Page 58 of Burn for Me

I open my mouth, wanting to know every one of these horrifying things he went through so that I can share the burden. But, he takes the opportunity to shove his dick so far to the back of my throat that my nails dig into his skin, and my throat constricts around the sheer size, trying to infiltrate.

He pulls back, allowing me to catch my breath as I struggle to keep my bleary vision on him. It feels like I'm staring at a monster. His once-slicked-back hair now falls over his brows as his mouth parts and his brows furrow.

It's addicting.

I push my head up from the ledge, urging him to keep going, and he slides his hand under my nape, making my hair tangle between his fingers. He pushes back forward but slower this time. As if he’s savoring the way I curl my tongue along his shaft and let my jaw go slack for him.

“I never knew I’d need someone like this.” He huffs as he holds steady. His cock swells, refusing me air.

“I always thought I’d live happily with the faces that haunt me, but having your voice replace all others is almost calming.” He groans, pulling back again, and I greedily suck in air through my nose. He rocks slowly, his taste embedding its way into my tongue, and I swallow against his tip when it hits the back.

“It’s not as good as how much of a whore you are for me, though,” He hisses as his hips snap forward, making me gag. All blood rushes to my head, and my lip burns from the friction he creates against the wound. I expect his focus to stray to the drop below as he uses my throat like it’s his toy, but with each rigid vein that rolls against my tongue, his eyes stay hooded and locked onto mine.

“Catch your breath while you can.” He huffs as he releases my hair to grip his shaft. I can't help but stare as he strokes the mixture of my saliva and blood, coating the length.He might be right; I am a whore for him.I drag my tongue up his thigh, desperate for the taste of his skin.

“Fuck, that’s it, Darlin’.” He groans, and his neck rolls. I’d never beg for any man, but being on my knees at his feet, watching the muscles of his chest flex under the stars, makes me want to pray to him like he is some sort of God. “Stick that filthy tongue out for me.”

I don't waste any time tilting my head back and opening my mouth wide. His hand runs over his chest as he slaps his cock against the muscle.

“I told you it’s been a while, so I don’t know how long I’ll last. If it becomes too much to handle, just squeeze my thigh.”

With a cocky grin, I wrap my tongue around the tip, my lips drag over the skin, and he jerks in response. He drops his hand to my throat to hold my head where I can’t move from the spot and pushes deeper. I cough and sputter around him.

There’s something so powerful about knowingI’mthe woman he chose to let loose like this with.I'mthe one he decided to give what he’s held back for so long.

“Goddamn, I can feel my cock right…” he pauses, tapping his thumb to the spot. “Here.”

My eyes clench shut as tight as my thighs from the force he uses to fuck my mouth. Visions of what it’ll be like to have himbetween my legs instead start to flood in, and his pants come out in ragged huffs.Those noises will sound so good in my ear when he's begging me to let him ruin me.

“This is what you get with me.” He moans as he slowly draws back, and I feel the tears start to streak down my cheeks.

“I’m not going to be easy and sweet.” He slams back into my throat, holding still and gripping around my jugular, making sure if there's an opening for me to breathe, it won’t last very long.

“I'm not going to make love to you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”

My head pounds and spots start to dot my vision.

“I was created to destroy everything I touch, and you won’t be any different.”

My lashes flutter, and my nails dig into his legs hard enough that I won’t be surprised if I see blood through the fabric later. He picks up his pace with a low groan and pushes his hand beneath my head against the ledge. With each rough thrust, my head bobs back against his knuckles. It feels like we’re falling over the ledge, heading toward the concrete below. I should be terrified, but I would gladly accept my fate as long as I’m holding onto him.

My nostrils flare as my tongue warms, grounding me in the moment.

“But you’re going to shine even in my darkness, right?” He abruptly jerks away, drops to his knees, and his nose brushes against mine.

I try to nod, but his fingers curling into my cheeks makes it impossible. With the way he leans in, I half expect him to kiss me with his come still on my tongue so my lips part, but he tilts my head back and spits instead.

“Swallow. Take everything I have to give you.” He bites out, shoving his fingers to the back of my throat so I have no choice but to obey.

“There you go. That’s it, Darlin’.” He coaxes as he slowly withdraws his hand while the one behind my head curls around the nape of my neck, drawing me to his chest.

“You’re… insane…” My voice is hoarse and strained, but I can’t help grinning at the warmth of his skin against mine.

“You’re just as crazy as I am for letting me do that.” He huffs as he pulls us back onto the fluffy blanket.

His fingers massage my hair and then glide down along my throat as if trying to soothe the rawness I feel. I don’t believe I’m crazy; I’ve just found someone I trust.

“Tell me a war story?” I rasp, and his knees tuck beside my waist, holding me snugly in his embrace so the steady thump of his heart against my back.

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