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Blaze

The breathy little sounds she makes as I pour everything into the kiss drive me to insanity, shooting straight to my aching cock.

We might be in the privacy of the bathroom, but we're still at the clubhouse; any one of the guys could decide to come down here and end up knocking on the door, but not even that would force my lips away from this gorgeous girl.

Nothing short of a natural disaster could tear me away from her.

Patience.

I've waited long to touch her. I can't fucking let it all end with a few gropes and caresses. No matter how much my hard dick pleads for relief, leaking endlessly behind the fly of my jeans.

No, I will take my time and touch her in the way I've wanted to for days. Kiss her until she wants me as desperately as I want her. The location doesn't matter.

Nothing matters at this moment but her. Nothing ever will.

Ingrid is panting when I pull back from the kiss, her lips swollen and eyes glassy with need.

“I want to find them,” I breathe against her lips, kissing her softly before pulling back.

“Every single person who ever told you that you are anything less than stunning.

I want to find them all, and I'll bring them to their knees.

I'll kill them all for the lies they told you.”

Her breath hitches. “You don't mean that.”

“I never say anything I don't mean.”

She shuts her eyes, a shudder running through her body. “I...I don't know what to say. How to act. I've never done anything like this before.” Her eyes open and lock with mine, the blue and brown shimmering under the moonlight. “I've never done this with anyone before.”

A virgin . Jesus Christ.

It is unreal, that someone as beautiful as this girl has gone this long without anyone claiming her. My heart races at the thought of being her first—and last because there is no fucking way in hell I'm letting another man anywhere near her.

Mine.

“You don't need to do anything,” I say roughly, my hand tightening possessively on her hips.

“Just let me pleasure you, angel.” I breathe against her lips, leaning down until our foreheads are touching.

“Let me kiss every inch of this perfect body until it's singing, begging for release.” My eyes drop to her sexy tits pushing up against the neckline of her yellow dress.

She inhales sharply when I reach behind her and tug down her zipper, her eyes on mine as the sleeves fall and the bodice pools around her waist, revealing her naked breasts.

They are small and firm, just the right size for my palm, with small pink nipples that make my mouth water.

Unable to resist the desperate need to touch her, I brush the back of my hand over her breasts, watching her nipples pebble under my caress.

Her eyes widen with surprise as if she didn't expect it to feel this way, and it is such a fucking turn-on knowing I'm the first guy to touch her, to pleasure her.

Her last too.

Her lips puff open on a whimper when I cup her breast and pinch her nipples. My greedy mouth is back on hers, stroking into it like a starved animal before breaking the kiss to lick a path down her throat, scraping my teeth down her skin and drinking up her reaction.

“Blaze,” she cries out, back arching when I bury my face against her breast, sucking the pink bud into my hungry mouth, lapping at it until she's sobbing, hips rocking forward. “Oh God... I c-can't—”

“Fuck,” I growl as I sip at her soft skin, losing myself in her texture like she's a drug. Not that I expected any less. Ingrid is turning me into a dangerous addict, and I'm helpless to stop it.

“Oh my God,” she sobs, burying her hands into my hair when I shift to the other breast, grazing the sensitive bud with my teeth before licking the sting away.

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” I growl, sliding my hand up her thighs and peeling her panties down to her knees before tearing them completely off her.

I drop down to my knees on the hard tile, which puts me at eye level with her wet, pink heaven.

Fuck, she's aroused.The hottest pussy I’ve ever seen glistens with her arousal, and my mouth waters for a taste.

“Blaze, w-what are you doing?” She whimpers, her beautiful eyes wide with a mix of surprise and lust when I lean in and brush my lips over her thighs.

“Kissing you,” I breathe against her skin, trailing my lips up the inside of her thigh.

I'm practically panting when I catch the soft scent of her arousal.

“I promised to kiss every inch of this body.” She smells like peaches, sweet and tangy, and I would bet my favorite bike that she tastes just as sweet.

“I... Blaze… What?”

