Page 68 of Rogue Mission

In. Out again. Each time the depth of the end of the thrust a little deeper.

Shifting, he angles me expertly, lifting my hips with one of his hands below my rear. The angle takes him even deeper.

His other muscular arm is planted next to my shoulder, caging me in, holding me right where he wants me with his strength.

Safe. Protected. Wanted. He makes me feel everything.

“Fuck, I love how you feel,” he grinds out, breathing hard. Color rising on his chest as he works, thrusting, his teeth clenched.

“Touch yourself,” he orders.

“What?”

“Play with your clit while I fuck you.”

My eyes widen with realization. “Is that okay?”

He grins, shaking his head slowly, still thrusting. “Everything is okay in our bed, baby.”

This is shocking.

I guess I really should have watched some porn or something. “Oh my god, why does that sound so dirty?” I ask before I can stop myself.

His hand shifts, the one holding my rear in the air, and suddenly there is a delicious slide of his fingertips between my cheeks, and gentle pressure in a place I’ve never felt it before.

“Because good sex can be filthy. It can be sweet, it can be slow.”

He strokes his massive length in and out of me in a patient glide, his fingers working some kind of magic, BACK THERE, that makes my throat ache because the pleasure is so intense.

He doesn’t penetrate that ring though, just teases, and makes me crazy. When he’s got me totally panting, whimpering, and out of my head with pleasure he finds my ear.

“We can do hard and raw, too. Whatever you need, baby.”

His thrusts speed, deepen, bouncing me. Making my breasts pop up and down.

“Yes!” I gasp, my fingers circling my clit fast as my other hand bites into his wrist.

He leans over me, a look of intense pleasure on his face before he captures my lip between his teeth and rasps, “That’s my girl. You’re mine now, and we’ll do it all. Ever fucking sweet, dirty, delicious thing that can be done.”

“Promise?” I ask, my tongue skating along my swollen mouth, knowing I’m teasing him.

“Fuck, yes.”

He pistons harder, his hand still teasing, his tongue greedily searching my mouth, orchestrating the ultimate release.

I don’t scream, I have no breath, but when he chases his own orgasm, pounding me up the bed with his powerful thrusts, wild, loud sounds come from both of us.

“Yes. Ahhhh!” He shudders hard, coming deep inside of me.

I come on a tidal wave of emotion. The tears coming from my eyes stop him cold.

“No,” he rasps. “Don’t cry.” He falls onto me, kissing my temple, breathing raggedly, body shaking above me. Holding my face between his hands with the gentlest touch.

“It’s just…” I can’t finish.

“I know, baby,” he whispers. “I fucking feel it too.”

We stay like that a long time, my arms wrapped around his back, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, nuzzling my hair as our hearts return to a normal pace.