Page 40 of Scorching Lies

Squeezing her throat I keep pumping my hand until I spill out all over her face, lips, down her chin, covering her in my come.

“Look at you.” I let her go. “So fucking perfect.” My finger spreads my come over her lips, shoving my finger into her mouth. “Taste what you do to me.”

Curling her tongue around my finger, she licks my finger clean with a moan.

“Turn around.”

She follows my direction and turns on her knees, staying on the floor beneath me.

“Pull your skirt up and stockings down under your ass.”

I’m going off pure instinct right now. She’s in my bones. This woman is the keeper of my soul. A nightmare come to life. Bending down I snatch up the lighter and flick it open.

“Spread your legs.”

Her head whips around with wide dark eyes. Part of her is curious, but a bigger part of her is scared. My girl fears fire and I plan on seeing how close I can drag her to the flames before she’s begging for more.

“Face forward and put your palms on the floor.”

Kenna hesitates for a split second before doing as she’s told.

“Lay forward and show me how wet you are for me.”

Pressing her chest into the floor, she uses her fingers to reach back and spread herself open for me. She’s fucking dripping.

“So drenched for me.” I groan.

Pressing the tip up against her entrance, I press the lighter into her inner thigh, at the same time I push all the way into her. Seated deep my eyes roll with how tight she is for me.

“Fuck.” I moan. My words are low.

“Oh god.” She grunts.

Pulling her head back with my fist in her hair, my other hand takes the lighter and lights the flame again but this time I keep it lit.

“Eyes on me.” I demand.

Our gaze clashes, light vs dark, flames biting into my hand, I take the lighter and trail it up her right thigh. The opposite side that’s burned. She trembles under my touch, but with each thrust into her, she pushes back against me.

“I’m going to mark this pretty little skin.”

“It’s already scarred.” She snaps.

Moving her shirt up to expose her back, I release her hair to press her further into the floor. Her cries from the pain is music to my ears. Lighting up the flame again I press it into her back, causing a welt to form instantly just below her bra strap.

“Stop!” Her voice is cracked with moisture.

Sobs shake her chest, but my dick hardens inside her. Thrusting harder and faster her cries mix with moans until the lighter presses into her side under her ribs. Her body tenses and a scream erupts.

“Fuck, Ryker please. Please.” She chants.

Tears keep falling. My hips pound into her harder. My nails are digging into her waist.

“Fucking hell, Killer. Grip my dick with your tight little cunt.”

Lighting the fire again, I press it into her spine at the same time I slam into her again. My fingers dig into her hip drawing blood. She begs me to stop, but her ass presses deeper into me. Riding my dick and the pain at the same time. Deep down she craves this.

“Beg for more.”

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