Peter growled. “You vixen.”
He lifted her off his cock and brought her back down on his hard shaft.
Her breasts bounced with each jerk of his hips.
“So tight, so perfect. My woman, my future,” he said, pressing lips all over her body. His lips were on her breasts, her face and down her chest.
She was consumed by his powerful thrusts.
“I’m close, baby. Finger that sweet slit for me. I need to feel your cunt tighten around me.”
Rose loved it when he talked dirty. She slipped a finger between them and started to stroke her clit to match his thrusts.
She gasped, moaned, and she felt her pussy tighten more around his cock.
“Come for me, baby. I need you to come.”
Listening to his words, Rose glanced down, watching his hard dick disappear inside her body. The condom didn’t do him any justice, but the sight alone made her ache. She kept up her strokes, close to orgasm already.
Peter never failed to turn her on.
“I’m going to teach you everything, show you everything. Your whole world is going to explode, and you’re going to love every second.”
He rode her harder. Even with her on top, Peter was the one in control.
“Your body is only going to know my cock, and when I get you on birth control, I’m going to fuck you without a condom. I want to see your cunt, wet and naked.”
Those words were all it took. Rose came, crying out as Peter’s thrusts got harder and more intense.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
With the last thrust, Peter growled. His cock kicked inside her, and she felt him pulse into the waiting condom. She collapsed on his chest. From this angle she wasn’t going to get crushed by him.
Holding onto his body, she felt his heart hammering against her chest.
The only sound to be heard in the large room was their breathing.
He stroked her back, caressing his fingers down her spine and resting his hands on her ass.
“During sex people say shit they don’t mean. Did you mean what you said?” Peter asked.
“About loving you?” Her mind was a little fuzzy. He’d taken her on a rollercoaster ride, and she needed time to regain her thoughts.
“Yes.”
She smiled. “Are you feeling a little insecure?”
“You’re younger than me, Rose. When I commit it will be for life.”
“I come from Cape Falls. I marry for life.” She stroked the edge of one of his tattoos.
“Cape Falls is going to change. You don’t have to be stuck on that tradition—”
Rose pressed a finger to his lips. “Shut up. I love you, Peter, and I intend to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
She dropped her lips onto his.
“I’ve woken up and gone to heaven.”