Bloody Rose

chap 5

Cheyenne's POV:

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After breakfast, Ronnie and I headed to the mall with some of my friends. Ronnie wasn't there to hang out, unfortunately; she was there to be my bodyguard.

As we strolled through the crowded corridors, Ronnie's presence provided a sense of security. Her discreet glances and subtle positioning kept me safe without drawing attention.

I excused myself to visit the bathroom, and Ronnie stood up, following me without a word.

We entered the bathroom, and I scanned the area, ensuring we were alone. The coast was clear.

I grasped Ronnie's arm, pulling her into a stall. My lips crashed into hers, and I moaned softly.

Ronnie's eyes sparkled with surprise, but she quickly deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced, sending shivers down my spine.

The stall's confinement amplified our intimacy. Ronnie's hands roamed my body, rekindling the flames of our passion.

For a moment, the mall, my friends, and the world outside faded away. All that mattered was Ronnie's touch, her taste, and her love.

As we broke apart, gasping for air, Ronnie's smile mesmerized me.

"Miss me?" she whispered.

I nodded, my cheeks flushing.

Ronnie's eyes crinkled. "Missed you too."

We shared another fleeting kiss before exiting the stall, hands entwined.

My friends, oblivious to our brief tryst, greeted us with smiles.

"Ready to hit the stores?" one asked.

I grinned, squeezing Ronnie's hand.

"Let's go."

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Ronnie's POV:

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"This girl is going to be the death of me," I thought, chuckling to myself as we navigated from store to store. Cheyenne's enthusiasm was infectious, and her smile could light up an entire mall.

She handed me bags filled with her purchases, and I obligingly carried them, happy to be her pack mule.

At the food court, we settled into a cozy table, surrounded by the hum of conversation and clinking utensils. Cheyenne chose a salad, while I opted for a juicy burger.

As we ate, I discreetly placed my hand on her leg under the table. My fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Cheyenne's eyes met mine, sparkling with amusement. She didn't pull away, instead, she leaned into my touch.

I softly rubbed her leg, my thumb tracing gentle circles. The subtle intimacy was exhilarating.

No one around us noticed, lost in their own conversations. Our secret moment remained hidden, a private connection amidst the bustle.

As we finished our meal, Cheyenne's hand covered mine, her fingers intertwining with mine.

"Thanks for today," she whispered.

"My pleasure," I replied.

Our gazes locked, and for an instant, the world around us melted away.

"Want dessert?" I asked.

Cheyenne's grin was all the answer I needed.

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Cheyenne's POV:

I was really craving those cinnamon rolls when Ronnie's hand touched my leg. My body responded, craving her touch more. I leaned my leg closer, our gazes meeting.

We shared a moment, the connection between us palpable.

Then Ronnie asked, "Want dessert?"

My heart skipped a beat. The question was innocent, but my mind raced with possibilities.

I flashed a hungry grin, my eyes locking onto hers.

Ronnie's eyebrows raised, her expression playful.

"Dessert, or something else?" she whispered.

My pulse quickened. How did she know exactly what I was thinking?

"I think we can find something sweet," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ronnie's smile grew, her hand inching higher on my leg.

The world around us melted away, leaving only the promise of indulgence.

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Ronnie's POV:

I gave a sly smile as I slowly inched my hand closer up her leg, her sweet spot beckoning. Public or not, I couldn't resist.

Cheyenne's eyes sparkled, her breathing quickening.

I flashed another sly grin, took her hand, and swiftly guided her to my truck.

One thing consumed my mind: reclaiming her, hearing her sweet begs and cries for more.

We reached the truck, and I opened the door, ushering her in.

"Ronnie," she whispered.

"Shh," I whispered back.

As we drove, my hand found its way back to her leg.

We arrived at my place, the tension palpable.

I pulled her close.

"Mine," I whispered.

Cheyenne's lips parted.

Our mouths met.

The world outside receded.

In that moment, only we existed.

I leaned my seat back as I undid my jeans and slipped out my 11in cock out the slit of my jeans and gives her a shy yet cocky grin . " hope it's not to big then again this isn't the first time you've had it inside you " I chuckled at myself as I watched her head go down between my legs as she starts to Bob her head on my cock . I leaned my head back as I moan my body started to backle as my eyes rolled back as she works her magic on my shaft.  In one quick movement I pull her off my cock slip her panties aside and ram get down on my cock as a loud sexually hungry scream slipped from her mouth " AHH FUCK YES " she started to bounce and grind on me as I lifted her shirt a bit and started suckling on her perky B cup boob as I claw her ass with my free hand . She continued to bounce and grind on my cock slowly inching us closer and closer to our climax.  When finally after an hour . Our heads leaned back in a loud scream as we both came at the same time me shooting a huge load into her pussy and her squirting all over my cock
She slipped herself off me, her gentle movement a subtle signal that our intimate moment had come to a close.

"Time to get back, I guess," I said, smiling wistfully.

Cheyenne nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding.

She quickly shot a text to her friends, letting them know she was heading home.

"Ready?" I asked.

Cheyenne nodded, and we headed out.

The drive home was filled with comfortable silence, our hands intertwined.

As we pulled up to her place, Cheyenne turned to me.

"Tonight was amazing," she whispered.

I smiled. "Definitely was."

We shared a soft kiss.

"Get some rest," I said.

Cheyenne smiled. "You too."

With one last glance, she slipped out of the truck and into her home.

I watched her go, feeling grateful for this connection we shared.