Page 113 of The Last Fire

“Hurting me should be the least of your worries. It's got protection. See?” I press on the plastic tip, and she inspects it carefully.

“Do you have any protection? Because I don't think the device would cry if something went wrong.”

“I have enough protection in the nightstand by my head. I'll show it to you when you grow up. You're too little now,” I rest my hands on either side of her tiny body, and pretend I'm looking in the mirror, when in fact I just can't get enough of her smell.”

“Funny…”

“It can be more than just a joke, if you want it too...” I gaze at her lips, and I see her squirming, looking for an escape route.”

“I don't want to,” She mutters and takes a deep breath as if there isn't enough air in my bathroom for the two of us.

The heat between her thighs sends a shiver straight in my cock, which starts to harden again.

This isn't good! I can't take it anymore, but I did it with my own hands. I just can’t help it.

I know I've overstepped and made her pull back. I don't want to scare her. Becca might have a difficult personality, but she's not naive. If I want to get something from her, I just need to be patient.

“I was just kidding,” I grin with half my mouth and lightly flick her nose. “Besides... I don't cry when I'm hurt.”

“Then what do you do?” She blinks, looking into my eyes.

I fuck… hard, and I could die happily right now between your legs if only you'd let me...

“You don't want to know,” I whisper and look into her eyes, choosing the best response, but our eye contact only sends more painful twinges below my pelvis.

My sweatpants can't hide my erection anymore, so I discreetly tuck it under the edge of the bathroom counter. However, the heat between her thighs feels even stronger, as if daring me to discover its source, to find that alluring warmth, to touch it until her pussy quivers with pleasure and her small, beautiful mouth calls my name amid moans of pleasure.

No!

I need to calm down, or I'm going to ruin everything.

But how can I calm down when I want her pussy more than I've ever wanted anything in my life?

“Fifty-five,” Becca says firmly,” and I can't help but appreciate her boldness. “Plus the effort.”

“Fine,” I exhale in relief that her negotiating skills have dispersed some of the sexual tension clouding my judgment.

“Here I go!” She presses the button, and the device starts buzzing, making Becca flinch.

Here I go! That would sound so good in a different context.

I smile when I realize that it's actually her very first time doing this. I can't help but admit that I'm thrilled by the fact that she's exploring all sorts of things with me for the first time. I enjoy being the first, and that thought leads me to new ideas, some that could take our game further, or ruin it all with a single question.

The razer inches closer to my cheek, and I notice her hands trembling, yet she doesn't pull back. I lean forward slightly, tilting my head for her convenience, but my politeness comes at a cost as I prop my hands on Becca's small, bare knees, which fit perfectly in the cup of my palms. She flinches again, her eyebrows knitting together and betraying her intense concentration.

When my palms touch the rounded knees that seem as if they were made to fit in my hands, a burning sensation spreads through me, and my breathing falters.

I can't breathe without her scent invading my body, making me dizzy and wondering if her taste would be just as delightful.

I swear she’s so funny like this, and I press my pelvis even more firmly between her thighs, muttering under my breath as I bump into the bathroom counter's edge, not able to move any further.

I'm not thinking straight, I'm an idiot. Suddenly, a wild idea pops into my head, and I can't help but launch it like a tennis ball.

“I bet you're thinking our little game has gotten dull.”

“All I’m thinking is that the protection might not be enough if you keep moving,” she grabs my chin and tries to hold me in place. “I’ll cut your nose!” Becca grows antsy and intensely focused.

“I've got an idea that you might find interesting.”

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