Page 37 of Loyalties & Longings

I feel the telltale sign of tingling in my toes, climbing rapidly. Maybe it’s because of my panting or shallow breaths, but Blaze senses when my orgasm is about to hit because he slides a finger inside me, sending me over the edge so much faster. Reaching down, I grab a fistful of his hair and cry out his name as he lets my climax wash over us. My body jerks under his tongue, my pussy clenching his finger, and he allows me to ride out themind-blowing orgasm.

It is intense, feeling like it lasts forever, but surely can’t have lasted longer than twenty seconds. Once my body stops convulsing, I am finally able to speak.

“Blaze. That was—” But he doesn’t allow me to finish as he stands, grabs a fistful of my hair, and crushes his lips against mine. His tongue thrusts forward, past my teeth, to kiss me passionately. I can taste myself on his lips, and his mouth still wet with my juices only makes me more aroused.

I would let this man do absolutely anything to me, and I have no doubt I would enjoy every moment of it. As if on cue, he grabs one of my legs at the back of my thigh and brings it up to his hip, opening me up to him and lifting me. Pushing into me, he pins me between the counter and his hard cock.

“Feel what you do to me?” He grinds against my center, and we both moan in unison, knowing only the thin layer of his pants keeps him from slipping inside me.

Releasing my hair and thigh, he shoves his pants down just enough to release his cock. It springs free with a bounce, standing at attention. He reaches for me, pulling me close before slipping his hand under the sweater I’m wearing and grabbing a handful of my breast, tweaking my nipple between his finger and thumb.

Roughly, he spins us around, lifting me so my ass is sitting on the edge of the opposite counter. I take the opportunity to reach between us and stroke his velvety length, taking my time to feel every inch of his veiny thickness. Reaching further down, I gently cup his balls in my hand, giving them a rub. Blaze growls, the deep sound resonating in his chest. He lifts the sweater high on my chest, baring me to him. He drinks my whole body in and leans down to take my nipple between his lips. My head rolls back in ecstasy. I love the damp warmth of his mouth on me.

Taking the back of my leg, he brings it up, opening me upagain. Now, nothing is separating us. I feel the heat of his tip at my entrance, and my breath becomes shallow as I wait for the impact. Blaze bites down on my nipple enough for it to slightly hurt. A groan starts to leave my mouth, and he must have been waiting for me to be distracted by another part of my body because he takes that moment to slam into me. The movement takes my groan to a flat-out cry of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Lake. You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says, setting his hip thrusts into a rhythm.

“It feels so good,” I breathe out as I try to match his pace, rocking my hips to the rhythm he set.

“I love feeling you stretch around me.”

My hands claw at his back, one scratching and the other hooked on his shoulder, pulling him in closer, urging him to fuck me harder. He does the opposite, though, slowing down his pace before slipping out of me. My inner walls clench, missing the feeling of fullness he brings.

Leaning back and resting on the counter with my elbows, I lift my feet and hold them in midair on either side of his waist, waiting for his invading thickness to fill me again. Blaze grabs my thigh with one hand, pushing back and grabbing his cock with the other, and rubs himself up and down my folds, spreading my wetness around. While slightly pushing into me, he grabs my other leg. Pushing my legs wide, he watches himself slide in and out slowly, his eyes intense and focused.

“Mmm, you feel so good around my cock, Lake. This looks so un-fucking-real, watching you stretch open wide for me. You’re taking my dick so well, like such a good girl. I love fucking you,” he strains out, lifting his eyes to meet mine.

“I love—” I bite down on my lip because I had almost said that I lovehim. And although those feelings are definitely rapidly growing, I don’t want to ruin this moment. Nothing worse than a needy stage-five clinger.

“You fucking me,” I finish.

Blaze gives me a devilish grin and brings one of his hands to his face to lick his thumb. He then presses it down on my clit and starts circling as his hips rock.

Oh fuck!

It feels amazing. My breathing becomes more erratic, the pleasure building faster the longer his thumb and cock work together to bring me right to the brink of another orgasm.

He stops his ministrations with his hand and leans all of his body weight on me. I lock my legs around his waist, enjoying his body heat that warms mine in comparison to the cold marble countertop beneath me. He is only in the position for what feels like a split second before he backs up.

Suddenly, I feel something sharp and cold pressed against my throat, bringing a slight sting of pain. I still all of my movements.

Fight or flight.

My body is frozen in place, at war with itself. My pussy clenches, and there is a heady feeling from my heart rate accelerating to a dangerous level. Would he betray my dad like this? Would he really hurt me?

Everything crashes down around me.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Blaze

Fuck!

She said I could do whatever I wanted to her, dangerous things included, but clearly, there is a line that can be crossed. I knew pulling this shit on her was a big risk, but she brings out all this sexual aggression in me. I would never fucking hurt her, but the fear in her eyes is clear, right now, she does not trust me. My body is frozen momentarily too. I don’t move the knife away from her throat, but I begin to slowly push my dick in before dragging it out of her tight, wet pussy. I wonder if I’ve totally ruined this relationship before it’s begun.

“Lake,” I say, looking into her eyes. “I will never hurt you, Siren.” I hope she sees the sincerity in my eyes. “I’d kill myself before ever fucking hurting you,” I say, yet my dumb assstillhas the knife at her throat. She continues to stare at me—silent. I still my movements again, understanding everything she isn’t saying aloud. Her throat rolls under the knife’s edge as she swallows.

I move to pull out of her pussy and take the knife away from her neck. She reacts fast as lighting, though, grabbing my wrist and holding the knife in place. The walls of her pussy squeeze around my cock harder.

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