Page 73 of The Fire Went Wild

Charlotte snarls again, then moans. All her cries are wordless. Animalistic. I swear I can feel my gods coursing through her. Or maybe that’s just the first quaking shudders of her orgasm.

“See?” I grin, quicken my pace on her clit as I bottom out inside her and soak up her wetness. “Look how fast you’re going to come for me.”

And then she does, her whole body shaking. She drops her head down on the table and keeps fucking me, hips rolling with an unsteady rhythm. I hunch over her, circling my hand around her throat to lift her head so I can talk into her ear.

“You fought well,” I whisper. “But you shouldn’t fight me. I’m your teacher.”

She meets my gaze with a slack, glossy expression. “You’re my kidnapper.”

“Yeah?” I run my thumb through the dried blood clinging to her chin. “Then why are you fucking me?”

And it’s true that she’s fuckingme. I’m not moving. She’s the one twitching and jerking around my cock.

“Tell me,” I order.

“You have a good dick.”

I grin at that. “Is that so, cher?” I shove my thumb between her lips and she draws it in to suck on it. I don’t even have to ask.

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbles.

I pull my thumb out of her mouth and hold her by the throat again. Her body quakes. Her eyes flit sideways.

“How’d you like my good dick in your asshole?” I murmur.

Thatgets her attention. She whips her entire torso around to look at me “Is that supposed to be punishment?” she asks. “For fighting you?”

I’m stunned she asked that, to be honest. “Punishment?” I laugh. “No, little Hunter. I want torewardyou.”

Charlotte’s eyes go wide.

“You fought so well.” As I talk, I rearrange her, pulling my dick out and rolling her onto her back. She doesn’t fight back. In fact, she spreads her legs once I have her in position, making it easy for me to slide my fingers into her sopping pussy. I drag the juices out and rub them around the rim of her asshole.

Charlotte groans, arching her back.

“I want to make you come again,” I say. “But we should mix it up, don’t you think?”

Charlotte gazes at me. She’s so fucking gorgeous, with her blood-red hair and blood-smeared mouth and her eyes dark with lust.

“You’re too big,” she says.

I slide one of my slippery fingers into her asshole, and she gasps, the muscles there fluttering and clenching.

“Say that again.” I grin. “I like it when you flatter me.”

Something flashes across Charlotte’s face—a kind of coyness I haven’t seen before.

Or rather, I have seen it before. Once.

When I was fucking her on top of that bloody corpse in Houston.

“Your cock is too big to fuck me in the ass,” she says.

In response, I ease a second finger inside of her. Charlotte sucks in her breath, bites down on her bottom lip.

“You’ll be fine.” I slide my two fingers in and out of her asshole, slow and steady, and work her soaked pussy with my other hand, drawing out more and more wetness. Charlotte slumps back on the table, hoisting up her hips and spreading her legs wide for me.

“That’s it.” I focus on my efforts: Her pretty, glossy pussy. My two fingers disappearing inside her asshole. “You’re doing so good.”

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