Page 128 of The Man Upstairs

“Would you have liked that? To watch her getting scribbled on?”

She laughed so sweetly. “Would be awesome. Really good fun. Maybe we should do it sometime.”

The fire in my gut burned brighter.

“How about a foursome, hey?” I said. “Would you like that? I could show him how to use a whisk. Maybe he could practice on you?”

She was still giggling as she nodded. She was joking, that’s what I told myself, but it didn’t matter, that internal fire blazed at the very thought of Peter touching Rosie’s pussy. Ofanyonetouching Rosie’s pussy. Ofanyman touching Rosieanywhere. And I couldn’t hold myself back, I took her cheeks in my hands to make her pout.

“Is that what you want? Two guys? You want both me and Peter?”

She stuck her tongue out, drunk, teasing me.

“What if I did?” she managed to say.

I gripped her cheeks tighter, my whisky breaths growing ragged. My cock was hard, but my fire was raging. A heady combination.

“Is that really what you want?” I asked her. “You want Peter’s cock?”

“No,” she giggled, but I didn’t let her cheeks go. “I only want yours. Peter’s hot, but he’s got nothing on you. Not even close.”

“Peter’s hot?” I let her cheeks go, feeling the fire in my veins.

Her answer was cutely innocent. “Yeah, he’s lovely.”

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if Peter’shot.”

She saw the flames in my eyes, and my Lilith stirred in front of me. I saw her dancing with the idea of playing with me, just a little.

“Peter is hot, yeah.”

I let my demons run free, unbridled, swimming in the possessiveness I felt over my beautiful little flower.

“Think you could take two cocks, do you?” I ran my fingers up her thigh. “And how about my fist? I know Lola has been singing the praises of taking Peter’s big, rough hand in her cunt.”

Rosie’s eyes were alive. The minx set free.

“I could take whatever you gave me.”

“Let’s see about that.”

I slammed her back onto the table, and she spread her legs as my hands roved over her. I tugged her dress and bra down to free her pretty tits, and she arched as I took one of her nipples in my teeth, sucking hard.

“Yes…” she said. “More…”

I gave her more. I nipped, and sucked and used her tits until she was bruising with love bites, marking her. Claiming her. My fingers worked her clit through her wet panties, and she was a needy bitch, spurred on by her dirty friend.

“You’d better stay right fucking there,” I told her as she came close to coming, my voice low.Possessive.

I marched to the bedroom and grabbed a selection of toys and lube, frantic. My blood was pumping when I got back to the table, dumping the toys next to her before I tore her free of her clothes. And then I wasted no time. I squirted a whole load of lube on the biggest dildo, and she hitched her legs up as I rubbed the head up and down her slit.

“Do it…” she hissed. “Fuck me, hard. Make me fucking take it.”

Jesus Christ!

I slammed it inside her in one, twisting it to make it strain, and she whimpered, tipping her head back and gripping the top of the table behind her head. I couldn’t hold back, consumed by the sight of her pussy taking the pounding. I imagined it as Peter’s cock, and it drove me into a frenzy. I slammed her so hard she was crying out, but she was urging me on.Harder, harder…

“Let’s see if you can really take it, you dirty little slut,” I said, keeping the dildo rammed tight in her pussy as I freed my cock from my pants.