My fingers tighten on her hips when she attempts to close them.

“Are you going to let me pleasure you, angel? Are you going to sit there and let me taste every inch of this pussy until I’ve cleaned up all this mess you are making?

” I lean in to tease her feminine lips with my tongue, making her jolt.

I groan as her flavor floods my mouth, and I grow desperate for more.

I pull back to meet her eyes, those beautiful multicolored irises bright with need. “Tell me you want that.”

Her lips part on a shuddering breath, her face flushed. “I...I want it. Want you.”

“Then be a good girl and open wider for Daddy,” I growl, and her eyes flare.

“Let me touch you, baby.” With her eyes locked on mine, Ingrid falls back against the mirror above the counter, propping a hand on the counter near her hip as she shyly lifts one leg to drape over my shoulder, exposing her pussy to me, and I don't give her a second to rethink her decision before I bury my face between her thighs.

“Oh, God!” She nearly jolts off the counter when I start eating her pussy like a starved man. I should take it slow, ease her into this, but fuck, I can't get enough of her intoxicating taste. All sugar and salt. Sweet. Smooth. Untouched. Mine .

“Mine!” I growl, pressing my fingers on her hip before dragging the flat of my tongue over her wet valley. She sobs brokenly when I bat her clit with the tip of my tongue, her pussy flooding with moisture as I tease the sensitive bud.

“Yes, oh God,” she whines, burying her fingers through my hair once more and rocking her hips over my eager tongue. Her breath saws in and out as she rides my mouth.

“Say it!” I growl against her pussy, my eyes locking with hers.

She blinks at me, those beautiful eyes turned glassy and unfocused. “W-what?”

“You are mine,” I demand possessively, sawing my tongue over her wet pussy and watching her eyes roll back. “You belong to only me, Ingrid. Say it!”

“Yours,” she sobs, her tits shaking as her breath grows choppy. I lick her clit, my tongue moving faster over the swollen nub as I drink in every pleasured sound she makes.

“Again.”

“Yours,” she cries out, seemingly lost in pleasure. “Only yours, Daddy.”

Fuck!

My dick grows impossibly harder in my cock, jerking against my fly and I damn near shoot in my pants.

Her words seem to set something feral—possessive in me.

With a guttural growl, I wrap my lips over the tight nub, sucking hard on the bead and that sets her off.

Her back arches off the fuel tank with a sob as a rough shudder breaks through her body.

Her pussy pulses roughly against my tongue as she orgasms and fuck, it's a beautiful sight.

Under the moonlight, she looks like a fucking angel.

Her hair falling back and away from her face and that beauty mark she's always hiding exposed by the vanity light over the mirror.

Fuck, I want to see it again. I want to see her come apart in my arms. Give her a first over and over again until every intimate memory she has is of me.

She whines when I rub a thumb over her oversensitive clit and lower, lapping at her virgin hole.

Her surprise morphs into pleasure as I eat her out, pleasuring her sex skillfully with my tongue and thumb until she's sobbing, and it doesn't take long before she's climaxing again, flooding my tongue with her orgasm.

Her pussy clenches hard around my tongue, her tits shaking with every heave of her breath.

Tiny tremors rock through her system when I finally get to my feet and settle between her open legs. I quickly unzip my pants, groaning when my fist closes around my throbbing cock.

I'm not going to last long. I know this. Not when I can still taste her flavor on my tongue and feel her soft body pressed against mine.

“Fuck!” I growl, fucking my fist like an animal, and it only takes three tugs and an image her pussy wrapped around my cock before my climax digs its fierce claws into my gut and I am release thick ropes of come all over her thighs and pussy, marking her with my scent and seed like some wild animal.

I feel like one.

Ingrid robs me of my control. With those beautiful eyes and that perfect body, she transforms me into someone I barely recognize.

Tension releases from my muscles, and I fall forward, bracing myself over a handlebar.

“Fuck,” I say again, my breath coming out in short pants.

Ingrid is quiet for a long time, and I don't know what she's thinking until I feel tentative hands move to my shoulder, slowly circling to my back.

