Page 48 of Tangled at the Root
“How many people have fucked you with this, Rosemary?” The question is dark, possessive. Almost angry, like if I so much asmention a name, she’d be leaving this bed come hell or high water to rip that person to shreds.
“No one,” I answer breathlessly.
The thin slits of her pupils go round and wide when she no doubt senses my honesty, nearly swallowing up the entire eye. “Only me, huh?” She begins rubbing it against my opening.
“Only you,” I gasp, needily rocking my hips, trying to get her to push it inside.
She doesn’t give in, relentlessly teasing me. “It’s going to stay that way, isn’t it?” It doesn’t exactly sound like a question, but I answer anyway.
“Yes, yes, only you. Only ever you.Genevieve.” She’s finally sliding the toy inside me. Our eyes are locked as I open up for her, my hands fisting the sheets. “What about you?” I ask before all thoughts leave my head. “You mentioned toys—plural.” I sound just as possessive, just as angry.
I expect her to smirk, to tease me again, but her expression is serious when she says, “No one. There’s been no one else.”
“Only me.” My heart hurts.
“Only ever you,” she echoes.
“Genevieve,” I whimper, but I meanI love you.
“Rosemary,” she responds, but I know she meansI love you,too.
Tears fill my eyes when she lets go of the toy at the same time that it begins to move. Her gaze drops, her mouth parting as she watches herself fuck me.
“Fuck.” The word is long, drawn out. Her hands land on my thighs, holding me open, forcing me to stay still while she fucks me. “Holy shit.”
“Oh God.” I slide a hand between my legs.
“Fuck yeah. Touch yourself. Let me see.”
I stroke my clit in time with her thrusts, clenching greedily around the toy, my gaze focused on her inhuman face, on howintensely those six eyes are staring at my pussy, at my slick, working fingertips. She keeps changing the angle, the depth and the speed, until—
“Rightthere,” I sob, my hips lifting, toes curling. “Oh fuck, right there, right fucking there—just like that, just like that, oh fuck,please—”
“Fuck, Rosemary,” she moans, abruptly letting go of my thighs and leaning back, spreading her own legs and reaching between them. “Shit, shit,” she gasps, stroking herself in time with the toy’s thrusts, her eyes burning into me.
I remove my hand and grip the sheets tight in my fists, my feet digging into the mattress, legs spread wide as I do nothing but take it. It makes it hotter, me trying to stay still—makes meburn.
The plastic changes shape at Genevieve’s command, a protrusion extending from the top until I have something stiff and firm rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
“Genevieve!” I shout, my pussy clamping down hard. The toy expands inside me, filling me up to the absolute brim. I collapse back onto the mattress, my hips rocking, helpless whimpers escaping my lips.
“Fucking Christ,” she snaps, and she’s moving suddenly. She hooks her muscular left thigh over my right, sliding a hand underneath my left knee and shoving that thigh up until it’s almost pressed to my chest. She straddles me like that, then tilts her hips so she has her pussy pressed against the end of the still thrusting toy, then begins rutting into me like an animal.
“Genevieve.” Itlookslike she’s fucking me. She buries the toy completely to the hilt with each thrust, her pussy grinding against mine for one electric moment before she pulls out to do it all over again. I’m going to come. “Fuck! Fuck!Fuck!”
“FuckingChrist,” she sobs again, her hips slamming against mine, perfectly matching the strokes of the toy. She’s just as wet, our bodies making a delightfully filthy noise every time our hipsslap together. Fuck, I’m going tocome. “You’re so fucking good,” she praises, her thrusts unrelenting, her strokes so smooth and so deep my eyes roll back into my skull. “So fucking beautiful. Come on. Come for me, omemi.” She grinds the toy in hard and deep.
I go completely silent when I come, squirting hard. The only thing that keeps the toy inside me is the pressure of Genevieve’s body on top of mine. I claw at the sheets as my cunt clenches and spills, out of my mind with it.
Genevieve makes the most sinfully sexy noise I’ve ever heard as she comes, grinding her hips, her pussy and clit sliding hot and slick against mine, making me keen with aftershocks, my hips jerking.
I’m sobbing when I get my breath back, trembling uncontrollably. I whine when Genevieve eases the toy out of me, throwing it to the end of the mattress. She crawls until she collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and breathing hard. She’s shaking just as much as I am.
When she leans up to kiss me, her features are back to the human form I know most intimately, though her dark brown irises seem twice as big, with only a hint of sclera peeking out from the edges.
“Omemi,” I whisper, and she kisses, and kisses, and kisses me.
14: IT’S NOT HUMAN
