Page 33 of Conflagration
I grin, guessing that maybe she was right. Maybe negotiating is in the cards. With my arm still wrapped around her waist, I spin us around and push her forward until she’s pressed up against the island in the middle of the kitchen.
“Branson, stop walking on that leg.”
My hand slides up under her T-shirt, and I start to run small circles over her skin. “Okay, baby. If that’s what you want. For the rest of the night, I’ll obey, but if I agree, then I want something, too.”
She nods, her breath quickening as my hand travels up her skin until it’s slipping into her bra, where I cup her breast. At the same time, I push my erection into her ass, giving her a hint.
“I. Want. You.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “Okay.”
“Okay? I need more than that. Do you agree to those terms? I’ll be a perfect patient if I can fuck you right here against this counter?”
She pushes her ass back against me and grinds her hips. I think she’s about to comply when she surprises me. “One week.”
What?“One week what, baby?”
“You’re the perfect patient for at least one week after this, Branson, or no deal.”
She reaches down, and in a flash, her T-shirt’s lying on the floor beside us. Her bra quickly joins. Then her fingers unbutton her jeans and she shimmies them down just enough for me to see that she’s wearing nothing underneath.
My fucking girl. I inhale at the sight of her naked back and the top of her ass. “I agree to those terms, but if you get one week, I do, too.”
She lets out a sexy laugh, and I can see her breasts bouncing as I peer over her shoulder. “It’s a deal. In fact, if I didn’t want you inside me right now, I’d continue to negotiate because I figure we’ll be fucking for longer than a week, but I can’t wait any longer. Seal the deal, Branson. Now.”
I watch with reverence as she takes off her jeans and stands fully naked in front of me, wanting, waiting, and oh-so-fucking willing. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I push my basketball shorts down until they pool around my ankles.
“Jesus Christ, you are so fucking sexy,” I growl as I take in the sight of her.
Stepping back just a bit, I press my hand just above her smooth, round ass and slide it up her spine until it rests between her shoulder blades. I gently push until she’s slightly bent over, her supple breasts pressing against the counter. Then I change my mind because those beautiful nipples can’t go untouched.
“Lift up, baby. I need to touch you.”
She does just as I asked. God, I love it. She’s such a contradiction.
As I position myself behind her, I want to touch every single inch of her naked body. My hands move over her shoulders and down her front until they each cup a breast. I knead each one with ample precision until her nipples harden underneath my touch, showcasing her arousal. Her ass grinds against my dick, which is currently nestled right between each perfectly rounded cheek, and it's taking everything in me not to thrust into her. Even if it's a fuck against the kitchen counter, I want to savor her, to enjoy her, to make her feel everything she's been missing out on with all those other jackasses she's been with.
My hands move away from her breasts as I explore her body, committing every single feminine curve to memory almost as if I'm the sculptor and she's my work of art come to life. I'm in awe of her body, and I can't get enough. I want worship her, and for a split second, I'm pissed at myself that I’m settling for a quick fuck instead of taking her in the bedroom, where I could make love to her all night long.
The thought has barely left my mind when my hand slips between her legs, my thumb grazing her clit. She arches her back against me, encouraging me to continue. With my good leg, I nudge her legs apart in order to properly pleasure her cunt. A soft sigh leaves her lips as I slide my finger up and down her pussy, my dick twitching as I feel just how wet and ready she is for me. I lean forward, murmuring in her ear all the things I want to do to her. All things I'm going to do her.
As my breath tickles her neck, I push one finger inside her, and she shivers with anticipation. I pump my finger in and out of her, giving her a preview of what's to come.
"Branson," she breathes, arching her back.
She takes one hand off the table and places it behind her, where she tries to grip my cock. As I remove my finger from her warm, dripping cunt in order to grasp her wrist and place it back on the counter, she whimpers. God, if I were a fucking perv, I’d take a picture of the sight before me. Ariana’s spread out like my own personal fucking buffet. Her arms wide, her legs spread, her pussy so wet for me. Fuck—at this point, I just hope I fucking last.
When my hand moves back between her legs, she clenches her thighs together. “No,” she says, and I still instantly, my dick raging, my brain on fire, and my heart beating wildly.
Letting out a deep breath, I take a step back. “Uh…fuck,” I mutter, throwing my head up and staring at the ceiling, ready to ask God why he hates me so much.
She turns and looks at me, and she must see the pained expression on my face because she’s quick to correct herself. “No, I don’t meanno. I just mean no more foreplay. We had enough of that this morning. I’m ready for you. I want you inside me. Bend me over this counter and fuck me, Branson. Hard and fast. Make me come,” she orders, her eyes heated and waiting for me to dare defy her.
I move back in behind her and push her down so she's bent over the counter, her ass lifting up for me. As if her pussy were made for me, my dick migrates straight to her entrance, and without preamble, I slam into her just like she asked—hard and fast. She gasps as I seat myself to the hilt, pausing slightly to take in the feel of her warm, tight pussy surrounding my cock. It's been so fucking long since I've been with a woman, especially one who actually can fucking stand me.
"Don't stop, Branson," she moans.
At that, something wild within me unleashes. I pull back and thrust into her with wild abandon, without remorse, plunging in and out of her as I grip her hips like there's no tomorrow. There's no other way to describe it than pure, carnal fucking, and it's almost an out-of-body experience. It's not intimate. It's not romantic. But it's fucking erotic, and the longer my dick stays sheathed in her warm pussy, the more addicted I become. As her ass starts to move in rhythm with my thrusting, I know I'm not going to last. I take what she's willing to give, and right now, she's giving all of herself.
