Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
My chest squeezes. This guy is too good to be true. I snag it from him and open it, rolling it over his thick member. I lift my hips up over him and lower myself onto his cock, taking him inch by inch. He’s so big, it takes me a moment to adjust, but then I start rocking my hips slowly. His gaze grows heavy-lidded, traveling over my body with hunger. He grips my hips and starts pulling me over his cock.
“Ah, I see,” I tease. “You let me lead for about fifteen seconds.”
He shakes his head. “Fire,” is the only word he says before he rolls and pins me beneath him.
I giggle as he wrestles my wrists down beside my head.
“Are you getting sassy with me, little girl?”
I buck my hips because he’s not moving and I need more.
He pulls back and shoves in hard, like it’s a punishment. “Hmm?”
“What are you going to do about it?” I dare, loving this game. My nipples are hard points, brushing against his chest, pussy pulses around his cock.
To my chagrin, he pulls out.
“Hey!” I sit up.
He pushes me back down and lifts my ankles in the air. I think he’s going for the plow position for sex, but instead he starts spanking me.
Oh God. It’s so delicious. The position pushes my lady parts out, so he slaps my pussy and my butt at the same time.
I buck, flexing my legs and reaching to cover, even though I love every minute of it.
“Are you gonna be good?” he rumbles.
I shake my head no.
A warm and affectionate smile creases his face. He kisses the inside of my ankle.
He grips the fronts of my thighs and slides me toward him, then shoves into me. Despite my caterwauling, I like it way better when he’s on top.
He pounds into me, making sure I feel every muscle in his mammoth frame, every inch of his punishing cock. The bed slams against the wall over and over again, eliciting yells from the neighboring apartment.
I giggle and surrender, letting the sensations wash over me—pleasure mostly, a little pain.
It’s great to let him lead. In this one small place in my life, I don’t have to be perfect or in control. I don’t have to prove myself. In fact, he likes me naughty.
He reaches down and pinches one nipple, hard.
I arch up with a cry.
He covers my mouth with his hand. He covers my nose for a second and I panic. He immediately releases my nose. “Hold your breath.”
There’s no question in his words. It’s not a suggestion, only deep command, and I obey.
I hold my breath and watch him watching me. His brows are drawn down in concentration as he plows into me without a break.
Urgency blooms within me— the need to breathe twines with the need to come, and I suddenly understand what he’s doing.
The climax explodes out of me, stars dancing before my eyes. I suck in a breath as Blaze releases my mouth. I let out a wail of release as the bed dances against the wall, Blaze balling me with all he’s got.
My wail rises in pitch and then he shouts, too, one hand flying to the wall above me while he fucks me through his release and more.
I float into another universe, knowing nothing but the rhythm of my breath matched with Blaze’s, the mingled sweat of our bodies and the stillness in our sexual aftermath.
Blaze jerks, suddenly, pulling out. “What day is it?” he asks sharply. His eyes are on the clock beside my bed.
“Sunday.”
“Shit.” He climbs out of bed and starts pulling on his clothes. “I have to go. I have to help a friend move.”
He shoves his boots on and clomps for the door. “Sorry to run out like this. I hope... ah... it was good for you.”
I can’t answer because I’m too surprised, too disappointed.
He waves before he’s out the door and I pull a sheet up to cover myself, not that there’s anyone to see me. Just because I’ve never felt so naked. I stare through my empty apartment, my heart pounding.
He hopes it was good for me?
What the hell does that mean?
Wow. I know exactly what it means. It means I’m a kinky hookup.
Blaze has a life—friends to see. Stuff to do. I actually know nothing about the guy other than that he’s a captain at the fire station.
And why does it feel like he knows everything about me? Because I laid myself bare to him. Let him in, let him humble me.
I let things go way too fast. He was right about one thing—I was playing with fire.
And now it feels like I just got burned. No, not burned. I don’t have enough information to know to what extent I’ve been used. Or how far he intends for this to go.