Page 23 of Burn (Two Wheeled Psychos #2)

“God woman, you’re going to ruin me.”

I moan as I strip her clothes off her, tearing them to little pieces with my bare hands.

“Like you’ve ruined me?”

“Just like that, baby.”

I say, kissing her jaw, her chin, and down her throat.

She tilts her head back, giving me access to the dip between her neck and her collar bone, and I glide my tongue through it, licking and tasting the perspiration on her skin as well as the hint of smokey goodness from tonight’s fire.

It’s fucking delicious, the flavor as I lick down her chest, between her tits, and over to her left nipple, sucking it deeply into my mouth. The taste compliments the scent of the teakwood candle flickering on the nightstand, and I can’t wait to see what she has planned for me.

She thrusts her chest out, offering herself to me and my hungry mouth, grabbing my hands and directing them to her chest.

“More.”

“Mmmm, yes baby.”

I squeeze and plump her tits, digging my fingers into the soft flesh, turning the skin a dark pink under my touch. She moans and wiggles under me, her lower half trying to make contact with my cock that juts out from my body, all hard and already dripping for her.

I can feel the heat coming from her, and it takes all my willpower not to just drive it into her, but I want to make this last. I want to keep her under me all night, her body begging for me to take it, use it, adore it, and ruin it.

“Please Zeph.”

She whimpers. “Please.”

“Patience. I’ll get there.”

My tongue leaves a path of moisture as I lick down her body, then dip it into her navel. She giggles, and grabs my hair, shoving my face into her skin, pressing my mouth tightly to her. I answer her with a series of fast laps of my tongue in the little divot, then kiss my way further down.

I can smell the mixture of our juices from earlier in the parking lot still inside of her where I shoved them. It’s musky and dirty, and something that should be making me cringe, but not anymore, not with her. Instead of turning my nose up at it, I bury it in it, inhaling deeply.

“God you smell so good.”

I purr, flattening my tongue and licking from her asshole to her hard little clit, making her hips jump and her thighs drop open more.

“Lick me, yes. Oh God.”

She’s like a faucet when I thrust my tongue up into her twitching little hole, the fluids pouring out around it and down in to my throat.

“You taste even better.”

I say, sucking on her tight cunt, drawing out everything I can, swallowing it with hard gulps and a satisfied sigh.

Pressing my tongue against her opening, I suck and slurp, making a messy feast of everything she dumps into my mouth, smearing it around, bathing my lips and her pussy in it. It’s sinful and sweet, musky and filthy, and I want nothing more than to enjoy it until she can’t take anymore.

I can feel her tensing, her legs closing on my shoulders, and I grab her thighs with my hands, prying them open, pressing them down into the mattress, making her stay still under me. She’s panting and her whole cunt is pulsing against my mouth. She’s so close to a climax, and I can taste it coming.

“Oh shit, oh shit, Zeph.”

She says, her hands grabbing my hair, pushing my face tighter to her.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Nodding my head to her, I suck harder, lick faster, and drive her absolutely wild. She thrashes her hips under me, and her fingers pull at the curls of my hair. She’s losing control, bucking and growling like a rabid animal, and I’m rewarded with a flood of cum as she falls apart against my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She screams, bathing my whole face with her essence as she rides the orgasm right from one massive one to a smaller one that wracks her body with small convulsions.

I’m nowhere near done with her yet, and as I work her down with slower and more gentle licks and laps, I reach down and stroke my throbbing cock, getting him ready, coating him with her juices from my hand.

“Such a good fucking girl for me. That was beautiful.”

I praise her, climbing up her body, letting her see me rub her cum all over my impossibly hard dick.

“You gonna take this cock now, and make it feel as good as you do?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Sliding my hands under her sides, I wrap them up and around the back of her shoulders, holding her still as I position myself at her drenched pussy. She screams again as I pull down on her and push up into her, opening her up, making her take all of me in a slow, steady advance.

Her walls stretch and pulse around me as I give her one inch at a time, making her take me in and mold around me like a glove. She was made for me, I know this, but every time I slide my dick into her it’s like a homecoming. I fit perfectly in her, so snug and tight…so absolutely, divinely, perfect.

I’m in heaven enveloped in her, and she melts under me, her body accommodating my size as I work my hips back and forth, so fucking leisurely, driving myself wild, and relaxing her. Her hands stroke up and down my back, her fingernails scratching my skin lightly, and my eyes roll back in my head at just how good it all feels.

