✨ Rose — Goddess Fantasy ✨
Title: Golden Flames Rose’s golden hair cascaded over her bare shoulders as she sipped her cocktail, her emerald eyes locked on the towering figure by the bar. Her boyfriend, Jake—a wiry, anxious guy with a nervous smile—adjusted his tie, sensing her intent. Tonight was his choice, she reminded herself. “Like the view?” she purred, fingering her sequined dress. Jake’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he glanced at Tyrone—6’5”, built like a Greek god, his dark skin glistening under the disco ball. “You sure you want this?” he whispered. Rose batted her lashes. “We both do.” Tyrone caught her gaze, smirking as he sauntered over, his biceps flexing with each step. “You’re bold, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice a deep bass that vibrated through her. Jake stiffened, fists clenching, but Rose squeezed his thigh. Let it burn. In the shadowed corner, Tyrone’s hands framed Rose’s face, his thumb brushing her lip. “You want me to break you?” He already knew the answer. Rose unzipped his jeans, freeing his thick, veined cock, and lowered herself onto her knees. Jake inhaled sharply as she took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head. “Watch,” Rose ordered, rising to her feet and dragging Jake to the floor. Tyrone loomed over her, his palms gripping her hips as he pushed inside, filling her to the hilt. “So tight,” he growled. Rose moaned, arching her back, her ass wiggling temptingly close to Jake. “Your turn,” she hissed, guiding Jake’s face to his prize. He hesitated, then swallowed Tyrone’s cock with a shudder, the dual pleasure of his own erection in Rose’s grip nearly making him choke. “Faster,” Rose demanded, riding Tyrone’s hips as Jake sucked harder. The room throbbed with their cries—Tyrone’s growls, Rose’s whimpers, Jake’s ragged breaths. When Rose climaxed, her walls milking Tyrone’s cock, Jake’s cum spattered against Tyrone’s abs, the three collapsing into a sweaty tangle. Forbidden heat, just the way she liked it.