She was struggling to make ends meet.
And even though I didn’t know her and she probably hated me at this point, I wanted to help her.
I didn’t know where it came from. I couldn’t understand what had suddenly transformed me into a bleeding heart. I definitely hadn’t experienced the same sentiments about someone else before.
I gripped her arms tightly and she stared up at me with a look on her face that intended murder. She despised me with every fiber of her being and I wanted to know why.
“Look,” I said, calming myself. I let her go and she stumbled backwards. “Why don’t we sit down and have a conversation about this? You can tell me exactly why you don’t want my help,” I said.
Maybe I hadn’t thought those words through. I said the first thing that came to my mind.
Rosalie’s brows furrowed. Her eyes darted around the apartment.
“Help? Why would you want to help me? With what? What is that supposed to mean?” she hissed.
“Scratch that. I meant, why are you so opposed to my presence in your life?”
Her nostrils flared. I saw the redness of rage rising up her neck. If she was mad before—it was nothing compared to the anger I saw in her eyes now.
“You think you need to help me? Just because you came to my aid last night? Which any decent human being should have done.”
“And yet, I was the only one in a bar full of people,” I said.
Rosalie shook her head. “So what do you want me to do? Fall on my knees and worship you? Declare you a saint?”
Her lips trembled and I couldn’t tell if she was about to burst into tears or a scream.
“I think I know exactly why you’re here,” she hissed. I knew it wasn’t going to be good—whatever she was about to say. “You came looking for me because you think I owe you. Because you came to my rescue last night. Because you…made me…you made me feel good.” Her lips continued to tremble. “You want what is owed to you.”
I had enough. This wasn’t going anywhere. I closed the gap between us and grabbed her hip, pulling her to me again.
“You’re right about that. And you better make good on what you owe,” I growled.
She sprang at me before I knew what she was going to do. I wasn’t expecting that. I had my hands on her hips and she lunged at me. So hard that I nearly fell back, but her lips pressed into mine and she kissed me hungrily.
I kissed her back, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
It was like her personality had suddenly flipped a switch. She went from being raging mad at me to finding me irresistible. Her hands were all over me, pushing in under my shirt. Her fingers trembled as she discovered the shape of my muscles. Then her hands traveled down, way down inside my pants until she cupped my balls.
My cock throbbed. I hungered for her too.
When she pulled her mouth away from mine, I noticed how her lips were swollen and red. She looked more beautiful now with her bee-stung lips and tousled hair than she had ever looked before.
Her hands fumbled with my belt and zip, then she pushed my pants down.
“Is this what you want?” she asked, yanking herself away from me.
I clenched my jaws, trying to rein in my desire for her, while she knelt down in front of me.
She held my cock in her hand, hovering her face right in front of it. I was ready to plunge straight into her, feel the tightness and moistness of her mouth around me.
“Yeah, this is exactly what I want,” I growled as she opened her mouth.
I saw her pink tongue right before she licked the tip of my wet cock. I was so hard I thought my cock would explode. Then she took me in her mouth. Her eyes were still on me, boring a hole into me.
She started bobbing her head back and forth, taking my cock deep down her throat. She fondled my balls with her other hand, squeezing and caressing gently.
I had my hands on the back of her head, guiding her and pushing myself deeper inside her. This felt amazing. This was fuckin’ hot. I didn’t care anymore if she hated me. The only thing I cared about was coming inside her. I was about to explode.
She licked and sucked, taking my cock deep down her throat. Her eyes watered from the way my cock filled her mouth. Maybe I was too big for her, but she wasn’t complaining. She sat there on her knees like a good girl and took my big cock as far in as she could.
Then I came. I pulled out of her with a jerk, stroking myself hard while I splattered my cum right there on her face. It dribbled down her chin and neck and she stared up at me with her big blue eyes.
A faint smile spread on her face, but it didn’t last long.
Rosalie sprang up on her feet and rushed to the kitchen to grab a towel.
It was over too quickly.
Rosalie returned a few moments later. She’d wiped every last evidence of me from her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes were bright. She looked like someone who was guilty of having committed a crime.
“I hope that satisfies you,” she said, crossing her arms over her perfect tits. I couldn’t look away from her.
Those tiny shorts she was wearing made a big show of her long slender legs. I needed them wrapped around my neck. I needed to taste her pussy.
“Yes, that was very satisfactory,” I replied. I was in the middle of zipping up my pants.
“So you can leave now and we won’t have to see each other again,” she said.
What was with this chick?
“I still want an explanation from you.”
“An explanation for what?” she snapped.
“For why
