Page 60 of Fated for his Flame

“Silas, please,” she begged, wiggling her hips suggestively. “Stop teasing and give it to me.”

I was in control, however, and I made her wait another thirty seconds, basking in the pouting and unrestrained arousal in her face. Somehow, I grew just a tiny bit harder.

Then it was time. I could wait no longer, and she was on the verge of coming once more.

In one smooth, deliberate motion, I thrust forward, burying a full half of my cock in her pussy.

Chloe’s eyes flew open, her lips parted, and every muscle in her body tensed at the same time. She began to tremble, and a long, drawn-out cry was torn from her lips as she came right then and there from the simple act of penetration because of how long I’d spent teasing her, leaving her on edge.

She convulsed, and for a moment, her eyes rolled back into her head as she cursed and swore.

Just as she was finishing, I withdrew and then slid in deeper. She cried out again, but that time as I paused, she used her leverage on the lounger and pushed her ass back toward me, capturing the rest of my cock, stretching her pussy to its max, at least according to her.

“Fuck me now. Hard. Like you promised,” she gasped. “Make my body shake. Please. I need it.”

I growled, releasing her hair, and grabbing her hips with both hands. There was no way she could overpower my strength. Lifting gently, I straightened my legs and lifted her off the ground. I usually had my legs bent to fuck her from behind, but now, I straightened them, while her feet dangled.

Then I thrust hard. Her entire body shook. She cried out. I did it again. And again. Her legs bounced wildly against my body. Her breasts went back and forth. My balls slapped against her pussy from underneath with each thrust. She cried out, something about feeling them slap her clit.

Everything became a blur. All I could recall was thrusting as hard and fast as I could into her, over and over and over. She came. And came again. There was at least one more, but after that, her words began to slur. She was drooling, which only made me harder, which only made her drool more as she lost control of her body.

But never once did she tell me to stop.

It was too much. I could hold back no longer. With a roar, my cock swelled once more as pressure built. I was going to explode.

“Fuck me!” Chloe cried out. “Don’t stop.”

I think she came, too. I don’t know. The orgasm that had been building erupted from my legs, assaulting my mind in white-hot ecstasy that flooded her. I could feel it pumping into her with every stroke, and she screamed so loud I was sure someone would come check on us or tell us to shut up.

But they didn’t. Nobody disturbed us as I slowed my torrid thrusting and finally withdrew. Almost immediately, cum dripped from her pussy down her leg. But she didn’t care. Instead, we collapsed to the ground in a pile. Cleanup could wait. Right then, we needed to catch our breaths as our lungs heaved and fell.

Time passed. I didn’t know nor care how much. But eventually, I recovered my breathing enough to stand up.

“I’m going to shower,” Chloe said. “Then take a nap.”

“Sounds good. I’ll join you, then I’m going to go buy you that bikini but in red. I like what it does.”

She laughed, and somehow, we climbed to our feet and got in the shower. I toweled her dry, and she did the same to me, smiling and playing grab-ass as we went.

But once she hit the oversized plush bed, her eyes closed almost instantly. I stayed and watched for a minute. She was perfect.

How could nobody else see that?

My lips pulled back in a silent snarl, bearing my teeth. It didn’t matter if nobody else saw what I saw in her. I knew if anyone else touched her going forward, I would kill them. I no longer cared what it would cost me as long as I had her.

She was mine.

Chapter Thirty

Chloe

The door closed behind him. My eyes popped open, and I lay there on the bed, waiting to make sure he wasn’t going to return.

But he was gone for the next thirty minutes or so. The bikini he’d bought for me was at a shop off the resort. I had time.

I flopped onto my back, staring at the smooth ceiling, with its white plaster and crown-molded sides. A large five-bladed fan spun lazily directly above me, helping circulate the warm salty ocean air.

Get up. Get moving. You have a duty to perform.

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