Page 85 of Smoke and Mirrors

When his tongue is replaced by two long, thick fingers, I know I’m done for. He presses in me slowly, making me squirm. The fire has already been lit, and he’s about to pour kerosene on top.

At first, he moves slowly, in and out, allowing them to become slick. Then he speeds up, I try to match him thrust for thrust, but I’m failing. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that will create the explosion my body’s aching for.

It isn’t a slow build.

It hits me full force, and I cry out his name. My knees shake, and I struggle to breathe. Sweat forms on my brow as I arch my back, riding through the orgasm, my muscles twitching as the aftershocks come, wave after wave.

“This what you want?” he asks, his breath blowing across my wetness and sending a shiver of delight up my spine.

“Yes,” I gasp loudly.

He laps at me before pausing again. “You want more?”

“I want everything. I want you. I want all that you are,” I tell him, my breath catching.

His lips brush my lower spine as he leans over me. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know. Because you aren’t them.”

He stills for a moment at my words like he’s considering them like suddenly at this moment, he’s finally seeing.

“Fuck,” he groans softly, and I feel him pushing off the sofa and standing. “Get up.”

I push myself up on shaky arms, turning my head to look at him. He’s already disposed of his track pants, and his long, thick cock is standing at attention, saluting me. Guess every part of this man is a damn soldier.

He holds out his hand to me, and I take it. He pulls me to my feet, my panties falling to the floor as I step over to him. He wraps one arm around my body to help my wobbly legs. I look up at him, my mouth falling open slightly as I still struggle to breathe.

He brings his other hand up to cup my face, his eyes floating into me as though he’s trying to share his soul with me. “You’re right. I’m not them.”

My lips turn up in a smile.

“I know what you’re trying to do, to show me you’ll accept that part of me they created. But you don’t have to.” My heart races. “Because that man, from now on, will be reserved for them. They will be the ones to feel his hatred and anger, and anyone who tries to get in my way.”

I wrap my arms around his torso and press a soft kiss to the middle of his defined chest. We stay like that for a few minutes, our heated bodies pressed against each other.

“Now, I’m gonna fuck you as I want,” he says, his tone torturing me with anticipation.

He bends, his hands going to the back of my thighs as I clutch onto his body. He turns and backs up, dropping onto the sofa with me sitting over him, his beautiful cock bumping against my clit as we land.

I moan, digging my fingernails into his skin. Moving my hips unconsciously, I hope to find that same feeling again. He chuckles as his cock slips through my wet lips.

“Kace…” I moan, leaning my head forward and tucking it into the crook of his neck.

He reaches between us, and I lift slightly as he positions his cock at my entrance.

“You’ve got me all fucking wound up. This is gonna be hard and fast. I need you.”

“Please…” is all I mutter before he grabs my hips and slowly sinks me onto him. I groan the whole way until he settles entirely inside me, stretching and filling me to my max.

“Ride me,” he growls deep in his throat, almost as though he’s struggling to stay in control.

I do so instantly, lifting my hips slowly. I take a deep breath and drop back down, the slap of our skin filling the air.

“Fuck!” he swears, his fingers digging into my hips. He turns his head, and I meet him halfway, our mouths colliding in desperation to be closer. We move together, him guiding me, our upper bodies pressed tightly against each other and quickly becoming slick with sweat.

I tilt my head back as his pace begins to quicken, and he latches onto my neck, sucking and biting, the small amount of pain electrifying my body. He slowly pushes us to the side, one hand on my back as he lowers me down, his body looming over me as he continues to drive harder and deeper. Dipping his head, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. I thread my fingers through his short hair, holding him in place, knowing my body is about to detonate into a million pieces.

He moves to the other side, offering the small bud just as much attention. I arch my body off the seat allowing him to plow deeper inside and earning me a groan in appreciation. The vibration is just what I need, and for a few seconds, I feel almost as though I’m floating. Bolts of electricity flow through my veins, sending signals of ecstasy straight to my brain.

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