Naughty Match

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Previously On: Naughty Match

All too soon I pulled away. Rosie’s pretty, red mouth pouted in disappointment before I reached down to lift her up, wrapping her thick thighs around my waist and securing her place.

She laughed as I stalked out of the kitchen toward my bedroom. “What about my bagel?”

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NAUGHTY MATCH EPISODE 11…..

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As soon as I got her in my bed, I had to take a minute. Her creamy skin looked gorgeous against my dark sheets, and that damp hair fanned out perfectly along my pillowcase. I had no doubt

that her delicious scent was already soaking into my sheets and I loved it.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, Rosie.” I couldn’t help saying. I didn’t even mean it as a

compliment, more as a declaration of how much she owned me. I couldn’t believe this woman was in my life, in my goddamned bed.

She smiled. “Look who’s talking.”

“Nah.” I leaned down, lifting her tank top and kissing along her plush stomach. “I may be handsome, but I ain’t got a damn thing on you, sweetheart.”

I swiftly helped Rosie lift her tank over her head, revealing her gorgeous breasts to me for the first time. Two delicious handfuls topped with rosy pink nipples, hard and straining against the cool air of my bedroom. There was nothing I needed more in that moment than to get my mouth on them.

“Oh, God…” she moaned, her breath shaky as my lips surrounded one of her hardened nipples, my other hand softly plucking the other. “That feels so good, Dex.”

Her skin tasted delicious, I got a faint taste of whatever sweet body lotion she used after her shower. The taste, while a little tart, did nothing but turn me on. I suckled her areola before lightly biting down on her little nipple, making her gasp.

As I turned my attention to the other nipple, I couldn’t help but revel in how open and responsive she was with her pleasure.

She groaned and wiggled without abandon, letting her satisfaction at every touch be fully known. Rosie was totally unabashed in her pleasure during those moments, it was more than beautiful to behold.

My hands drifted down her soft body, making light work of her shorts before noticing she was bare underneath them.

“No panties?” I stated the obvious.

Rosie had the gall to blush before giving me a shy, knowing smile.

“Did you plan this?” I dropped another kiss on her belly, nipping lightly at the skin around her

inverted bellybutton. She squealed. “We’re you going to seduce me, Rosie?”

“I was.” Rosie’s voice sounded slightly impatient. “Until you ruined everything.”

I moved down the bed slightly. “I think it turned out for the best.”

Rosie’s pussy was as gorgeous as it had been earlier, her puffy lips swollen and glistening with her cream, separated slightly to reveal her darkened pink insides. The sight alone made my fucking mouth water. I ached to get her sweet, musky taste against my tongue again but my cock was steadily leaking in my pants, throbbing with the need to be inside her. I knew getting my mouth on her again would have to wait.

I slid two of my thick fingers inside her wet cunt, reveling in her tightness. I couldn’t help but lean down to lightly suckle at her clit, getting a little taste of her.

I continued my ministrations on her pussy for a bit, fucking into her with my fingers, getting her stretched and ready for me. When I slowly slid my fingers out of her, Rosie gasped and groaned disappointedly.

“Don’t worry, baby.” I worked out of my sleep pants and boxer briefs, pumping my hard cock with my hand a few times. “I’m about to make it all better.”

Slipping back in between her spread thighs, I took a second to squeeze the base of my cock. Just the sight of her, spread open under me, ready and eager for me to fuck her, had me ready come, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I had my fill of her.

And I wasn’t entirely confident that would happen anytime soon.

Dick in hand, I slid my cock between Rosie’s chubby pussy lips. Letting the tip kiss her flesh and coating myself in her juices before positioning myself at her tight entrance and slowly pushing

inside.

Her pussy was deliciously soft and silken, all too welcoming. She cried out as I began to move, pistoning in and out of her cunt at a slow, grueling pace. I didn’t want either of us to come yet, it was too soon. Rosie lifted her hips up off of the bed, fucking herself on my cock, signaling that the slow rhythm of my hips was annoying her.

I smirked. “This not good enough for you, sweetheart?”

Rosie growled, the sound cute and foreign coming from her swollen lips, before she whined. “I need you to fuck me, Dex.”

As always, I could deny her nothing.

