to his lips and before him was a plate, from which he was eating.
“It’s about time you woke up. Sit,” he said.
Even in the cold harsh light of day, he looked sexy, which was so unfair.
The soft carpet changed to wooden floors.
He nudged out a chair, and she quickly perched on the edge. The sound of his chair scraping back made her jerk, but she remained in her seat, watching him. He left the room. What did she do?