Page 108 of The Firefighter's Fate

His hands mingle with mine – our fingers interlacing. He’s getting more forceful with his handling of my body. And I am so willingly inviting him.

And then he’s kissing my belly.

And then he’s kissing the edges of my pussy.

Then he’s kissing all around my inner thigh.

“Oh, Connor...”

He’s taking the greatest care. And yet he’s like a coiled animal...

I can’t believe this.

This... big brute of a man is being so gentle and tender and caring...

Then he’s kissing the tip of my sex.

And now I go wild.

“This is what I want,” I moan. “This is what I fantasize about every damn night.”

“Now it’s real,” the man growls from between my legs, his dark words reverberating up my spine.

His tongue dances expertly along the ridges of my pussy, drawing me in, making my legs shudder, making me go crazy for him.

Every touch of his...

Every little gentle bite with his teeth.

Every flick of his tongue.

He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he’s doing it so well. He knows me so damn well.

He knows what I want.

And he’s teasing my pleasure out of me.

All of this is for me.

“Oh, Connor...”

And then, suddenly, I’m thrown over the edge. It’s like everything is so damn hot...

Oh.

His tongue has done this to me.

I’m moaning and groaning and my legs are shaking and I just completely lose myself.

Until, eventually, I look down at Connor.

And he’s grinning.

“You bastard,” I say.

“You liked that?” he asks cheekily.

I can only bite my lip and nod enthusiastically.

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