Page 53 of Burn With Me

Ginny swallows thickly, brazenly standing again to unwrap the towel from her body. I can only stare as her naked skin is exposed, my Adam's apple bobbing hard as she bares herself to me. My eyes travel down between the valley of her breasts, over the flesh of her stomach, and finally settle on her naked pussy that’s almost at my eye level.

She’s like a monarch butterfly in a chrysalis—just as it’sbecome transparent and you can see the colorful wings showing through. Gone is the caterpillar. Something even more beautiful in its place.

Her confidence.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I murmur as my hands find her hips again. My eyes never leave her swollen center as I push her back to the bed. She widens her legs, causing a low moan to escape my throat as she leans back on her elbows and offers herself to me.

Her cheeks are like glowing cherries as I lick my lips. “I’ll bet you taste just as good as you look.”

“Why don’t you have a taste and find out?” She’s channeling Scarlett with every passing second. My instruction at the club is paying off.

“Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.”

“Men appreciate confidence.”

“Fuuuuuck,” I moan, wasting no time to lift her legs over my shoulders. Leaning down, I swipe my tongue up her drenched slit, flicking her clit when I get to the top. Her hips lift to meet my face, wanting more, as her head presses back into the bed, and a gasp is wrenched from her chest.

“Fucking divine,” I whisper against her.

Ginny’s hands rake through my hair as my mouth encloses around her. Long, languid strokes as my tongue caresses her core, dipping the tip into her before moving back to flick against her clit. My fingers press into her inner thighs as I pull her wider, moaning against her slick center.

“Jackson,” she whimpers, rotating between pulling me closer and pushing me away. But with every push, I fight against her and attack her lower body with more fervor. Her breathy moans grow with every stroke of my tongue as I eat her out with an unbridled passion.

Licking and sucking, grazing my teeth so gently that she cries out for more. “Harder,” she begs.

“Fuck, Ginny, you’re gonna make me come in my fucking pants if you keep talking like that.” My cock is rock solid,weeping to be close to her. Ready to sink into her warm depths.

She looks down between her legs, gripping my hair roughly as she pushes my face back toward her pussy. Grinning against her, I attack her clit again, sucking harder, as she asked. Her feet press against my back, and I’m not even concerned about breathing as she holds me to her with impressive strength—her body beginning to shake with her impending orgasm.

“Jackson, I’m gonna come!” she whispers to my ceiling.

I’ve never been more turned on by a woman than I am right now. My mouth closes around her as I moan loudly, sending vibrations ricocheting through her center. Her limbs seize up, and her hands tighten painfully in my hair as her mouth opens in a silent scream while she climaxes. I watch her with raw want as her hips ride my face through it, and I gladly continue to work my mouth against her until it becomes too much, and she gently pushes me away.

Chuckling, I begin to climb up her body, mouth and chin glistening with her cum. Chest heaving for air, her foot darts out to catch my shoulder, and she pushes me back, sitting up as she does.

“What are you doing? I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her, reaching to remove her foot.

Quickly, she stands, knocking me back to sit on my feet. Staring up at her with frenzied lust, I watch as she smirks, reaching for the clothes I laid out for her on the corner of my bed. “You look good on your knees, Jackson,” she says breathlessly. “You should get on them more often.”

My mouth drops open in surprise as she slips back into the bathroom, changing into her pants and my shirt before she walks back out, passing me without another word but throwing me a wink as she exits my bedroom.

“What the fuck just happened?” I ask myself out loud. Bewildered that she just fucked my face and left me, yet again, with another raging erection.

Speechless, I remain glued to my spot instead of chasing after her.

“Have a good night!” she yells from downstairs just before the elevator lets off a ding, signaling she’s leaving.

I don’t know whether to be pissed or proud.

Ginny

All I wanted to do last night after Jackson gave me the best orgasm of my life was crawl to the head of his bed, wrap myself in his silk sheets, and take a nap.

But the look on his face was oh-so worth leaving and going home instead.

Strangely, I’d been excited to tell my stranger about it—about how I took control and asked for what I wanted. Okay, well, I didn’t necessarily ask, but I kinda did.

However, when I got to Désirer last night, I was told that he had to cancel our entire weekend—no note from him, no message. Just the booker telling me I was free to do as I wished.

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