Chapter 174: Different Position**

A/N: The earlier Chapter has been fixed, so kindly read it before continuing with this one!

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Rose slathered his cock with saliva, moaning in a low, continuous voice as her head bobbed. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet space between them.

Strings of spit clung to her lips and trailed down his shaft whenever she pulled back for air.

"Hubby fuck Rose~"

The broken request came out thick and needy.

Fredrinn did not delay any longer.

He smirked and slowly pulled his pinky out of her asshole. The tight ring of muscle clung to the small finger for a second before releasing it with a soft, wet sound.

He dragged the same finger downward, running it along the soaked folds of her cunt and spreading the slickness there.

"I will keep using your asshole till you’re ready to take my cock in it, Rose."

He leaned down and whispered the promise against her ear while pressing the rock-hard tip of his cock against her pussy. The blunt head slid easily through the wetness, resting right at her entrance without pushing in yet.

He leaned down and whispered the promise against her ear while pressing the rock-hard tip of his cock against her pussy. The blunt head slid easily through the wetness, resting right at her entrance without pushing in yet.

Rose shivered hard at both the words and the contact. She nodded quickly, almost frantically with a tinge of pleasure and anticipation.

"Y-Yes, hubby~ My body’s yours~"

Her voice sounded seductive, her words triggering several alarms of lust inside his head.

’Haah... No wonder she’s a succubus. She really knows how to drive a man crazy.’

Fredrinn thought the words inwardly but did not bother voicing them. In his opinion, speaking was mostly worthless.

The only thing that truly mattered was action, and he intended to prove the depth of his lust toward her through action alone.

Rose was currently in a loose missionary position mainly because of how they had been tangled earlier. Fredrinn wanted something different this time.

He glanced around the hotel room—at the scattered clothes, the sleeping forms of Andrea and Jenny, the plain furniture—but nothing in particular caught his interest for use.

An idea still formed.

Just as Rose was bracing herself to take him inside and begin draining his stamina in earnest—already imagining herself the victor of their small private war—Fredrinn suddenly retreated.

His cock left the warm cradle of her folds. The loss made her blink in open confusion.

After all, she may have admitted a temporary defeat earlier because of the finger in her ass, but she had no intention of losing every round.

"Hubby?"

She tilted her head, pink hearty eyes still hazy with lust, not understanding why he had moved away instead of thrusting in.

"Stand up."

The order was simple and calm.

She remained confused but did not disobey. She swiftly shifted her body off the bed. Her full tits and soft ass jiggled with the movement, the sight only making Fredrinn harder.

Before she could straighten completely upright, he grabbed her forearm and pushed her forward again—still standing, but bent over the edge of the mattress.

Her upper body fell toward the bed. She caught herself on her arms, elbows locked, while her feet remained planted on the floor.

The position looked similar to the one Jenny had taken earlier, except Rose was standing and he stood behind her instead of both of them kneeling on the mattress.

Rose’s pussy twitched the moment she felt the weight of his intense gaze traveling over her bent-over body. A slow smile crept onto her lips when she registered the raw desire in that stare.

The open hunger served as a potent ego boost—enough that the earlier resistance to the idea of taking him in her ass softened a little further.

The moment that thought fully formed, she waved it away. There was no realistic way she would survive if he forced his full size into that delicate hole right now.

The only path she could imagine was slow, deliberate preparation: starting with the pinky as he had done, then progressing to her own middle finger, then two fingers, then three, and only much later his cock. That kind of training could not be finished in a single night.

While Rose’s mind drifted through practical plans for eventual submission, Fredrinn was focused entirely on the perfect figure bent in front of him.

The long line of her spine, the flare of her hips, the soft give of her ass cheeks, the glistening folds of her pussy fully exposed and slightly open from earlier attention—all of it held his attention.

She did not tremble or try to shift out of the position he had placed her in. She simply waited, obedient and open.

His cock hardened further at the quiet display of affection and diligence. Without any more delay he settled both hands on her waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

"Rose, I am thrusting in."

He whispered the warning, then rolled his hips forward in one smooth, powerful motion.

All of his cock pushed into her fertile, wet, slightly cooler folds in a single thrust.

Her walls stretched wide around him, hot and slick, fluttering hard at the sudden complete fullness. The wet sound of their joining was loud in the quiet room. Rose’s arms shook against the mattress.

A long, broken moan spilled from her throat as she took every inch to the root.

Fredrinn held himself fully buried for a moment, breathing deeply against the back of her neck, letting her feel the heavy pulse of him deep inside. The earlier teasing, the pinky, the orders—all of it had led to this.

Her body was his for the taking, and he intended to use it thoroughly.