Page 50 of Burn for Me

All I needed was aplease. Ado it. Something.Anything.

I was going to lose it.

I knelt up, and fucked my fist, making her watch me.

Give in.

Give in.

Fucking give in Laura.

It was too much. Her wet cunt splayed open where I’d thrust between her lips. Her tits rising as she panted against the bed. The rock solid nipples crying out for teeth marks.

Tension gripped me between the legs as I slapped a hand down just above her cunt. My vision blurred and my balls emptied, sending great white ropes of cum splashing against her splayed pussy. Laura watched me lose control, anger filling her eyes as I slowly pumped at my cock, determined not to waste a single drop.

‘No,’ she whimpered, ‘You weren’t supposed to come yet.’

I dragged my fingers through the mess, stroking over her clit as she trembled.

Gathering up my cum, I thrust my fingers into her, pushing it deep inside her. It felt dirty. Delicious. Like marking my territory. All mine.

‘You can’t do that,’ she whispered. ‘You didn’t even fuck me.’

Her body quaked with every thrust of my fingers.

SAYPLEASE

She turned her face away from me, and I laid a sharp slap against her sticky cunt, making her gasp.

My feisty, bratty, slut.

LAST CHANCE

She lay there still on the bed, the fight gone from her. With a sigh, I untied her.

Laura sat up and slapped her hand hard across my masked cheek. Pain blossomed. I’d have taken a million slaps if it meant her skin willingly on mine.

She stood from the bed without another glance at me and stormed from the room. The bathroom lock clicked downstairs and the pitter-patter of the shower drifted up toward me.

She’d been a hairsbreadth from giving in. If I could have contained myself, she could have been in my arms rather than furious.

The bed squeaked as I threw myself back on it, my head thrumming. Tiredness flooded my veins in my post nut state.

TWENTY-FIVE

Laura

Steam billowed in the bathroom around me. My knuckles were white on the edge of the sink, aching from gripping it so tightly.

Warmth dripped down my thighs. Phoenix had pushed his cum up inside me, and I’d wished it was his cock. I had wanted nothing more than him slipping inside me and fucking me hard into the bed.

I hated myself for it.

I hated him for it.

He seemed to know what I craved, and it made me sick to admit I wanted it.

I wanted him.

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