Page 54 of Surge of Fire

He leans down and bites my shoulder, and I don’t even care that it’ll leave a mark. He bites a little harder and draws out of me, then slams back in. His teeth leave my shoulder as he keeps a tight hold on my hips, keeping my knees from crumbling under me as pleasure radiates through my body.

“Good girl,” he whispers behind me.

Which should be annoying, but my pussy tightens, loving his words.

He starts thrusting slowly at first, in and out, sending sparks exploding from my core and radiating through my body. My muscles stay tight, something he seems to be enjoying, given the grunts of enjoyment coming from him. Deep, primal sounds that make my nipples hard.

He gets harder and faster, and I move to take his thrusts each time. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the silence every time he slams into me, heightening the sensations. Hishands are vices on my hips, keeping me firmly in place no matter how hard he thrusts, and it feels damn good to be controlled like this. And then, I swear to God, he starts to swell, getting thicker inside of me until I’m squirming, caught somewhere between being uncomfortable and feeling… too good.

I throw back my head and he goes to town, so hard and fast that my vision actually goes black. Every muscle in my body tightens and my orgasm hits with all the strength of a train barreling down on me. His name slips from my lips, a strangled sound, and I feel him come, exploding inside of me.

His thrusts don’t stop for an amazingly long time as I continue to feel wave after wave of pleasure slamming into me. When I finally go to hit the ground, he comes down with me, but his cock stays firmly inside of me from behind.

Panting, I groan, “Pull out.”

He’s too big still. Too thick.

“Fuck,” he groans, shifting behind me. “I can’t.”

“Can’t?” I ask, still panting.

“Stuck.”

“Stuck?” I wiggle, but he seems to be lodged deeply inside me.

“Hell, what do we do?”

“Finish?” he asks, huskily.

I look back at him. His dark gaze is still locked on me. “You’re not finished?”

“I don’t think so.” I feel him shudder behind me.

And then he starts fucking me again. My head spins, and my body heats up as he rails me into the ground. My fingers tangle into the grass, and then I’m moaning, “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Fucking hell, Samantha,” he groans.

My chest feels warm. I like the sound of my name on his lips. I like his scent wrapped around me. I like feeling…ownedby this big man.

He works faster this time, but his hand reaches around and finds my pussy, stroking my clit while he takes me deeper and deeper. I’m practically purring. I would be if I could. Pressing my ass back against him, goosebumps erupt along my flesh.

“Hell,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering closed, and then I’m orgasming again. This time, it feels different, deeper, shooting through my body, making my nipples painfully hard.

He comes again, and I can feel him, wet and sticky inside of me, and it turns me on. I expect him to stop, but he remains swollen inside of me, starting right back up. This time, he pushes me down into the grass and grabs my legs, listing them up on both sides of my body as he kneels on his knees.

The new angle makes my mouth form into anOof surprise and pleasure. He’s rapid, efficient. He knows just how to work his huge cock to bring me the most pleasure, and my next orgasm comes as a surprise to my overstimulated body. Tears roll down my face, and I’m gasping in air, tangling my hands into the grass until I’m pulling out strands.

He comes, groaning my name, then collapses on top of me.

We’re both breathing in rhythm, and his scent is everywhere. It’s all around me. When he starts to thrust again, I whisper, “My God, how long has it been?”

His chuckle is low and sexy. “It’s not the length. It’s you. It’s your scent. It’s driving me wild, and my damn cock seems to be just as crazy. It doesn’t want to pull out of you.”

What proceeds is another ten rounds of sex from every angle he can manage without pulling out of me. I’m dripping with cum, spent, strangely comfortable beneath the big man, when he finally pulls out of me, soft, at last.

He kisses my back. My shoulder. My neck. And it’s weird how aware I am of his scent and mine, weaved together. It feels… right.

Rolling to his side, he pulls me against him so that we’re facing each other. His dark eyes meet mine, and then thoughts roll through my mind that don’t belong to me. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

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