Page 22 of Twisted Collide

“Right here is fine.” The words come out breathy and full of need.

“Here?” My voice is rough and husky, the desire mounting with every second.

“Yes.”

With that, I drop her back down to her feet and pull my jacket off, placing it on the ground.

“Lie down,” I command.

I expect her to object, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sits on my jacket and leans back on her elbows, staring up at me.

With the soft glow from the moonlight, she looks like pure, innocent temptation. The kind I’m going to love to corrupt.

I drop down to my haunches and push her legs apart.

Her skirt lifts, and I’m met with a small scrap of material covering her.

Reaching my hand out, I remove it, leaving her bare to me.

“I want you,” she says.

I smile. “Patience.” I move closer, placing kisses on the exposed skin of her legs. I trail my mouth and tongue up her skin until I reach her pussy.

“Please,” she moans. I give her what she wants, closing my mouth around her clit, and sucking her.

It’s not long before she’s writhing beneath me.

“Please.”

I pull away from her. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, Hellfire.”

“Why do you keep calling me Hellfire?”

“I don’t know your name, but it seems fitting,” I say, discarding my shirt.

“If you only knew how right you were.” She laughs.

Moving off her, I unzip my pants and free my dick from the confines of my briefs.

I look down at her, meeting her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Never been sure about anything in my life.”

I hold her stare. “This is the one time you really need to be. So let me ask you again, are you sure?”

She takes a deep breath. “Yes. About this, I’m sure.”

“Thank fuck.”

Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a condom, rip the foil, and then slide it over my dick.

Running my hand from root to tip, I get myself ready before moving back between her legs.

I align myself with her core and don’t hesitate before I push in.

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