Page 24 of Loyalties & Longings

I slip my fingers under the edges of her panties, right near the heart of her femininity. I tear the fabric right down the middle, ripping them clean off her with a growl so guttural and soul-consuming, not even I know where it comes from. Closing my eyes, I take another deep breath, knowing I’m barely holding this beast at bay.

Giving her a devilish smile, I shove her shoulders back until she is pinned against the bed before sliding back down her body, sinking my head between her legs. I dart my tongue out, dragging it in one long lap along her slit from her entrance to her clit, and she lets out a breathy moan. Fuck me. My dick is already straining against my pants, begging to get in on the action. I am going to make her explode with an orgasm so strong she won’t be able to think of anything else for days.

I dip the tip of my tongue into her sweet channel to find she is already dripping wet. I drag her moisture up with my tongue to her deliciously swollen clit. Lake lets out another moan, and I smirk.

This is going to be so fucking easy.

I trace my tongue in circles around her clit, and she starts rolling her hips, chasing her sweet release. Flattening my tongue, I run the length of it on her clit alone, and she groans even louder than before. I flick the tip of my tongue, focusing solely on her sweet spot. Her legs begin to shake, and it doesn’t take long for her whole body to start quivering under my tongue. She holds her breath, riding out the orgasm.

I run my fingers gently through her folds, up and down, exploring every crevice, starting with a feather-light touch over her clit and getting rougher as my fingers reach her opening. I move them back up, repeating the process, mesmerized byspreading her juices all over. I give her a small reprieve before hooking my hands under and around her legs, locking her in place. She isn’t going anywhere now.

I lock my lips over her clit, licking it gently before drawing it between my teeth and sucking like I’m trying to get to the sweet, juicy center of a gusher as quickly as possible without physically biting down on the candy. Lake automatically tries to buck her hips away, but I’ve got her most sensitive spot in my mouth, and she’s panting. Her body thrashes as I come so much closer to driving her to complete and utter ecstasy. With her body shaking, I grip her thighs even tighter, fingers pressing into her legs as her body starts to come undone beneath me while I keep sucking and licking simultaneously. Moments later, she screams my name in the midst of another orgasm, her entire body stiffening before completely melting, releasing the tension I didn’t even realize she’d been harboring.

“Fuck, Blaze,” she puffs out as I release her clit. Cupping her mound, I rub her bud with the heel of my hand. Her hips roll with the movement, ready to ride the wave of yet another orgasm.

“I’m keeping this sweet pussy all for myself,” I say, peppering her inner thighs with light, gentle kisses.

Lake has me so fucking hard. The sight of her spread wide in front of me and the way she comes undone is like magic. Her body responds so sweetly to my words that right when I feel as though she is moments from her next wave, I’m overcome with an innate and insatiable desire. The beast is hungry.

While still grinding my palm against her clit, I bite down on her inner thigh. It surprises me, but she cries out. It doesn’t sound pained, or maybe it does, but there is definitely pleasure laced in that cry.

I lap at her one more time, unable to control the urge, but I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her dripping wet pussyaround my cock.

Right now.

Chapter Sixteen

Lake

My mind has gone fuzzy, clouded over by the three orgasms Blaze just gave me. Experiencing mind-blowing orgasm, after mind-blowing orgasm, after mind-blowing orgasm in such quick succession has my head spinning. I’ve never been given so much as one orgasm by anyone else, let alone thethreeeuphoric ones Blaze handed out like candy at Halloween.

As my breathing becomes more regulated, he climbs up and lifts me—like I’m no more than a rag doll—to drag me up the bed with him before resting my head on his pillows. He must have removed his pants at some point because his erection rubs against my wet center as he hovers his massive body over mine, waiting for an invitation.

The anticipation is excruciating. He’s going to ravish my body again and slide his thick cock into me. No doubt he’ll blow my mind yet again. Or maybe he’ll tear me in two. It’s one or the other.

“The answer is yes.” He leans down and whispers into the space on my neck between my ear and shoulder.

I pull my head away a little so I can see his face. He smiles at me and answers the unspoken question given by my quizzical look.

“You asked if I could come with you to check out the property for your new bar. The answer is yes. Yes, I’ll come with you.”

God, he must have so much self-control to be able to think of something other than his cock being literally at my entrance and not having shoved it into me yet. Let alone for him to remember the question I asked him thirty minutes ago?

“Shit, what’s the time?” I ask, trying to reach for my cell at the side of his bed. He really does something to my mind. I don’teven remember having it on me when we came in here, let alone putting it down. That damn light is still on. I check the time on my phone. It’s still early afternoon.

“Thank God, we’ve still got about an hour and a half,” I say, relieved that I haven’t missed the appointment, nor am I running late. Somehow, I always manage to lose grasp of time, and myself for that matter, when I’m with Blaze. It’s like time isn’t an issue—everything is just him and me. A minute could be ten, or it could be an hour. It all feels the same.

Blaze tilts up his head, looking at me through his long, dark lashes. “So, we’ve got time for one of three things,” he says, looking down at me, deviousness glistening in his eyes.

I raise an eyebrow, trying to read his face to see into that beautiful, crazy, sexy mind of his.

He continues before I can deny him anything. “We can go to lunch and grab a quick bite to eat. We can just sit and chat over a drink. Or, my personal favorite, I can fuck you good and proper. You know that violent fuck you’ve been wanting?” He gives me a wink. It’s as though he knows my answer before I do as he reaches over to his bedside table, grabbing a foil square before tearing it open with his teeth and rolling the condom on. He removes his T-shirt in almost the same instant, waiting for my reply.

I roll my eyes at him, even though my insides are clenching at the thought of the last option. I could definitely use a good, hard screw. Although, I doubt he could give me the feeling I’m actually chasing.

I am positively twisted, after all.

Surely, my brain doesn’t work the same way as everyone else’s, especially when it comes to sex. The closer I am to being in danger—to death even—the more likely I am to get off, certainly faster anyway.

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