Friends | Rosa&Topher
Whatever was going through Tohper’s mind, while being a mystery to Rosa, was clearly about torturing her in some way. Mercilessly he kept going, fucking her raw as he nails dug into his sides and her eyes watered, back still arching as he hit deep within her. She could hardly breathe, let alone comment, but he felt so good inside of her that though she was thoroughly spent, she never wanted him to stop. “Topher!” she cried, panting heavier as he head fell backwards and eyes clamped shut. She called his name over and over in whining tones, feeling him deep as her walls throbbed and clenched to his thickness. He pounded harder without ever losing rhythm, making is wish for her to come again all to easy. As he picked up pace, her body convulsed on the brink of ecstasy. his rough hands on her body tipped the iceberg, and made her body feel like one large nerve ending as she tightened around him again before a flood shot out from her core.
Rosa’s limbs fell apart like wet noodles, losing all control of herself and unable to keep them up anymore. Her loud moans echoed the room as he leg and hand fell from his waist, chest heaving as she came undone as her ordered her to. He must have been very pleased with himself for doing what no man had before. Rosa was panting beneath him, the joy on her face easily read as she used all her strength to claw at Topher’s chest, moving her hands upwards to around his neck. She raised herself to his lips as her body relaxed around him, the sheets below them soaked, and pressed her lips to his, parting them to run her tongue over his lips. “Now you come,” she husked, a broad smile on her face as she pressed her lips firmly to his. “I wanna feel you.” she panted.
Topher could barely contain himself at her reactions to his touches. He groaned and growled as he watched her come undone, eyes unashamedly scanning her body, taking in the light sheen of perspiration that covered her torso and face, the way her body was trembling from pleasure, hearing her frantic cries of his name, the feeling of the damp sheets beneath them from her second orgasm... and it was all because of him. He was achingly hard but for a change he was all too immersed in her orgasm than thinking of his own. That was, until, he felt Rosa's hands travelling up his body, her nails scrabbling at his chest and neck, sparking something deep within him. He very nearly growled and was about to raise a hand to pin her hands back down to fight for dominance when she whispered something onto his lips. Now you come. And then she kissed him. He stilled for a moment, his mind ticking, the clogs in his brain whirring as he tried to work out what was happening. She was giving him an order? Was it an order though? And... she had kissed him. Taking him by complete surprise. She had initiated it... Clenching his jaw Topher was doing his best to work out what to do when she said the words that cleared his mind. I wanna feel you.
Swallowing thickly, his jaw still clenched, he knew what to do, so he leaned in to return her kiss at last, tasting the beads of sweat that had perspired on her upper lip. He turned her head to the side, his hand threading it's way into her hair before grabbing a handful of the dark black strands to hold onto, whilst his other hand gripped her hip tightly as he started to fuck her again, panting like an animal in heat. It didn't take long before the feeling of her warm, tight wet walls clenching around him as he took his pleasure from her finished him off. He let out a deep, resonating groan as he reached his orgasm, spilling into her, filling her up, marking her as his, whilst his knuckles tightened as he gripped her hair. All control was truly lost by this point; all he knew was that Rosa was his now. He would be her master, pleasure her, train her. Own her.
Finally after coming down from his high, he exhaled slowly, letting go of her hair, his hand coming down instead to wrap around her slender neck. Not tightly, not even firmly, just letting his hands and fingers rest over the soft skin there, before he pushed her down and laid over her, not even pulling out of her yet. "Stay," he said, voice hoarse from his growls, groans and other vocal displays of pleasure, but the order was certainly there. He didn't know what he'd do if she tried to move. Tie her down? Lock her up? He'd never had to think of that before. He frowned and closed his eyes, burying his head in her breasts, taking in the smell of sex and of Rosa. His Rosa. His Rose.




















