He nodded, almost too tired to speak, but not quite. “All yours…ain’t never…felt this way…before and I never will ‘gain.” He laid there, rasping, trying to control himself once more, failing miserably. “Even when I was gone…ain’t touched no one…barely even…touched myself…” His eyes were hooded and lusty, to match hers. “And when I did…all I could think…was you…and how we used to go at each other…only thing that got me off…only thing…turned me on…”
“… I’m the same, love,” Rose murmured, crawling up to lay atop of James’ chest. She kissed his throat and murmured her words into his ear. “… only ever touched myself a few times. A-always thought of you. It was the only thing that got me there,” she whispered. “… a-an’ it was never the same but if I imagined just hard enough that they were your fingers instead of mine… if I thought about you… y-you bein’ inside of me…” she trailed off, assaulting his throat with kisses and bites.
“Holy fuck! Shit! Rosie! Fuckin’…I’m gonna cum!” He warned her ahead of time but there was no reason for the call but to announce it. James wasn’t about to let her mouth leave his cock until she drank every drop from him. “Oh…ho! Shit! Oh yeah, baby!” He came hard the very second she hummed around his cock and massaged his balls, not even meaning to cum so fast but needing too because of how long it had been without anything. Even masturbation had been rare for him; he had lived almost as celibate as a priest before coming home. “OHHHHH!” He could feel his liquid fire pumping out into her mouth and pooling behind her lips and teeth before she started swallowing. “FUCK! Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Rosie, yeah…you drink that fuckin’ cum! Shit!” His hips couldn’t stop thrusting, almost as if they were on autopilot.
And Rose made sure she swallowed every last drop, keeping eye contact with her lover the entire time as he kept pushing further into her mouth. When he finally stilled, she kept him in her mouth, tongue running gently along the length of him before she released him completely and gasped for breath, eyes half-lidded with desire because of what she’d just witnessed. “So gorgeous,” she murmured, pushing her hair back and out of her face. “… an’ all mine, huh?”
He looked her in the eyes as she pulled up on him, telling him what she was to him, what she wanted from him and expected. “Never use ya, not like the word means. Maybe pretend…” His breathing was ragged and so his words came off more hushed than usual. “Shit…Rosie…love you baby…c’mon and suck daddy off…I wanna cum all over that pretty nose and that dirty fuckin’ mouth…” He grinned and his thoughts ran away as soon as her mouth was back on him. “Your mine…shit yeah, you’re mine…guh!” He was so close and between his fist in her hair and his hips thrusting up she was going to have one sore neck tomorrow. But then, he was willing to bet that Rose didn’t mind that at all, in the scheme of things.
Rose had to admit, she quite liked the sound of being “pretend used”. Maybe they’d have to try that sometime. But for now, her focus was on one thing and one thing only: sucking him off like he deserved. One hand moved to cup and massage his balls as her head continued to bob, tongue flattening against the underside of his cock as she continued. She hummed once, suddenly, gaze flickering up to his face.
All at once his control was gone and he bucked his hips up, fucking her mouth, continually bucking softer now than the original thrust. His hard length in her mouth felt better than anything he’d ever known, warmer than he’d been since he’d been in a bed alone for months. “Fuck! Woman! Fuck! You like that hard cock fuckin’ your pretty mouth don’t ya, you dirty little whore…? Huh? Who’s my dirty little whore and only mine?” His mouth screwed into an angry expression, his hand fisted in her hair was pushing her down on him. “Mouth fuck me baby, gimme that pretty mouth so I can defile that perfect pink tongue, cum all over that beautiful face…” Yeah, he was definitely losing control…
Rose loved the sight— and she certainly had the best view in the whole house. Smirking around his cock as he continued to nudge at the back of her throat, she groaned, hoping the vibrations would do him well as she continued to bob her head, no real rhythm— just surprising and erratic. She released him with a little pop. “M-me. M’your whore,” she whispered, pre-come dribbling from her lips. “Jus’ yours. Y-yours t’do whatever y’want with me,” she told him, eyes locked on his. “Use me… love me… I don’t care, James. I’m yours.”
