Page 18 of Burn With Me

No fucking thank you.

But Ginny’s pussy?

As far as they go—and I’ve seen a lot—is what I consider perfect.

Small and pink, the clit enlarged and peeking up fromunder the hood. Wet. Soverywet, shining with her arousal, and she hasn’t even touched herself yet.

Her cheeks are flushed and she starts to squirm the longer my eyes are glued to her cunt. “I told you to stop being embarrassed. Show me what you like. I wish to see what makes you feel good.”

Slowly, her hand drifts down her body, nails lightly scraping her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Even though her voice is soft, her tone bites as she says, “It’s not like I can just turn off the embarrassment. This is extremely vulnerable.”

There’s that fiery attitude.

A smirk plays across my lips even though she can’t see it. “It’s just us, Little Ember. There’s no one else here to see this spectacular sight. If I had it my way, no one else would get to see this again. This view would beminefor the rest of eternity.”

Women love to hear this shit in the moment. Waxing poetic about all the ways you want to keep them and make them yours forever. You don’t have to mean it, most of them just want to hear it in the bedroom.

Ginny is no different.

A little moan escapes her lips as they part, her teeth biting into the bottom one. Her fingers find her clit and circle slowly, before she dips a middle finger down between her lips and smears her arousal around that little bud.

My cock is painfully hard, but I refrain from touching myself because she hasn’t given me permission. Usually, I wouldn’t listen to the rules, but there’s something about this entire situation that is really doing it for me and I don’t want to fuck it up.

When she lifts her finger, a trail of wetness extends and the sight of it makes my mouth water. What I wouldn’t give at this moment to delve between her legs and lap it up with my tongue. “Youdolike being watched. Does it make you feel like a dirty girl? All I want to do right now is slam my cockinto you and fill you with cum. Does that make you feel powerful?”

“Yes,” she moans as her hips lift against her fingers. Continuing to circle them, her other hand drifts to her breast and I blow out a breath as she pinches her nipple through the lace trim of her slip. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

Her middle finger slides down and my teeth find my bottom lip as it disappears into her slick entrance while her thumb continues to rub at her swollen clit. “As badly as I do, I won’t. Tonight is about bringing one ofyourfantasies to life.”

“What if my fantasy is to do this while I get to watch you do the same?” Her head tilts to the side as she continues to play with herself, growing more comfortable with every passing second.

“If I take my cock out right now, there won’t be any watching. I’ll break all the damn rules and there will be sucking, fucking, and coming inside that sweet cunt. But there sure as fuck won’t be any watching.”

She throws her head back with another moan as she pushes a second finger inside, stretching that tight passage around her petite digits. “I like it when you talk like that.”

“I’ll bet you do, you dirty little slut.” The second the words leave my mouth, she stills. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of the room, the moment frozen in time.

“I don’t like that.” Her tone is hard as the hand that was playing with her breast pushes up into her hair.

“Okay,” I say softly. “I’m sorry. Dirty girl is alright, though?”

I’veneverapologized once in the bedroom. I’ve never had to. Hell, I don’t apologize in general, and actually mean it.

But I find myself wanting to fix the moment I’ve ruined with a simple phrase.

She doesn’t respond. Her eyes are closed tightly and wherever she’s taken herself in her mind—she’s no longer here. The hand between her legs falls away to her side and she wipes it on her slip.

“Scarlett–” Pushing up off my knees, I get off the couch and take a step closer to her.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m sorry. That’s what this is, right? Finding out what I like and don’t like?” When she removes her hand from her hair, I can see that her eyes are glassy.

My erection diminishes. Feelings and emotions don’t belong in the bedroom. But here? This situation makes me realize that if our arrangement continues, there’s a possibility of this happening a lot.

The sudden need to gather her in my arms is overwhelming.

It’s a foreign feeling, the sharp sting in my chest as her tears start to fall. She sits up, pulling her knees to her chest as she wraps her arms around them and lays her cheek against their smooth surface. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” I tell her, though anger is coursing through my veins. Not because I’m upset that the moment is ruined. But becausesomeoneis the cause of this reaction she’s having. Phrases like that don’t make you cry unless they’ve been directed at you in a negative way.

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