Page 107 of Through the Flames
“You thought I wouldn’t care?” My words rasped against her throat before my teeth closed over her pulse, biting hard enough to make her cry out, to leave a mark. “You thought I’d letyou come here looking so fucking pretty so you could smile forthem?”
She whimpered, and I smiled dark against her skin, dizzy on the taste of her.
“Guess you need a reminder who you belong to.”
Her nails clawed at me as I shoved her skirt up, my hand sliding between her thighs, finding her dripping and ready.
My lungs seized because this much contact should’ve gutted me.Should’ve made me claw my own flesh.
Anyone else, and I’d have torn myself bloody. But with her, I wanted more, wanted everything.
“That’s not really a question,” she gasped, her voice breaking.
The words snapped me clean in half.
The sound of my zipper lowering was swallowed by the surrounding noise. My cock sprang free, slapping up against her cunt with a wet smack. Sliding through her lips, enjoying her strangled moan as my fat tip hit her clit, I coated myself in her arousal.
She hiked one leg up around my hip, grinding down like she couldn’t wait another second. The shift opened her up for me, her heat slick against my length, and I swore my brain short-circuited.
Pushing down her leg, I spun her around to face the wall before angling my hips and yanking the scrap of lace between her legs to the side. I drove into her with a guttural curse, and her body arched, taking me like she’d been starving for this.
The bass rattled the walls and laughter leaked through the door, but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was here, with me.
My whole world was right here, in my arms.
I leaned forward, growling against her ear, “Louder. Let them hear you.”
A voice drifted close, footsteps on the other side of the door, and my balls pulled up taut. One push of the handle, and we were done, but fuck if I’d stop now. Not when she was gasping my name like a prayer I’d die to hear.
I slapped the outside of her thigh, sharp, teasing, making her squeal.
“Let them know you’re taken. Let them know you’re mine.” My balls smacked against her lips, coated in her juices. “You’re gonna say my name when you come on my fat cock because only I can make you feel this way, isn’t that right, baby?”
Her sob broke me open. I bit the sensitive skin of her neck — hard, rough, claiming — as I thrust deeper, grinding like I could fuse us together.
I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, sweat slick and breath ragged, pounding her like the world outside this door didn’t exist, like they weren’t one slip from seeing everything. “You belong to me.”
Her needy pussy clamped down on me, her whine almost undoing me. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again,” I demanded, licking and nipping her neck, leaving it raw and red.
“All yours,” she sobbed.
And I believed her. Even as the burn of her touch ate me alive, I fucking believed her. The moans escaping her were growing increasingly desperate, my quads tensing as I hammered into her.
“Fuck yeah. That’s right.”
My hand slid around to her front, vibrating my finger on her clit, just the way she liked it. Who would’ve thought all those years of my fingers flying across a keyboard would end in them being deft enough to apply the exact pressure my girl needed.
“Now scream my name, baby.”
Her pussy clenched around my cock, still driving into her with brutal force.
“Hunter! Fuck, I’m coming!”
“That’s it, baby, choke your cock. Gonna pump my whole load into my tight little cunt.” I groaned, clenching my jaw as I felt the orgasm slam into me like a hot tidal wave. “You want it?”
“Yes, please! Give me your cum, Hunter!”
