Page 200 of Remy

I shudder.

Surrender.

“See?” He palms my chin, making me look up at him. “Your body hums when I praise you.”

“I love it,” I admit. “Just not when we’re in the middle of a high-speed car chase.”

“Duly noted.” He grins, the smug expression quickly fading. “Now spread those lips around my cock, Ollie. I want inside that pretty mouth.”

I swallow over the dryness taking over my throat and shuffle closer.

I’m tentative, moving forward slowly, watching him as he watches me. I swear to God he holds his breath.

Then I lick my lips and spread my mouth around him.

He tenses, those eyes silently praising as he allows me to get used to the novelty.

He’s hard, yet so velvety soft.

I’ve barely touched him, yet now he’s against my tongue, the liquid seeping from his tip leaving an unfamiliar taste. I hesitantly glide back and forth, each assault taking him farther, deeper, until I gag slightly.

He moans. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Pyro.”

I stiffen, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.

“Don’t misinterpret me,” he warns. “I’m not talking about the way you take my dick, ’cause God fucking knows you’ve already got me on the precipice.” He runs a soothing hand over the crown of my braid. “I’m talking about what you’re doing with us. You’re starting something that will never end.”

Good.

I continue sliding my mouth over him, humming my approval.

I can live without sex. I already have for this long. But I can’t live without him.

“You want more?” He eyes me with heated reverence.

I nod.

He growls his approval, his hand fisting my hair. “Then let me guide you.” He holds my head in place and slowly inches himself inside me. Little by little. Getting deeper. Stretching my lips farther. “Breathe through your nose.”

I do as he asks, loving the way he leads me.

He starts to fuck my mouth, the grind of his hips smooth and measured. He’s holding back. Taking it slow.

I palm the back of his thighs, digging my nails into his muscles, silently begging for more.

“Jesus,” he groans.

This time it’s me guiding him to move faster. Harder. The deep rumble emanating from his chest makes me all kinds of crazy while he thrusts with more force. Using me. Enjoying me.

“Enough.” He quits moving. “Get off your knees.”

I ignore him, sucking, licking, starved for more.

He tightens his hold on my hair. “Don’t worry, I’m not finished with your mouth. I just need to get my hands on that sweet pussy.”

Heat floods my core and I pull back, yet still I can’t quit kissing his length, licking the distended veins until his palms wrap around my upper arms and he hauls me to my feet.

He turns me to face the bed, inching close against my back. “Such a greedy little Pyro.” He unzips my dress, the heavy weight falling to pool at my feet. “What did I do to deserve you?”

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