It takes a few moments before she wraps her arms firmly around me then drops her head on my shoulder.

For several long minutes, we stay locked in an embrace and neither of us says a word to the other.

Her naked breasts press against my chest have my semi-hard cock thickening once more, but I ignore it.

With reluctance, I pull away just far enough to reach the hand towel and use it to wipe her and myself clean, not bothering to redress either of us when I’ve finished.

Instead, I pull her back into my embrace and encourage her to rest her head on my shoulder once more.

She doesn’t protest and slowly wraps her arms around my back.

When she finally sits up to look at me, I bring my clean hand to her hair and brush it back before leaning in and pressing my lips to her birth mark. “You are not allowed to hide this beautiful spot from me,” I say firmly, and watch with alarm as her eyes fill up with tears. “Ingrid—”

“I need to go,” she whispers, nudging me back before climbing off the counter. “I’m sorry.”

“Ingrid—”

“I...I have work tomorrow,” she says hurriedly, straightening her dress and fixing her hair. I've got a client on the other side of town tomorrow morning. “I...I should go home and prep, and get some sleep... I...”

“Hey.” I grasp her elbow to stop her, surprised by the emotions I read on her face. “Hey,” I try again, my voice gentler this time. “What's wrong?”

She shakes off my hold. “Nothing. I just need to go. It's already too late.”

“Ingrid—”

“Please let me leave,” she says, and I watch with anguish as the welling tears finally spill. I never imagined I would be moved by tears, and yet, here I am, standing powerless in front of Ingrid, each of her tears like a knife to the gut. “Please.”

Fuck!

“Okay, let me give you a ride.”

“No.” She shakes her head stubbornly. “I'll call an Uber. My phone...” She looks around and realizes that she must have left it back on the roof.

Ingrid runs a hand through her hair, and I can tell she doesn't want to go back up there.

She hugs her arms, closing herself off, and I take that as a cue to give her space.

“Wait here, I'll get your things for you.”

She flashes me a tearful, worried look. “Please don't tell Jade. I'll...text her. Later.”

I nod and walk back up to the roof. The cookout is still going strong, and I manage to grab Ingrid's things and my jacket without anyone noticing.

Ingrid is shuffling nervously when I get back to the bathroom. Her eyes are dry now, and she seems to have calmed herself when I hand over her things. “Thank you,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes. “I'm sorry. I...I have to go.”

“Wait,” I call out when she starts waking away from me, and I have to force myself not to reach for her.

Don't let her leave. Everything in me yells to keep this girl close to me, but something tells me I've already pushed her too far tonight.

Patience.

I need to be patient. I can't expect to undo years of insecurity in a single night. So I'll let her go tonight. This time, I'll let her leave.

“Take this.” She shakes her head but doesn't say a word when I step forward and drape the jacket over her shoulders. “It’s cold out, so don't take it off.” I don’t add that wearing a jacket with a Steel Rebel patch will also provide her a level of protection from anyone who sees it.

I don’t want to scare her or risk her taking it off.

Without another word, she turns around and hurries off, disappearing down the stairs.

I run a hand through my hair and force deep calming breaths in and out before going after her.

I wait in the first-floor bar and watch through a window as her Uber arrives and she climbs in.

Then I race to the garage and jump behind the wheel of the truck to slowly follow behind.

I’d rather be on my bike, but I don’t want to risk her hearing it and knowing that I’m following her.

I drive behind the car, parking down the street when they pull up outside her apartment building. Ingrid climbs out and walks to the entrance where she stops, as if feeling my gaze on her. She looks around, but I'm well-hidden, and if she sees me, she doesn’t let on.

Everything in me wants to go after her, but I stay in the shadows even hours after she's turned off her light.

I am in love with Ingrid. I always imagined love to be pure, clean, and light.What I feel for Ingrid is anything but. It's dark and dangerous. Possessive. Feral. All consuming.

I would do anything to make her mine. To keep her.