Page 89 of Inferno
“Step out,” he roughly commanded, and she obeyed without question.
His eyes glittered with possessive satisfaction as he tenderly caressed her round bottom, the scrape of his callused palms sending delicious chills through her. When he gently slapped her butt cheek, she whimpered and grabbed the pole, wantonly parting her legs wider.
Leaning forward, Stan kissed the small of her back,thenslowly ran his hot tongue down the cleft of her bottom, making her shiver and groan as jolts of sensation rushed to her loins. When he reached the underside of her butt, he paused, deliberately drawing out her torture as his mouth hovered at her fleshy lips.
He raised his eyes to hers. “You’re mine, wife,” he told her, the ferocity of his dark gaze rocking her to the core. “No other man willeverlay claim to you. You belong to me, and I belong to you. Do you understand?”
Prissy nodded quickly and squeezed her eyes shut, her pulse pounding right into cardiac arrest levels.
When he stroked his tongue over her labia, she shuddered violently and arched backward, convinced that he would kill her with ecstasy before this night was over.
Without warning he spun her back around and pushed her against the pole. As their heated gazes locked, he hooked her booted leg over his left shoulder and lowered his mouth to her throbbing sex.
She cried out, frantically reaching above her to grab the pole for purchase.
“Baby…” she mewled as Stan licked the plump folds of her sex, tasting and teasing her until her breath came in short gasps and her hips twisted and writhed against his tormenting mouth. When he drew back the hood of her clit and sucked her between his lips, she came with a hoarse, primal scream.
As her knees buckled Stan caught her. Surging from the floor, he lifted her into his arms and slanted his mouth over hers, sharing her erotic taste with her. She groaned with mindless pleasure as he palmed her ass cheeks and ground his huge erection against her.
As moisture dripped from her aching sex, she attacked Stan’s uniform shirt, too impatient to bother unfastening the buttons. He let out a dark, rumbling laugh as she yanked the shirt open, sending buttons flying in every direction. Together they tugged off his white undershirt and cast it aside, then made quick work of shedding the rest of each other’s clothes.
When Prissy stood in nothing more than her black stiletto boots, Stan made a guttural sound of masculine appreciation before hoisting her into his arms. She locked her legs around his waist, her pussy full and throbbing with anticipation.
They stared into each other’s eyes as he thrust into her, stretching her as he sank all the way inside her wetness. His husky groan of pleasure joined hers as he began rocking her against the pole, imprisoning her between the warm metal and his hard, muscular body. She held on to his impossibly wide shoulders and let her head fall back as his lips raked over her exposed throat.
She was burning up, so hot that she swore the furnace must be on full blast. She arched against Stan as his scorching mouth lowered to her bouncing breasts and sucked her nipples, sending spasms of pleasure tearing through her loins.
She tightened her damp thighs around his hips, feeling his stomach and butt muscles clench and unclench as he pumped into her, the force of his powerful thrusts moving her up and down the pole.
She moaned his name, searing flames licking at her body as she sought to quench the blazing inferno that was raging through her.
Lifting his head from her breasts, Stan stared into her eyes, the feral intensity of his gaze making her tremble from the inside out. “I need you so damn much, baby,” he confessed in an achingly raw voice. “You can’t ever leave me.Ever.”
Tears scalded Prissy’s eyes. “I won’t,” she promised fervently. “IswearI won’t.”
His nostrils flared with emotion. Slanting his mouth over hers, he kissed her with savage tenderness as he drove deeper into her, his steely shaft stroking every part of her. Their bodies made wet slapping sounds as sweatslickenedtheir skin, salty beads rolling between their joined genitals and dripping onto the floor.
Prissy gripped Stan’s muscular shoulders and clawed at his back as waves of pleasure soared through her, so blisteringly intense it was almost unbearable.
“Stan…” she whimpered helplessly. “Oh, baby…!”
As the scorching ache within her erupted, she threw back her head and sobbed in ecstasy, tears spilling from her eyes. Stan exploded at the same time with an exultant shout of her name, his hips pumping furiously as he ejaculated inside her.
They clung desperately to each other, her breasts heaving against his chest, their bodies shuddering from the violent aftershocks of orgasm.
When a sharp clap of thunder suddenly shook the building, Prissy smiled through her tears and joked, “Talk about moving heaven and earth.”
They shared a soft, breathless laugh.
“Mmm,” Prissy purred after a few moments, nibbling Stan’s jaw. “What a naughty boy you are, Lieutenant Wolf, debauchingyour wife at the firehouse. And not even your own firehouse, at that.”
He chuckled lazily. “I’m just wondering why we never did this sooner.”
“Mmm. Good question. We’ll have to make up for lost time.”
Stan gave a husky laugh. “One thing’s for damn sure,” he drawled. “After tonight, I’ll never look at another pole the same way again.”
Prissy grinned impishly.“Me, neither.”
