Page 14 of Hot for the Fire Chief
His hands are huge and he growls and runs his fingers along the bare skin of my hip, gripping it tightly.
“I need to taste you.” Before I can even grasp what the heck he’s talking about, he slips down my body, his hands tugging at my clothes and pulling them off so fast I barely get a breath. His warm mouth closes on my breast and I suck in a gasp, my hand tangling in his short, silky hair. Tugging hard, I groan when he gasps and then his teeth scrape along the tender curve of my nipple and he nips at it.
“Oh god, Lance. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He shakes his head, my nipple still in his mouth. He laps at it and groans. “I’m never stopping. I’m never letting you go, baby. You’re mine.”
Moaning, my hips arch up into him and my hands slip down until I can feel the bulge in the front of his pants. He hisses as my fingers curve around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes closing and then opening quickly, burning with heat until I feel scorched by his flames.
“You’re killing me, Jenny.” Then he slides down and his hands pulls my panties off and he burrows into the soft curls at the apex of my thighs. He breathes deep and groans. “You smell so good. I’m gonna eat you like dessert and then come back for seconds. I need you so damn bad…I ache for you.”
Nodding my head, unable to talk I moan silently when his mouth runs along my thigh and then he sucks hard, leaving his mark. “Who does this pussy belong to, baby girl? Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”
“You,” I whimper, pushing my hips up into his face. He growls and pushes until he’s holding my hips down with one of his hands and the other pulls my lower lips open. Then he just stares at me. Wriggling wildly, I groan. “Please.”
I can feel my juices pooling and he sighs and one finger traces along a path to my thigh. He brings his finger up and my eyes widen as his lips close over it, sucking on it and eyes closing. “Too fucking good. You taste so good, Jenny.”
My ex never did oral. He didn’t like the taste or something. Of course that didn’t stop him from wanting me to go down on him. I got to where I would do that just to keep from another boring round of sex where I never came.
He did after what amounted to three pumps and he was done.
He bends down and he’s so close I feel his hot breath on my lower lips. I wriggle and whimper until his mouth closes on my pussy and he moans and sucks wildly. His tongue traces my lips and then he pushes it inside me, fucking me with it while his thumb traces my clit, pushing down until I’m fighting to keepfrom screaming. My teeth bite into my lower lip as he drills me with his tongue and rims my clit with his thumb.
My belly tightens and my chest is heavy and hot. My head is swimming, my thoughts so scattered I don’t even know how to make actual words.
Moaning, I writhe under him as he runs his tongue up to lap at my clit and then grind down on it as he curls his fingers inside me and fans them until he finds that one perfect spot. The one I’ve never found.
“Oh my god!” I scream and throw my head back, my whole body going taut and shuddering. Waves of pleasure wash over me and I gasp and writhe as he keeps going, his tongue drinking up every drop of my juices until another wave crashes over me. Whimpering and whining, I fight to push his head off the pleasure almost too much to bear. Tears well in my eyes as I gasp and pant.
He sits up and wipes his mouth, his tongue licking his fingers clean. My eyes widen as he leans over and kisses me and I taste me on his tongue.
It’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Now….how do you feel about breakfast. I’m starving.”
Then he stands up, the huge erection in his lounge pants tenting them outrageously as he walks out of the room.
“Get ready, baby girl. I need food. And you’re gonna need your strength.”
My mouth falls open and I stare at him.What the hell just happened here?
Chapter 9
Lance
I’ve never seen a woman pout as pretty as Jenny does. Her full lower lip pushes out and she’s nibbling on it while we wait for our food at the little breakfast bar I picked to try this morning.
I would have gone to my usual place but I think it might be best to mix things up until I figure out where the asshole ex is.
I know it’s him. Guys like him just can’t let women go. Even if they’re the ones that kicked them to the curb. There’s always something else they want.
In this case, I think the fucker thinks that he deserves Jenny’s work. It’s crazy but the fucker is probably out of his mind, thinking that Jenny’s slipped out of his control.
He doesn’t like that.
I don’t particularly like the fact that he’s threatening her. That makes me want to kill him.
