Page 40 of Striking Heat

“Do you ever wear underwear?” he asks. “Or just not tonight?”

I smirk at him and shrug. “Not always.”

“So now when I see you, I’m going to have to wonder if you have any on.”

I giggle. “You don’thaveto wonder if I’m wearing underwear, you know.”

He smirks. “Oh, I’m going to wonder.” He lowers his mouth to my pussy, looking up at me, asking for permission.

I nod and he dives in, and I push off the bed as our eyes meet.

“I like how responsive you are,” he tells me.

I don’t have a second to respond to him. He’s back to nipping and licking at my folds. Slowly, one and then two fingers are inserted into me while he continues to lick. I’m panting and grabbing at the comforter. Feeling myself reaching my release, I place my hands on his head and pull him into me, holding his head just where I need him to be. My legs begin to shake, and I see stars as I come. He laps up all of my juices before coming up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

Danny has his full weight lying on me as he kisses me, his rock-hard cock pressing right where I need him to be. It’s making me ache just feeling the size of him right there. I tilt up and he smirks.

“Please,” I moan as I circle my clit over the bulge of his boxers.

“Please what, princess?” he asks me.

“Please just fuck me already.”

“I’ve wanted you to say that to me for so long.” He grins and reaches over to the bedside table. The drawer opens with a squeak, and he pulls out a gold wrapper. “Now, ask me nicely and I just might.”

I swat his shoulder. “I did.”

He leans down and kisses my lips while removing his boxer shorts. It’s then that I get a glimpse of his cock. He’s massive. I lick my lips at the sight of him.

“I want to lick it.” It comes out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

He looks at me and laughs. “Maybe another time. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

“You are the first guy I have ever known to turn down head.”

He chuckles. “I’m not like other guys.”

He’s got that right.

He gets up once the condom is rolled on and stands at the edge of the bed. He gently guides me so that I am lying on my stomach over the edge of the bed. He bites at my shoulder and enters me from behind. I never knew that I liked this position, but how deep inside me he gets is enough to have me moaning his name. I sound like I belong in a porno.

He continues to bite at my shoulder and kiss on my neck while I hold on to the hand he’s placed by my shoulder. From the deep angle he keeps hitting, I know I won’t last long. And it doesn’t take long before I can feel that pressure building. But he keeps pounding in and out of me. I come around him and he moans my name, but we’re not done yet.

He withdraws and I moan at the loss of him.

Danny is no longer behind me; instead, he’s guiding me over to the window seat in his room. I don’t bother to look out, but I narrow my eyes at him.

“No one can see in. The windows are frosted.”

He sits down on the window seat and pulls me on top of him, slowly guiding me down his cock. Once I’m all the way settled, he pulls the shirt over my head and frees my breasts from my pale blue bra.

“I was wondering when you were finally going to take that off,” I tease him.

“You could have pulled it off.” He bites at my nipple, and I moan in response. “You don’t seem to mind the order in which I do things.” He guides me up and down his cock.

I move slowly at first and then pick up the pace, squeezing and gripping his cock tighter each time. I can already feel myself falling over the edge. I grip at his shoulders and bite my lip to keep from screaming.

“Don’t hold back. Just fucking let go,” he grits out. “Oh god, Mac.”