"More?" She wanted to shake her head at him. Rosalie doubted he was going to get more from her, but then again, who knew? With her husband, she was never sure. She tried to think more on it, but then the table broke underneath them and Emmett's entire weight threatened to crush her. She turned her head to look at him and pressed herself back against his cock as he continued to break the rest of the table apart from under her with every move.
"Fuck."
She shut her eyes and her head tilted back towards her husband. He wanted more? Fine. Rosalie lifted her legs until they were spread further apart, then twisted them so they were wrapped around Emmett's, holding him in place.
"Fuck."
A hand reached for a nearby chair that had managed to survive the fall, and it was crushed in one squeeze that was just as tight as her muscles around him as she came again.