Page 134 of Burn Like An Angel

“Is that all you’ve got?”

“Fuck no. I’m dying to fill this sweet pussy, but I need to prep you first.” His heated gaze flashes to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I suppress a smirk. The eyeful I got of his package in the bathroom was intriguing. He’s far bigger than any man I’ve beenwith, matching his stacked height. Part of me wants to push my own limits.

“I want you to come for me, Rip.” His fingers pump into me, hard and fast. “I’m begging you to give me an orgasm. Cover my hand in your juices.”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You like that, huh? When I beg on my knees?”

Squirming, I ride the hand driving me wild in time to his ministrations. My climax is approaching, making my skin tighten and tingle like I’ve been wired with electrodes.

“God, Nox. I like it.”

“What if I beg to throw you on the bed and spread your legs wide open so I can see your glistening, pink cunt?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck. Yes.”

“And what if I beg to sink my cock inside you and stretch this tight little cunt to breaking point?”

“P-Please.”

My vision swims, an electrifying wave washing over me. His dirty words are heightening my arousal to the point of being overwhelmed. I’m going to explode if he keeps going.

“And what if I beg to fill every inch of your spent pussy with my seed? Just so I can see it dripping out of you and trailing down your legs?”

All it takes is a final thrust and I’m erupting all over his hand. My orgasm hits all at once, core spasming and body trembling. I dig my nails into his shoulder, riding out the wave.

Removing his hand, Lennox ensures I’m watching as he slowly sucks each soaked digit, just like he did to mine. His expression is downright predatory. I wonder if I’ll even survive his begging.

“Such a perfect girl,” he croons. “May I stand up now? I’d like to do everything I just said and more.”

Christ.

Everything clenches tight.

“You may,” I pant, my heart galloping. “Take me to your bedroom. Right now.”

Finding his feet, Lennox sweeps me into his arms. I grunt when I’m tossed over his shoulder, the pain flaring through my stiff body only serving to heighten my arousal.

His palm smacks against my bare ass as I’m carried from the bathroom to the room he’s sharing with Xander. The king-sized bed has been neatly made. God forbid the iceman ever leaves a single thing out of place.

As soon as he places me on the mattress, he’s yanking his t-shirt off. I lay back, thighs pressed together to alleviate the intense pressure his words have created.

Naked Lennox is a sight to behold. Barrel chest carved with stacked muscles, his abdominals, pecs and shoulders resemble chiselled marble. Unlike Xander, his skin is bronzed and smattered with dark hair, a trail leading into his sweats.

“Spread your legs, baby. Show me everything.”

I follow his instructions, spreading myself wide open so I’m utterly on display. Lennox’s piercing attention scours over me, drinking in the view as he strips off the rest of his clothes.

The faintest crack of doubt inches in at the sight of him. As I remembered, he’s fucking huge. His shaft is thick and girthy. I’m doubting whether he’ll even fit.

Lennox fists his cock, slowly pumping it. “Don’t look so scared, Rip.”

I squirm on the bed. “Are you going to hold me in suspense?”

Prowling closer, he kneels on the bed above me. The anticipation is heady. I wasn’t ready to give myself to Lennox before, but now I want him to take everything. All I have left to give.

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