Page 38 of Burn for Me

She had to be.

There was no way she was shaving to impress the fucking pony.

Watching her had my dick pressing at the front of my trousers, desperate to break free. I rubbed my hand against it, remembering the heat between her thighs. Every little tremordeep in her cunt had emanated outward and twitched against the head of my cock. Sinking into her had been the only thing on my mind, how her hot, wet, heat would have welcomed me.

Pulling my cock free, I stroked down its length, shuddering while I stared at my girl. Her tits were shiny with the bath water and gleaming in the low light. I wanted to pinch the dark pink nipples that sat just above the water, twist them until tears sprung in her eyes.

A strangled noise made its way up my throat. Focusing my hand on the head of my cock, I imagined climbing into the bath and sinking my hips to her mouth, watching those plump lips swallowing me down. Would she be a good girl and take it all? Or would I have to coax each inch into her, delighting in every cough and gag?

My balls tensed when she put down the razor and slipped a hand between her thighs.

Oh my little spark, you know your fingers aren’t going to do what mine will.

I knew because my hand was a poor replacement for the feel of her body writhing against me.

Her head tipped back as she pressed her fingers into her cunt. I wanted to chop every one of them off with my axe just so I could be the only one who could please her.

Mine.

All fucking mine.

The world tilted as I fucked my fist, watching Laura trying to elicit the same feelings I’d teased out of her. My breath caught when I came, hot cum squelching between my fingers with every rough stroke of my hand. I keptgoing until the sensitivity was too much, determined to leak every drop for my sweet Laura.

The window fogged where my breath heated it, and Laura glanced up, shrieking before grabbing a towel from the rail and pulling it into the bath to cover herself up.

I laughed behind my broken mouth.

If only she’d seen what I’d done for her.

I held up my hand, her eyes widening at the white liquid dripping from my fingers.

Next time, it’d be inside her.

TWENTY-ONE

Laura

Muffin trailed after me, both of us stepping over the exposed rocks as we made our way to the cottage. The gentle clop of his hooves made my shoulders relax, his nearness like a soothing balm.

The bathroom window glinted in the low evening sun, reminding me of Phoenix watching me bathing. After him being pressed up against me all night, his fingers thrust into my underwear, him watching me shouldn’t have been a shock. The watching wasn’t even the worst of it. He’d held up his hand and shown me exactly what he’d been doing.

Disgusting.

And maybe just a little bit hot.

If a man had ever been so overcome at the sight of me he needed to masturbate, I’d certainly never been privy to the information. Didn’t he see my imperfections? It was one thing to want a warm body in the dark of night, but a whole other to see them in the light of day and touch yourself.

God dammit, Laura, you’re fucking crazy. He’s a psycho.

Or maybe I was. Because seeing his cum dripping from his fingers made me wish I could lick it off. Only for one insane moment, but the thought had been there.

It was like being near him possessed me with some sort of carnal demon. I wasn’t like that.

I was…

Well. Who was I? Even if I made it home I wouldn’t be the woman who my mother dragged reluctantly into society life. There would be no parties to arrange, no family to try and impress. No fiance. Nowhere to call home. I’d likely be met with pity. If what Massimo said was true, there was no money left either in my family coffers. I’d need to find a job. To start over.

Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing.

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