The Rose He Killed novel Chapter 108

Chapter 97: 2AM-2

I pushed off the counter and went to the bathroom as I shut the bathroom door and turned the shower on full blast, hot water hitting my skin right away. Steam rose quickly. I stepped under it, one hand flat on the tile, and let the thought flood back-no holding it off anymore.

Her walking in early from that date. The way she looked at me, eyes dark and pissed and wanting. Me grabbing her, kissing her hard against the wall,

Then she dropped to her knees like she couldn’t wait another second. That was what I saw clearest now.

I wrapped my hand around my c**k-already stiff, thick, heavy just from the thought. Water ran down my chest, over my fist as I started stroking slowly at first, root to tip.

In my head she was right there on the floor in front of me again. Dress still on, hair messy from the wind outside. She looked up once-those eyes sharp, daring me-then parted her lips and took the head into her mouth. Warm and wet, tongue sliding flat along the underside right away.

I groaned low under the spray as my hands moved faster. She sucked slowly the first few times, lips tight around me, pulling back just enough to lick the slit, tasting the bead already leaking there. Then she went deeper-took more, cheeks hollowing as she slid down until I hit the back of her throat. I felt it all over again: the tight squeeze, the heat, the way her tongue kept working even when she was stuffed full.

My hips jerked forward into my fist now, matching the rhythm as water cascaded down my shoulders. I pictured her hand wrapping around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, twisting a little on the upstroke while she bobbed her head-fast now, wet sounds loud even over the shower.

She’d hummed once-vibration shooting straight through me-and I’d cursed her name, hand fisting in her hair but not pushing, just holding on while she sucked harder. Lips stretched wide. Spit slicking down my shaft, dripping off her chin.

She pulled off for a second, tongue dragging slowly from balls to tip, then swallowed me down again, deep, throat working around me like she wanted every inch.

Fuck. I stroked quicker-tight grip, thumb rubbing over the head every pass. Balls tight, pressure building fast.

In the memory she sped up-head moving faster, sucking harder, hand pumping in time. I’d felt it coming, and told her I was close. She didn’t pull away. Just took me deeper, throat squeezing as I came-thick pulses straight down her throat. She swallowed it all, kept sucking soft through the aftershocks until I was shaking, oversensitive, groaning her name like a plea.

That snapped it for me. Heat exploded low in my gut. I came hard-c**k jerking in my hand, thick spurts hitting the tile while my hips punched forward. “Bella” came out rough, low, almost lost in the water noise.

I kept stroking slowly through it, milking the last drops, legs unsteady. Water kept running. I stayed there breathing heavily, hand still wrapped around my softening c**k.

It wasn’t the same.

Not even close.

Chapter 97-24-2

+25 Points

That night she hadn’t gone down on me-she’d ridden me raw instead, taken what she wanted and walked

out

Still.

The thought of her mouth-those full lips, that wicked tongue, kept me hard again almost right away.

I turned off the water, dried off rough and walked to bed in the dark as I lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying her as she rode me, taking everything.

She’d done it before.

She could do it again.

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