Page 7 of Let it Sizzle (Playing with Fire #3)

She gasps when her back hits the mattress, and I don't give her a second to think. I’m on her, crawling up her body, spreading her thighs wide with my hands like she’s my fucking feast.

"Goddamn, look at you," I rasp, staring down at her slick, glistening pussy like it’s the first and last thing I’ll ever need. "Dripping for me already. You want this, baby? You want my mouth on you?"

She whimpers, nodding frantically, her hips already lifting like her body’s begging without her permission. I grin—dark, wicked—and settle between her thighs.

And then I devour her.

I lick her like a man starved, dragging my tongue through her folds, circling her clit with slow, torturous precision. She fists the sheets, her back arching, and I grab her hips, pinning her down so she can't get away from the pleasure.

"Stay still, baby," I growl against her soaked pussy. "You're not going anywhere."

I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she’s panting, writhing, completely losing her mind for me.

I don't stop. Not when she begs, not when she cries out, not even when her thighs start trembling around my head.

I just keep feasting on her, drinking down every sweet, desperate sound she makes, until she’s coming on my tongue—loud, broken, fucking gorgeous.

But I’m not done. Not even close.

While she’s still gasping, I lift her onto my lap, planting her ass right on top of my cock, still rock-hard and throbbing through my pants.

She’s dazed, wrecked, glowing with it.

Exactly how I want her.

"Take me out," I order, my voice rough, gravelly with need. "I want your pretty little hands on my cock. I want you riding me raw until you can't walk straight."

Her fingers tremble as she obeys, tugging down my zipper, freeing my cock. I make quick work to get my pants off.

She gasps when she sees how thick, how hard I am, her hand wrapping around me like she can’t believe it.

"You're gonna take every inch," I promise her, my hands framing her hips as I guide her over me. "Gonna stretch that sweet pussy wide. Gonna make you mine so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow."

Her body stretches around me as she sinks down, inch by thick inch, and fuck, I almost lose it right there.

She’s tight. Hot. So wet it feels like heaven strangling my cock, like she was made for me.

Her hands brace against my chest, nails digging in, leaving little marks that only make me want her more. I grip her hips, steadying her.

"That's it, baby," I murmur, voice raw. "Take every fucking inch. Ride your man."

She whimpers, rocking slightly, finally bottoming out, her ass pressing flush against my thighs, her pussy clenching so tight around me it feels like a goddamn fist.

I roll my hips up once—sharply—and she cries out, her body jerking, those gorgeous tits bouncing right in my face.

I can't help myself.

I slap her ass—hard—loving the way the flesh jiggles under my hand, loving the little squeak she lets out as she clenches down even harder.

"Good fucking girl," I growl, dragging my palms up her sides, cupping those perfect tits, rough and reverent all at once. "You're mine now. You get that?"

She nods, gasping, tears shining in her eyes from how deep I’m inside her, from how good it feels to be taken like this.

I fist her hair at the base of her skull and tug gently, forcing her to look me in the eye while she rides me like a woman possessed.

"Look at me," I snarl, thrusting up into her. "I want you to see exactly who’s wrecking you."

Her mouth parts on a desperate moan, and the sight of it—her wild, needy, broken for me—is enough to unravel the last of my control.

I start fucking her up into the air, hard and fast, our bodies slamming together in a filthy, slick rhythm.

"Say it," I command, voice pure gravel. "Say you're mine."

"Yours," she gasps, barely able to speak through how hard she's panting. "Only yours."

"That’s right, baby," I whisper against her throat, grinding my hips into her, teasing her clit with my thumb in dirty, relentless circles.

"Now fucking come for me," I growl, "and don’t you dare take those pretty eyes off me while you do."

One more sharp thrust, one more flick over her clit, and she shatters—loud, messy, clenching so fucking hard around me it drags my orgasm right out of me, hot and deep inside her.

We collapse together, sweat-slick and trembling, breathing like we just survived the goddamn apocalypse.

And when I bury my face against her neck, pressing lazy kisses into her skin, I know one brutal, unshakeable truth.

I’ve wanted her and now she’s mine.

I don’t just feel it — I know it. In my blood, in my bones, in the way my heart won’t settle unless she’s in my arms.

I lay her down gently next to me, pulling the sheet over her body like I’m shielding something precious. Her chest rises and falls against mine, still a little unsteady, and I press a kiss to her forehead. Soft. Reassuring. Like a promise I’m making without even needing the words.

But I feel it the second she tenses.

I tilt her chin up with a finger. "Baby, you okay?"

She nods, but it’s not convincing. Her mouth moves before she can stop herself. "Byron’s not gonna be happy about this."

My heart squeezes.

Damn it. I don’t want to think about her brother right now — not when she’s still warm and sweet in my arms. Not when I can still feel the way she clung to me, trusted me, gave me every part of herself without hesitation.

But it’s Byron. Her brother. My best friend.

I get it.

I brush a strand of hair away from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. "Yeah," I murmur. "I hate keeping things from him too. But maybe... maybe we just keep this between us for now. Just until we’re ready."

Her eyes soften, and she lets out a shaky breath, like I took some of the weight off her chest. "I agree," she whispers. "Since I’ve been back, he’s been... more protective. Like he’s scared to let me out of his sight."

I nod, pressing another kiss to the corner of her mouth, unable to resist. "We’ll figure it out, baby. I’m not going anywhere."

She smiles then — a real smile — and damn if it doesn’t wreck me all over again.

She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.

I shift slightly, meaning to pull her closer, but she moves too, sliding her soft, bare thigh over mine — and my cock twitches, hungry and ready like I haven’t just had the best sex of my life.