Page 213 of The First Taste

When he pulls his black t-shirt over his head, exposing the ripped muscles that stretch under his skin, my mouth waters. When he reaches down to unbutton his jeans and step out of them, I can’t tear my eyes away. And when his massive cock twitches and throbs freely between his legs as he stands up, I begin to question every moment that’s led up to this.

He’s huge. Long and thick and so raw and ready that I have the sudden urge to flee.

My eyes dart behind Burn, wondering how far I’ll have to run to get home.

Before I can sit up, Burn sinks to his knees in front of me, his fingers grabbing my panties and sliding them down my thighs quickly, before delving down, his mouth landing squarely on my pussy, his lips engulfing my clit with his hot wet mouth. I gasp in surprise, my voice carrying up into the trees.

He moans with pleasure and I lean back, all thoughts of escape completely gone.

His mouth sucks and nibbles at my clit, leaving me writhing in pleasure beneath him. His own moans seem to add to the intensity, knowing he’s enjoying what he’s doing turns me on even more. I open my thighs, welcoming him in as he pulls every ounce of pleasure out of my body.

“Burn, fuck,” I moan, my fingers sinking into his hair, my hips grinding up into his mouth. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers diving into my pussy and leaving me shuddering as the pressure builds to a raging force.

Just before I explode, he eases away and murmurs in my ear. “God, I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”

He leans down, his lips crashing into mine again.

And then, he does what I’ve been waiting for for way too long.

He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t go slow.

He doesn’t hesitate for a fucking second.

He knows I’m ready.

Before I can even take another breath, he slides the head of his cock inside of me.

When he stops, he looks up at me quizzically, his dark eyes cutting right through me.

“Talia?”

“Do it. Fucking do it. Please, Burn, fuck me.”

Slowly, he shakes his head. For a hot second, I think he might refuse.

“Unfuckingbelievable, Talia,” he mutters, before pushing his hips forward.

My eyes widen with surprise at the pain and I yelp.

He leans down, kissing me again, his mouth swallowing up my whimper, his tongue twirling hotly with mine.

He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, and thrusts forward, breaking through completely and sliding into me entirely.

I cry out but he only kisses me harder, his mouth grinding into mine as he holds me in place, the scorching heat of the pain seeming to rip through my body.

He growls, his hot throbbing cock twitching against the walls of my pussy.

He breaks the kiss and stares down at me with a storm of desire swirling in his eyes.

“Shh, you got this,” he whispered, shifting his hips. “Just relax.”

I nod, taking a deep breath. And then another. When he senses me relaxing, he begins to slowly move again.

The burn of the pain envelopes me with a hot, stinging heat that I’m sure will take every ounce of consciousness from my body, but just as I think I’m about to crash over the edge, Burn reaches down and begins to gently, but firmly, massage my clit.

“Ah!” I cry out.

“There you go, good girl,” he growls. The combined assault of his cock inside of me for the first time, the burning of the sudden stretching and fullness, the intense shocks of pleasure and pain rocking through me from his touch, send my body exploding in hot waves of intensity that leaves me shuddering in his lap.