Page 82 of When Hearts Ignite

Steven slips his index finger underneath my panties and swipes from my clit to the puckered hole in the back as he strides past the darkened hallways. “You’re so wet and ready for me, darling. So fucking ready for me.”

Seconds later he slides me onto the ground and my legs wobble, my feet finding purchase on a soft carpet. My vision clears enough to realize I’m standing in the middle of his bedroom in what must be his private suite at The Orchid. A small lamp is turned on, illuminating the room in a dim glow.

“You’re fucking intoxicating. All of you.”

I take in his dark eyes, finding his attentions lasered on my face, then to my chest and my pussy, and I realize my dress is translucent, baring every dip and every curve to him, my nipples puckered and ready for his touch.

Slowly, holding my gaze to his, I unbutton my shirt dress, and slide off the fabric, which was abrasive to my skin, watching his eyes grow molten as he takes in my wet, heaving breasts, my hard nipples, my glistening body.

“Keep the panties on,” he commands as he strides closer, shedding his clothes along the way.

My breath lodges in my throat as I take in the smooth expanse of golden skin, every muscle and ridge defined, the perfect carving of his Adonis belt, and a dark smattering of hair leading to—

Oh fuck.

Steven drops his pants and takes out his raging erection, which is curved toward his stomach. It’s thick, with veins traveling up the sides and my mouth salivates, wanting to trace them with my tongue. The tip is dark red, almost purple, and wetness coats the mushroom head. It looks angry, furious even. His balls are heavy between his legs, and he grimaces as he gives his cock a nice hard tug.

More wetness seeps through my panties as I walk backward until my legs hit the bed. Our heavy breaths fill the air, an erotic soundtrack to what we’re about to do. He prowls toward me like a predator.

Hungry. Intense. Desperate.

He pushes me onto the bed as he stands in front of me so I’m eye level with his raging cock.

“Suck it. It’s upset with you for vanishing.”

Steven grabs the back of my head and pushes my face toward the angry tip, and I let out a mewl before opening my lips and drawing his turgid length in.

Inch by inch.

He hisses. “Yes, darling, take your reward. This cock is yours. Oh, my fucking God.”

His legs tremble as I dive onto his length, eagerly swallowing as much as I can handle, my tongue swirling around his salty flesh. It tastes masculine, delicious, just like the rest of him. My hands cup his heavy balls and tug gently, earning another tortured groan from those beautiful lips as my tongue swirls around the tip, tasting the pre-cum smeared all over the top.

Steven fists my hair and maneuvers my head in a rhythmic motion, guiding me into a quickening rhythm. My throat gags as his cock hits the back and I breathe through my nose and swallow, letting more inches tunnel down my throat.

“Shiiiiit.” He pants as he moves me quicker against his groin, the sound of my sucking and gagging joining his heavy breathing.

With one free hand, I grab at my breast, pinching my swollen nipple as I quicken my pace and feel him harden some more. Then I slide my fingers under my panties and touch the hard, wet nub, feeling the juices gush out of me.

“You don’t get to come until I say you can,” he growls as he pulls me off him and tosses me back on the bed like I’m a rag doll to be used for his disposal.

His eyes are wild. Untamed.

The shackles I saw binding his body before completely shatter. Instead of the coiled, unaffected businessman who is as cold as ice, the man in front of me is a vanquisher, a predator about to tear into his prey.

My heart riots in my rib cage as I feel myself getting wetter, my breasts heavier, my breathing coming in quicker pants. My legs part of their own accord as I relinquish all sense of control, ready to take whatever he wants to give me, ready to submit to his hot intentions.

He climbs above me, gripping his long, thick dick in one hand and he gets between my spread legs. He takes off my underwear and tosses it behind him.

“Beautiful pink pussy, all spread wide and glistening for me, your cum already dripping down your thighs because you’re so horny for me.”

He rubs his hard tip over my slit, my back arching at the electrifying sensations. “Fuck me, Steven. Put me out of my misery.”

“Fuck yes, darling. You’ll never be miserable with me.” His tip dips into my wet entrance, and we both hiss with pleasure.

I thrash my head on the pillow. “You’re too big.” He slides in a few more inches, the movement sending searing pleasure through me. More wetness seeps out of me. “Oh my God. It feels so good… I need everything.”

He groans as he pushes in like the invader he is. “You’re taking me so well, darling. Your pussy is so tight. It’s gripping me like it’s desperate for my cum.”

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