Page 85 of Burn With Me

A moan escapes me, and his tongue meets mine, kissing me with a passion that takes my breath away. He grips the back of my head tighter, like he’s afraid I’m going to float away from him, but I’m not going anywhere.

Needing to be closer to him, I crawl into his lap.

His hands immediately go to my butt, and he squeezes when I run my nails down his neck.

He pulls away with a groan and pulls my hair so my head falls back, and he kisses and nips down my neck, driving me crazy like he knows it will.

“I didn’t come here for this. I came here to feed you,” he says breathlessly. “But fuck it, it isn’t going to be slow and sweet though.”

Rolling my hips to get more friction where I need it, I moan. “I did eat, and Kristen is gone for the day. It’s just us. I don’t need slow and sweet.” I roll my hips again and bring my mouth back to his.

As I deepen the kiss, I pull his shirt up, and we break apart so he can pull the shirt over his head. I shamelessly admire his body, and I just want to lick him . . . everywhere.

“Sweetness, you can’t look at me like that. I have to head back to the firehouse soon, so we don’t have a lot of time,” he says as he leans forward to kiss me.

Except I kiss the side of his mouth and then kiss just under his ear and say, “We can make it quick, can’t we?”

Then I nip at his ear and kiss down his body. He fumbles with his belt to open it for me.

“Holy fuck, sweetness. Tell me, do you want my dick in your mouth? Is that what you need?”

“Yes,” I say as I continue to kiss my way down his body.

I stop to bite his nipple and his hips jerk.

He moans, and I love how he doesn’t hide how much he wants me.

I climb off his lap and kneel in front of him, coming face-to-face with one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen. I’ve gone down on him before, and I’ve always loved giving blow jobs, but I’ll never get over how much I love doing this for him.

“You’re so pretty on your knees, looking at me like you can’t get enough.”

I look up and see his eyes hooded, so full of lust and something else I’m not ready to admit out loud yet.

I wrap my hand around him and smile when he moans my name. Without breaking eye contact, I lick him along the vein from root to tip and wrap my lips around the head. My eyes roll into the back of my head when the taste of his precum hits my tongue.

“Holy shit, sweetness. Are you going to be my good girl and take all of me?” He moans as he threads his fingers in my hair, taking control of my pace.

I take him as far into my mouth as I can and work the lower half of his shaft with my hand at the same pace. My scalp stings as he pulls my hair harder, and I moan around him and slide my hand into my leggings.

“Are you wet for me, baby? I want to taste it.”

My eyes roll as I pull my hand from my leggings and bring my fingers near his mouth. I shiver when he closes his lips around my fingers and sucks.

The way this man wants me as much as I want him is the biggest turn-on.

Before I’m done, he pulls me off him, and I cry out at the loss.

“Don’t be sad, sweetness. It’s my turn,” he says, putting one arm under my butt to balance me.

He closes my laptop and pushes it to the side before sweeping my papers off the desk and setting me down.

He pushes me to lean back and takes my nipple in his mouth through my shirt.

My body lights up for him, and I arch my back to get closer to him. He drags my shirt up, and my overly sensitized skin tingles wherever he touches.

Using both hands, he pulls my leggings and panties down, and I lift my hips to help him. He drops to his knees to pull one of my legs free and nips the inside of my thigh.

“I love how wet you get for me, sweetness.”

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