RYAN
Rose turned in my arms, her wet hair hanging around her face. Her arms came between us and then gently wrapped around me. Her lips parted and her gaze darted down to my lips. I knew what she wanted, but I was still f*****g angry with her. She was a liar. To test a theory, pinching her chin between my fingers, I whispered, “I want to f**k you so hard and fast, making that p***y clench around my d**k like no man ever had before me. You’ll forget every f*****g man that came in your life, between your legs, before me.”
Her green eyes were huge pool of wonder and curiosity, her breaths turned shallow on hearing my dirty words. She panted against my mouth, her fingers digging into my back, trying to pull more closer to herself. And, I waited. I waited for her to tell me the truth. To com