He nodded too many times to count, his hand now fisting in her hair, tugging just on this side of pain. “Rosie…fuck…I’ll do whatever ya want. I’ll lose control…” He was stuttering and stammering through his words, barely thinking coherantly. “Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…baby you’re drivin’ me crazy…” He bucked his hips up to her, his cock tip and the shiny bit of pre-cum connecting with her lips and the corner of her mouth, smearing the bit of wet sticky on her pretty face. “Rosie…”
“Will you?” Rose asked with a wicked grin, “… jus’ for me, James?” she added, watching him through dark eyes as her tongue continued to lash against him randomly. Finally she mouthed at the very tip of his cock and hummed gently. “… ‘cause that’s what I want, okay? I want to hear you,” she whispered, closing her lips around the head of his cock. “… been without you for months. Fuckin’ need you to come for me,” she groaned before she shifted suddenly and with ease, took him to the back of her throat.
“Well, shit…” He grinned through the moan that was building in his throat. Watching her like he was, doing those things to him through his boxers and not even on the skin of him… He shivered and put his left hand on her head, threading his fingers through her hair. “Mmmm…c’mon baby, ya know what daddy needs… Oh…” He was going to lose it and soon if he wasn’t careful; Rose cumming like she had with his nose and mouth on her, in her, well, that was reason enough for him to cum.
Rose leaned her head against James’ thigh, staring up at him. First, she wanted to set a few ground rules. “… I want you to lose control, mm? I don’t want you t’hold anythin’ back. I need to see it,” she told him, slowly tugging his boxers down and freeing him from the confines of them. His cock sprang up almost immediately and she traced a finger against the slit, slick with pre-come. “… look at you,” she whispered, tongue lashing lazily at his shaft a few times. There was something about James that just brought about the animalistic side of her— the Wolf side. “… I know what you want,” she purred in sing-song. “You wanna’ fuck this pretty mouth, don’t ya?”
He couldn’t help the smirk that fixed itself on his mouth. He’d forgotten how naughty his woman could be and it was the look in her eyes that made him realize that all their hardships were worth it, in spades, if he could just keep this woman forever. “Be my guest, baby.” He leaned back and the smirk didn’t fade at all. James watched her, his eyes locking with every movement she makes. “God, girl…you look so fuckin’ hot.”
Rose kissed him once, laughing. “All yours, love,” she told him, eyes sparkling with equal parts mischief and love. She settled herself between his legs and cupped him through his boxers for a moment before she leaned her head down and flattened her tongue against the fabric, grinning.
He felt the waterworks let up and pulled back just so far, giving her one final lick to clean her, pulling up and looking her in the eyes with a cocky grin playing over his face. “You’re a naughty little lady…you wanna cum for daddy ‘gain, huh?” He undid his pants and shucked them quickly, pulling his shirt off himself as well. God, how he’d missed this… “C’mon, baby…” He kissed her hard on the mouth as he crawled over her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. “Daddy’s missed that pussy, amongst other things…” He winked.
“Missed that mouth of yours,” Rose whispered with a smirk when she broke the kiss for air and watched him for a moment. “… but s’my turn,” she told him, sitting up slightly and kissing him hard again. “… now I want a taste,” she murmured into his ear before she sucked gently at the lobe. “Lie back. Let me take care of daddy, huh?” she smirked.
He got in there nice and tight, lapping and biting and sucking alternately, his tongue swirling against her petal pink flesh, the smell only driving him more crazy the stronger it got, the closer she got to orgasm. James just now noticed that he’d been rutting against the sofa, grinding into the cushions, pounding himself against the soft material as he ate her pretty pussy. Everything was perfect, it was so good, and he only had her to thank for loving him as deeply as she did. He moaned once more into her, accepting the flood that cascaded into his mouth and he drank of her deeply.
James was so good to her. He knew just how to drive her absolutely mad with want and lust and he was doing it right at that very moment as he continued to lap at her even as she tumbled over the edge with a scream of his name. She began to buck almost uncontrollably and he continued, trying to push his head back because she was nearly too sensitive, eyes rolling back.