Page 95 of Burn for Me

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I shift my grip to her bicep, making those perfectly lush tits press firm against my chest and her nose brush against mine. Even as she tries to kiss me, I won’t let her. Turning my head, I press a chaste kiss to her collarbone instead, dragging my nose up the length of her neck until I whisper in her ear. “I want to watch you take everything from me.”

I nip at her neck, and as soon as my fingers loosen, she turns around and quickly settles back down onto me faster than I can process. The way her walls flutter and clench nearly makes my eyes roll back in my head, but I can't look away. Her palms land between my thighs, arching her back, giving me the perfect view of how her cunt swallows me whole.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Groaning, I push my hand under the back of my head, ignoring the clatter it makes as it pulls the monitor against the bed rail, and raise my other to rub that perfect art on her arse while she starts slow. Rolling her hips in a way that has me feeling like I’m nearly hitting her cervix.

“Being such a good little slut for your husband.” I huff, and she picks up pace, clenching my cock. It's hard not to let go and just fill her hole with the way each bounce has the flesh rippling, creating a gorgeous sight mixing with the moans she’s trying to bite back and the erotic view of her juices thoroughly soaking my lap.

There’s no way I can hold back for long if she keeps it up like this.

I try to think of anything else—the process of taking a gun apart, how many letters are in the word disembodiment—but no matter what I try, I can’t focus on anything but how damn good she feels and how her moans have turned into desperate whines and cries.

“That’s it, Darlin’.” I pant, my thighs flexing in an attempt to restrain myself from fucking up into her. “Take it all. I belong to you.”

“Sam…” She whines, and her knees spread wider, gaining more leverage to stroke me with her cunt. It's a sight I could easily get used to. Watching my dick disappear and reappear wetter than before, swollen and bulging.

“And you belong to me.” I gasp, trying to hold onto the thin thread of restraint I have left. Incoherent jumbling words fall from her lips, and her hips stutter, so I grip her arse, tempted to help her movements but refrain for the moment.

“You've been mine since the day I found you.”

“Please bounce me on your cock.” She mewls, and I can't fight back the string of curses that leaves my mouth from that filthy sentence coming from her sweet lips.

“You better come all over my dick like a good little wife.” I groan, and in an instant, I'm throwing her arse against my hips, relishing how she so easily hands over her body, knowing ill take care of her.

Within a few strokes, I’m grunting and groaning, filling her with everything I have to offer, but I don't slow, even as the tremors that wrack my spine spread into my hands, making my fingers go numb, and my knuckles turn white against the pink flesh of her arse.

“Almost there, Darlin’. You're almost there.” I pant, and my eyes screw shut, knowing if I continue to watch my come leak out of her to coat my cock, I’ll be making her go again. “I've got you.”

As soon as the words fall through my hoarse breathing, her hips are jerking into the air, and I’m slamming her back down. Each pulse and flutter of her walls has my thighs trembling and my teeth digging into my cheek hard enough I can taste copper trying to fight the overstimulation.

“G-good girl.” I try to form the praise, but her pussy clenches again, making my words get caught in my throat. I half expect her to collapse into a puddle right then, but her head hanging limply between her shoulders tilts back towards the ceiling, and she calms her breathing.

Loosening my grip, I nudge her hips, wanting her to turn so I can hold her.

We need to talk about letting me take care of her sometimes. It feels like all air is ripped from my lungs when my cock slips limply from her hole, and a mess trails onto my thighs as she shifts to sprawl across my chest shakily.

“Sorry,” she whispers, shifting her weight to one hand beside my head like she has hurt me. As she reaches for my monitor, I wrap my arms around her waist, probably holding her tighter than I should.

“Just let me hold you.” my words muffle into her skin as I bury my head into her neck.

“I need to turn them back on,” she laughs breathlessly.

I grunt in response, “My heart rate is too high. They’ll go off.”

Even as she shifts to try and click the buttons, my hold doesn't loosen. I’ll face the consequences, but I don’t want to lie in my bed alone anymore. Not when I can have a wife by my side.

“Okay, no monitors, but I don’t want to kink a line.” She laughs as I lift and toss her playfully. Giggling, she settles against my shoulder while I hold her thigh and let her leg rest over my lap.

“I’m not worried about a bloody IV line. The only thing that’ll kill me is losing you.” I mumble into her hair, feeling my eyesdrift shut. God, I’m exhausted now, and the fact that her hair smells as delightful as always doesn’t help at all.

“You’ll never lose me,” she says.

I pull back to try to focus on what she’s saying, but her eyes are closed, and her fingers are tracing delicate circles on my chest.

She better believe the words she says. I’ve said it a thousand times before, and I’ll say it a billion more:

It’s until death do us part. Even after that, I’ll follow my little devil into hell.

Thirty-One

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