I settled onto my knees, placing my hands underneath hers on either side of me before lifting them. Bending Rosie’s body almost in half and opening her pussy up for me even more before I sped up, driving my cock into her deep and hard.

Rosie cried out, her eyes closed tightly as her hands grasped at the dark sheets below her. She looked so fucking good spread out underneath me, taking my dick like a goddamned pro. Those

gorgeous tits bouncing deliciously in time with my every thrust and her red pussy stretched out, her walls clinging to my cock every time I left her, coating my hardness in her cream.

“You feel so fucking good.” I couldn’t help but compliment her. “You’re so good at taking my dick, baby.”

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Her words seemed to escape her but her pussy tightened even more around me, causing my movements to stutter a bit.

I growled. “Hold your legs up.”

With my hands free, I leaned down, latching onto Rosie’s neck with my mouth, sucking passion marks into her skin while my hands went to grasp her hips. I fucked her brutally, seeking my own pleasure and demanding hers.

“Fuck me!” Rosie pleaded, begging me not to stop every few seconds.

As if I ever could.

I leaned back again, looking down at her pleasure- reddened skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. I could hardly take it. Her pussy felt so fucking good. Too fucking good.

I needed to come. But I needed her to pop off first.

“Play with your clit, Rosie.” She followed my command, immediately reaching down to rub her dainty fingers against her hard, glistening clit. The sight of it gave me pause.

She looked so fucking gorgeous playing with her own pussy, I could have spent hours watching Rosie take gratification in her own touch. And I would one day, just not right now.

“C’mon, baby. Come all over my dick. Let me feel it.”

A few more pointed thrusts and I felt Rosie come apart underneath me. Her delicious cunt contracting wetly around me, as her orgasm crashed through her. That gorgeous body of hers wracked with shivers.

I followed not long after, my dick pulsing inside of her still orgasming pussy, shooting my come into her, making her wet and sloppy with me.

I stayed inside of her for a beat longer, letting our oversensitive bodies calm down before slowly pulling out. Loving the sight of my cream escaping her fucked out slit. Completely unconcerned, for the moment, that it was there at all.

I could think of nothing but the fact that I was so intensely, epically in love with her.

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Rosie

I loved him.

It was a ridiculous notion, I barely knew the man a few weeks, but the way my heart swelled and soared at the very brush of his fingers and the way his mere presence filled me with a joy that I hadn’t felt since my mother was alive made my feelings obvious to me.

I loved Dexter Quinn. It was foolish and premature and entirely ridiculous but I did. No amount of denial would change that.

Reaching down to touch between my thighs, I felt the evidence of him still lingering there,

coating the insides of my legs and on the lips of my pussy. The feeling, while completely foreign, wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, I liked it. I liked that he had marked me in that way. It made me feel

like what we had was somehow permanent.

I knew logically that I shouldn’t have let him come inside me. Dex and I hadn’t been engaged in a long- term relationship with each other, nor had we discussed our sexual histories with much depth. It was completely stupid of me, and him for that matter, to forgo protection. It seemed all aspects of logical thought went out of the window when he was near me.

I had never been in love before, I never had the chance to be. Not in the all- girls boarding schools I was forced into during my adolescence and certainly not with Daniel Bennett. Of course I had crushes before. On boys and men who were just unattainable enough for me to fantasize about but never have to worry about actually falling for. But romantic love was completely foreign to me; it was something I read about in books, saw in movies, even noticed on the faces of those around me, but it never had a place in my life.

My purpose had always been clear; get enough of an education to appear intelligent, lure in some rich, well- connected man and leave any feelings I had behind as I became the perfect trophy wife.

Love had never been a factor or an option.

Dex snuck into my world, with all of his passion and laughter, and completely obliterated everything I thought I knew about how life was supposed to be. Even still, there wasn’t a single part of me that didn’t want to thank him for it.

As Dex drifted off to sleep beside me, I stared down at his handsome face. His long, dark eyelashes resting against his lightly tanned cheeks, his strong, bare chest rising and falling rhythmically with his deep breaths.

He was so damned gorgeous I could hardly believe he was real.

But he was. He was real, and raw, and mine.

And I was his too.

The next morning, after a couple hours of being generally useless and fooling around, Dex and I were enjoying a couple bowls of cereal when I got a text from Nora.