Page 12 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

I was breathless by the time he finished his assault. He was draped over me, his arms caging me in, his biceps brushed my cheeks.

His legs were tangled with mine, and I felt my stomach tumble. The way he was looking at me made me want to melt into a puddle.

Our eyes connected and we stayed there, suspended in “what if’s” and “could we’s”?

“Kiss me, pretty boy.” I said, barley above a whisper.

His eyes stayed on me until his lips were a hair's breadth away from mine. Feather soft he brushed his lips against my mouth, fire ignited in my veins, and I pulled him to me. His hard body lined up in all the right places.

His mouth moved over mine, exactly how I wanted. Demanding and in charge, hard, yet tender. We stayed that way for a while, using each other's lips, teeth, and tongue.

“Firecracker.” He moaned as my hands began to roam. “Rules.”

“None tonight.” I whispered.

He pulled back and searched my eyes, I wanted to feel tonight. I wanted to pretend that we could be in love. That he was the man I chose to break my rules over.

“Please.” I whimpered and circled my hips, creating delicious friction.

One word and his resolve broke, he moved my neck with a tattooed hand placing me exactly where he wanted. His greedy hands roamed and groped everywhere and nowhere I needed.

When I growled in frustration he chuckled and lifted himself off me. He bent down, sliding his hands under my body to move me off the couch. He carried me to the bed and stripped me of my clothes. Completely bare to him, he bit into his bottom lip and quickly undressed.

His hands wrapped around my ankles and he spread them wide, cool air pebbled my slick skin.

“God, Ronnie.”

It felt good to hear him say my name, and not just some nickname he chose in haste.

My. Name.

She flushed under my words. Her beautiful skin glowed with praise.

Her pussy was soaked, and I wanted nothing more than to have a feast. She wiggled against my hands, rubbing her thighs together, hiding my prize.

I swatted the side of her ass, and she gasped.

“Did you just…spank me?”

“Be a good girl and let me eat this pretty pussy, or I’ll do it again.” I grumbled, moving over her legs, running my hands along her shins and squeezing her thighs. Using the pads of my fingers to tease her open, I groaned at the feel of her arousal.

She whimpered and groaned, wiggling closer to me.

Slowly I licked her cunt, flattening my tongue and going painfully slow. I circled her clit, making her shift and raise her hips.

“More.”

I bit the inside of her thigh, and she cried out.

“Be patient.” I warned.

I took my time, I licked and sucked, driving her out of her mind with the feeling of my fingers working her nipples, and my tongue fucking her pussy. She made these sounds that drove me wild, keens and wails of pleasure, but no release.

Grabbing handfuls of her ass I pulled her cunt to my face, and devoured her. Shoving my two middle fingers into her wetness and curling them just right. She bucked and fussed, jumbled words tumbled from her mouth.

“Finn, I’m gonna...” She couldn’t finish before her climax hit its peak and her thighs gripped my head like a vice.

I didn’t stop, continuing to gently lap at her as she rode waves of ecstasy.

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