Page 27 of Together We Burn
Chapter eleven
Jake
ThiswaswhereIwas meant to be. Buried deep in Stefany as she threw her head back in pleasure while my cock filled her up. She was made for me. Her demons spoke to me, and I guess fucking her against a wall with the body of her latest target lying dead, sans one eye, and I was still staying hard, spoke volumes.
Her pussy clung to me as I withdrew and thrust back into her slowly, taking my time, savouring the feeling of her warm, wet…
Fuck.
In my perpetual state of arousal from the minute I walked into this joint, throughout our sparring and right up to the point where she became a squirrel monkey around my waist, all thoughts and actions were coming straight from my dick. Even the one where I’d foregone a condom and just plunged straight in.
I was clean, and I knew Stefany was too, and had some sort of contraceptive device implanted in her arm like a tracking chip. But with all the shit her mother had said about me fucking her any chance I got, the possibility Stefany might have rescinded her offer to fuck her bare was high.
Who was I kidding? Of course, she would have. I could see the torment in her eyes as she struggled to decide if she wanted to let me bury myself deep inside her or if she should storm out. Thankfully, she let her craving for me win and demanded I remove my pants.
My beautiful fallen angel, with her dark hair flowing over her shoulders and down her tits, her eyes closed, and her plump bottom lip clamped between her teeth, had obviously let lust cloud her judgement too, either unaware or uncaring about the lack of latex.
“Fuck, Jake,” she gasped, opening her eyes to watch as she pushed her hands under my open shirt to dig her nails into my shoulders.
“I wish you didn’t have your contacts in,” I admitted, staring into her green eyes. “I want to see all ofyouwhen you come.”
“Shut up and fuck me harder,” she sighed. I wasn’t one to shoot a gifted horse in the mouth. Especially since I wasn’t sure when I’d get to enjoy her perfect cunt again.
I did say I was selfish.
Needing more, I latched myself to her neck, sucking hard at her delicate skin, wanting to leave my claim for every fucker to see. Her moans echoed around the twisted sex dungeon, making my cock harder.
“Do you know how good your pussy feels?” I moaned. Her legs flexed around my waist as if she was trying to fuse our bodies as one. I ran my tongue up her throat and groaned as the salty taste of her skin burst over my taste buds. I couldn’t decide which I enjoyed more; the taste of her pussy or sweat-covered flesh.
Right now, I was one sick bastard. No one made me want to give in to my baser urges more than Stefany motherfucking Matthews.
“Circle your clit,” I ordered, and she gave me a pointed look like it was not her job to get herself off.
“Has the great Mr. Weston lost his touch? Can no longer get the girl he’s fucking to the finish line without her helping out?” she teased with a gasp as I bottomed out, hitting that sweet spot deep inside as our hips collided together.
“I’ve never had any complaints before, and I’m not about to start.” I squeezed her ass cheeks hard, my fingers brushing the crease, making her tense. But I didn’t miss the wiggle that followed.
As well as spanking, Stefany might be into some ass play. All in good time.
“Don’t talk about other women you’ve fucked when you’re balls deep inside me, asshole.”
I laughed, loving how riled up she got and the fire that roared to life when she was jealous. Nipping at her collarbone and moving down to her nipples, which I hadn’t spent nearly enough time reacquainting myself with, and sucking one between my lips and biting down. She whimpered and dug her nails harder into my shoulder as I let go and lapped my tongue soothingly over the tiny indentations left by my teeth.
Two fucking months without this woman was torture. I’d never had the urge to take someone right then and there the way I did with Stefany, resulting in a hard fuck against a wall.
“I won’t ask again, Stefany. Touch that sensitive little clit of yours and come on my cock.”
Heat flooded her eyes, and she let go of my shoulders to move her hand between us.
“In here first,” I said, opening my mouth and tapping my top teeth with my tongue. Wickedness twinkled in her eyes when she traced my lips with her middle and forefinger. I wretched as she shoved them into my mouth, pushing straight to the back and triggering my gag reflex. She laughed and tried to pull them out when I clamped my teeth around them, hard, and she hissed.
Play with fire, Stefany? Prepared to get burned.
Circling my tongue around the small bite marks, I sucked her fingers. Her breath hitched as the swirls matched my thrusts until I let her go.
Fingers now nice and slick with my spit, I smiled. “Touch yourself for me, Stefany.”
Her eyes rolled closed with the first brush of her fingers over her clit. I watched, mesmerised as her head knocked softly against the wall, her brows knitting together and her bottom teeth sinking into her plush lower lip.
