Page 4 of Let it Ignite (Playing with Fire #2)

She edges closer and I cup her perfect, round tits, my rough hands flexing around the soft, warm flesh, my thumbs brushing over the tight, rosy peaks. She lets out a tiny, breathless moan, her head tipping back, her chest arching up into my touch.

I squeeze, my thumbs rolling over her sensitive nipples, my mouth dropping to her neck, my teeth grazing her jaw, and I feel it—the way her body shudders, the way her breath catches from my touch.

“It’s throbbing,” she whispers, her voice small, a little shaky. “And wet. Can you fix it for me?”

I pause, my hands tightening on her tits, my mouth hovering over her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Where, baby?” I rasp, my voice rough, my jaw tight, my hands flexing around the soft, trembling weight of her perfect, bare tits. “Where is it throbbing?”

She shivers, her fingers curling into my shoulders, her head tipping back, her breath coming faster, and she whispers, her voice small, shaky, a little breathless, “Between my legs. It’s throbbing there. It’s wet. Please, Byron. Fix it.”

Fuck, I’m a goner. This woman is going to kill me.

I drop to my knees, pressing her back against the hallway wall. My rough hands grip her hips as my mouth drags down her stomach. I push her legs open, my tongue sliding through her slick folds, her taste flooding my mouth.

I latch onto her tight, throbbing clit. My tongue flicks. My lips suck. My teeth graze the sensitive bud, and she gasps, her fingers digging into my hair. Her hips grind against my mouth instinctively, her thighs trembling around my head.

I drag my mouth up, her juices dripping from my lips. I press my face deeper, my tongue swirling over her clit, my hands tightening on her hips, holding her against the wall.

“Am I fixing it, baby?” I growl, my breath hot against her slick heat.

“Yes,” she cries, her head tipping back, her nails scraping my scalp. “Yes, Byron. Don’t stop. Fix it more. Please.”

I shove my tongue deeper, my lips wrapping around her swollen clit. I suck hard, my rough hands flexing on her hips, holding her against the wall. Her taste coats my tongue, my chin, my jaw working, my mouth devouring.

She cries out, her head tipping back, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips grinding against my face.

“More,” she moans, her nails digging into my scalp. “Please, Byron. More.”

I grip her ass, my rough hands squeezing, my tongue pushing deeper, my jaw working harder, my teeth scraping, my mouth moving faster, rougher, hungrier.

And then she shatters, her entire body shaking. Her hips buck up into my mouth, her pussy pulsing against my tongue, her legs trembling, her breath coming in short, broken gasps.

Before she can catch her breath, I rise to my feet, grab her by the hips, and slap her ass. The sound echoes off the hallway walls. She gasps, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, and I toss her over my shoulder. Her bare ass presses against my arms, her wet heat soaking into my skin.

“Bed,” I growl, my voice rough. “Now.”

I toss her onto the mattress, her body bouncing, a squeal escaping her lips as I kick my pants off, my cock springing free, thick and swollen, the head already leaking for her.

Her wide eyes lock on my length, her tongue flicking over her lips, her thighs pressing together like she’s trying to keep herself from begging for it.

I climb onto the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress, my hands gripping her thighs and dragging her down until her slick, dripping heat is flush against the throbbing head of my cock.

I slide it through her folds, my shaft gleaming with her wetness, the tight, swollen nub of her clit brushing against the sensitive ridge, and I let out a low, gravelly growl.

“I’m clean,” I rasp, my voice rough, my cock flexing against her entrance. “Fire department makes us test regularly. No risks, baby. Nothing between us.”

“I have a…one of those…you know…a menstrual tracking app,” she gasps, too aroused to think straight. “There’s a low chance I’d get pregnant. I just want you inside of me, Byron.”

“Fuck, baby, you say all the right things.”

Her breath catches, her hands gripping the sheets, her thighs trembling, and I push forward, the thick, blunt head slipping inside her, stretching her, filling her, claiming her.

She gasps, her back arching, her nails digging into the mattress, her tight, dripping heat clenching around me, pulling me deeper, and I feel her walls flutter, her body opening, welcoming every inch as I sink to the hilt, my hips pressing against her ass, my cock buried so deep I can feel her heartbeat around me.

“Fuck,” I snarl, grinding into her, my fingers digging into her hips, my jaw tight, my entire body vibrating. “You’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her breath coming in short, desperate pants, her legs wrapping around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back, pulling me even deeper. “Oh my god, Byron. Yes. More. Don’t stop.”

I wrap my fingers around her wrists, pinning them high above her head, my hips pistoning, as I start grinding into her like there’s no tomorrow.

Her breath comes out in short, desperate gasps, her thighs clamping around my waist, her pretty little cunt sucking me in like she can’t get enough, like she’s just as ruined as I am.

“Gonna make you scream, Cassie,” I snarl against her ear, my teeth grazing the sensitive shell. “Gonna make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name. Gonna make you soak my cock, baby, until it’s dripping down my balls.”

Her back arches, her head tossing against the sheets, her breath catching on a sharp, broken cry.

I feel her start to go, her walls clamping down, fluttering, milking me, pulling me deeper, rougher, until I’m slamming her into the mattress so hard, the headboard hits the wall and my vision going black around the edges.

“That’s it,” I grunt, driving in harder, feeling the tight, wet convulsions ripple around my cock. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

And then she breaks, her entire body shattering beneath me, her pussy clamping down, her nails digging into my forearms, her screams echoing off the walls, wild and untamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl, my hips bucking, my balls drawing up tight, my cock throbbing, pulsing, exploding deep inside her, coating her, filling her, marking her, making her mine.

I bury myself to the hilt, grinding in deep, my body shaking, every muscle locked, my breath coming in harsh, desperate gasps as I empty myself into her.

I don’t pull out. Can’t. Not when she’s still quivering around me, her pretty, ruined cunt milking me for every drop, her body a shivering, breathless mess beneath mine.

My face drops into the curve of her neck, dragging in the sweet, warm scent of her skin, my heart still pounding like I’m on the edge of losing it all.

I kiss her there, my tongue tasting the sweat and salt of her, my teeth grazing the spot where her pulse flutters. “Fuck, Cassie,” I murmur, my voice rough, raw, my fingers tracing lazy circles over her damp back. “Didn’t see you coming. Didn’t even know I needed this. Needed you.”

She’s still catching her breath, her head turned to the side, her eyes unfocused, her mouth open, her chest heaving.

I want to see this look on her face every damn day.

I want her to need me like this, to cling to me, to fall apart in my arms, to scream my name like I’m the only thing keeping her alive.

I want to keep her.

But I know I can’t. I can’t be who my father was.

So I hold her tight, pressing my lips to her temple, letting the ache settle in my bones, letting it carve its way into my heart.

“I’ll always have your back,” I whisper, my breath warm against her ear, my heart shattering quietly, the pieces sinking deep. “No matter where you go.”