ROSETTE’S POV
His tongue found my c**t and circled it, once, twice, before his lips closed around it and sucked.
I screamed. Actually screamed, the sound ripping out of my throat without my permission, echoing off the walls of my penthouse.
“That’s it.” He pulled back just long enough to speak, his breath hot against my soaked flesh. “Scream for me. Let them hear you. Let everyone know who you belong to.”
Then his mouth was back, hungrier than before, tongue pushing inside me while his nose rubbed against my c**t.
He f****d me with his tongue, in and out, in and out, and I was sobbing now, actually sobbing, tears streaming down my face as the pleasure built to something unbearable.
“Please—” I didn’t know what I was begging for. More. Less. Something.
He gave me more.
Two fingers p
