Chapter 64 Make me cum

Chapter 64 Make me cum
Rosie's POV
His hands were pressing my breasts, pinning me to the table as I jerked.
"Damien... please...wait!" I pleaded.
"There's no waiting princess," he replied, and my eyes managed to find him. They glinted with mischief.
"I bet you don't keep your clients waiting," he mocked, and my fingers dug further inside the sleek table.
My chest swelled up and down, a subtle smile played on his lips as he enjoyed my discomfort, yet there was an anticipation to taste him.
He swirled his cock deeper inside me and his loud grunt eluded mine.
Then he pulled out, and I let out a deep gasp, shivering and barely rising.
I tried to look at him, but his face was an inch from my pussy now, he breathed on it, smelt it and groaned softly.
"Heavenly," he asserted, and my face flushed from embarrassment.
I can't tell why I enjoyed the fact that he was loving all of me.
With his fingers, he parted the lips of my fold and I can tell the delicate pink nub was revealed to him.
He grinned up at me like he had found the treasure he was looking for before blowing continuous air across my clit.
His every exhale of my pussy had me moaning as if it was overwhelming.
My nerves come alive.
I hardened my face, drawing up the vibrator closely.
It's too much to take, and I jolted my head to look at him.
"Fuck me already!" I uttered shamelessly, as I still wanted that cock back inside.
"Let me do my thing, pretty slut," he responded, pulling my pink morsel with his fingers and letting him cut it off.
I tried to scurry up, but I'd only end up scratching my back. My clit began to tingle, causing me to whimper.
"Argh! Damien!" I cried, trying to turn over, but his legs were trapping me to stay still.
His eyes glistened as he watched my cunt manifest under his touch.
My clit stiffened and swollen deep purple and when I reflexively attempted to close my legs, he slapped my leg.
"I'm ripping these legs off if you don't obey!" he threatened in a growl and I yelled, pushing her knees apart.
Not even a sound could be heard from him except my soft wince.
My chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.
"What the hell is happening!" I screamed, not understanding my body that he had set on fire.
He narrowed his gaze at me, his lips let a coy smile.
"Shh, relax princess," he growled, rubbing my clit further with his fingers as my wetness drips down.
"You're just getting a taste of what's to come," he said, as though giving me a few more minutes to adjust to the sensation.
Then he twisted the bud of my glint, then buried his four fingers inside.
I began to convulse, greatly as he vibrated. He thrust his fingers harder, and it sounded like a fast and continuous slap.
My clit was visibly trembling, and he must be enjoying the view, as I quivered on the table and danced in a painful twist.
My hands grabbed his shirt, dragging my body off the table and leaning on him.
He gasped, throwing his one arm around my waist to hold me from falling while I jolted on his body with his fast stroke.
My legs shook under his weight and he moved his eyes to my toes.
They were curled onto the floor as if attempting to find a way against this onslaught of sensation caused by me.
Watching his reaction builds pleasure inside me, it creases into something more as I want his throbbing dick inside me.
"Please...Damian...argh...I need...your cock," I wailed, shivering and roaming my eyes all over his face.
I was fighting to maintain control over her own reaction, but it was of no use.
"You're giving in soon?" he whispers as our bodies stick to each other.
"You're shamelessly making me do that," I confessed in between my teeth and then my head to his chest.
I could feel his heartbeat and that cruel chuckle as he succeeded.
The vibrations were too much, too intense, too overwhelming, and I growled, moving my hands all over his body with my mouth open.
I couldn't breathe, and my mouth let out air mixed with the saliva that drools from hunger.
I was screaming, and I knew he saw the struggle in my eyes, the desperation for relief.
"Please," I begged as I raised my head briefly to look him in the eyes, but he kept rotating his fingers, widening my pussy wall.
He feigned ignorance, narrowing his gaze at me and increasing the speed.
"Your plea only makes me harder, slut," he confessed, but I just kept pouting.
"No! Please, I can't take it anymore! It's too much."
However, those words came out as a moan, not a protest, and he chuckled.
"Nah, you're taking more of this."
My body was on fire, my brain overloaded with sensation as it called out to me.
I tossed my head from side to side and his ragged breath height.
He didn't look down at me but my face now as he hooked a thigh on his hip, my face slick with sweat, my whimper and moan.
He suddenly inhales.
"I smell your arousal, princess," he said, making me all shy as I rolled my eyes.
I even smell it. It's a musky scent that filled the room.
My eyes were wild as my body trembled. I shook my head, clenching my teeth as though fighting the words that wanted to come out.
He runs his free hand on my thighs, sending tingles inside me.
"You feel it don't you?" he muttered, and I bit my lower lip.
My fingers dug into his flesh, my nails left crescent-shaped marks on his arms.
"Say it princess. Say you want me to make you come like this."
"Say it," he growled sharply, and I stretched my feet.
"M—make me come," I cried, not in the way that I wanted, but it's fine, he knows I want him.
He pulled out his fingers, my body squirmed as I almost dropped to the floor, but he scooped me back to the table.