Never, until I met her, did I imagine that sex would be this way. I always thought of it as dirty and wrong. My only experiences had been when Mother came to me after a long night of fucking her pimp and she would take out her frustrations on me, making me pleasure her against my will. I never thought that as an adult I would discover that it was all wrong, but can be so right.

“Mmmm Zeph.”

“Yes kitten?”

I answer her, kissing her neck, licking her flesh over her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat on my tongue.

“Can I do something?”

“Anything you want.”

Her body elongates under me, and she reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing the candle. I watch as the liquid wax inside the jar sloshes with her movement, and I already know where she’s going with this, or so I think.

When I expect her to hand it to me, she takes it and rests in on her chest, making me push up off her, straightening my arms, supporting myself high enough that the flame doesn’t catch my hair.

“You’ve burned me, and then you ran. I want to know what it felt like for you.”

She says, her gaze fixated on the flickering flame inside the glass.

“May I burn you? With the wax?”

“You do know that’s not a sex candle, and the wax will be hotter than the fire, right baby?”

I ask her, making sure that she knows exactly what she’s asking me.

If she wants to burn me and make my skin blister and boil then so be it, but I need to make sure she knows that this will be painful for me and leave a scar. Hot wax cools quickly on the skin, but not enough to not scorch. As the wax dries it continues to cook the flesh under it, and I’m not going to pussy out and wipe it away. If she wants to hurt me, like she wants me to hurt her, then she may.

“Yeah.”

She says, still transfixed by the flame, reminding me of the first time I lit someone ablaze.

“One second though. I don’t want you getting burned.”

I say, gently climbing off her and laying down next to her on my back.

“Okay, sit on me.”

“I’ll do something better than that.”

I take the candle from her hand, helping her up, and she gives me a playful wink as she straddles my hips. When she reaches down and slowly guides my cock into her pussy and lowers her body, I’m already in heaven, but when she takes the candle and the first drip of scalding hot wax dops on my chest, it’s fucking euphoric.

It hurts like a motherfucker, making me take in a sharp breath and hold it as the hot liquid pools on my bare flesh, burning it enough that I can smell the skin cooking along with the scent of the wax. The burn continues in the first spot as she dribbles more across my skin, making an arched shape, then repeating it on the other side. When I look down, there’s a black wax heart on my chest, burning its design into me.

My cock thumps heartily inside of her at the pained pleasure, and she starts to rock her body up and down, riding me.

“Oh fuck yes, baby.”

I growl, taking the candle from her hands and blowing it out, then chucking it on the floor carelessly. The wax will spill, but at least it won’t burn the place down.

I grip her hips, being careful not to let the uncooled wax drip or roll across my skin. I want her design to stay just as she drew it, a now permanent heart etched on me from her. It stings and burns as I guide her up and down on my cock, feeling her insides flex and pulse with her enjoyment of both my cock and the artwork she proudly stares at.

“It’s pretty.”

She says, dipping her finger in the line of wax, leaving a fingerprint in it.

“Not as pretty as you though.”

I say through gritted teeth as she flattens her palm and presses the wax harder onto my chest, making the searing heat feel even hotter.

She rides me faster, her knees squeezing my hips as her design cools, and by the time it no longer feels like I am on fire she is rising up and slamming down on me hard enough to make her hips crack and her knees hurt.

I’m holding on as long as I can, not wanting to cum until she does, but she reaches down and lifts up on the wax, peeling it from me, lifting some of my skin with it, and it feels too good. It looks too good. The branded heart on my skin is bright red and blistering, sure to scar for good, and it makes my orgasm rocket through me at a surprising pace.

“Oh shit Phoenix, shit, shit, shit!”

I exclaim, my hips bucking under her, my toes curling, and my hands grabbing her hips hard enough I leave indented prints from my fingertips.

“Yes, fuck baby. I’m cumming.”

On a barked yell, she tightens around me, joining me in a climax that should be impossible. I cum so hard that my balls ache and my legs cramp up, driving more pain through my body, and she orgasms like a fucking goddess. Her hands smash my chest, and her mouth is open with drool running from the corner of it with each panted breath. It’s perfect.

“I think I love you.”

She pants.

“Don’t leave me again.”

“Mine.”

I say back to her, because it’s true, and all I know how to say.