Page 63 of Burning for You

How easy is it to work Carolyn up? She might be feisty in the boardroom, but under my spell, she’s no more than a chinchilla begging to be stroked and pampered.

I part that glorious pink line solely with my tongue, curbing my eager fingers. With her legs tightly shut, I know every lick and prod will feel a thousand times better than having her pussy wide open.

Apparently understanding the full effect of her closed knees, she now clamps her vulva, making it problematic for me to push through. Fighting a force with a force doesn’t always yield anything. Instead of going on the offensive, I moisten whichever part my tongue can get a hold of. I have patience, and I am willing to do the hard work for her pleasure.

“Levi…” My name rides on her erotic moan.

I reward her with a couple more licks. When her gate opens, I steal my way in.

“Baby…”

The woman is clearly somewhere else.

In the spirit of playing her, I rise from my kneeling position, keeping a distance.

Her agitation is clear, but at the same time she gets excited. From the way she stretches her neck, it’s obvious she thinks she’ll soon have a chance to get a glimpse of my cock.

I rub my shaft against the point where her knees meet. I’ll let her feel me, but I’m not going to give her the visual satisfaction. Not yet.

“You bastard!” she growls.

What happens to baby?

My face is screwed up on a laugh. It’s so fun to play with this Little Miss Horny.

“That’s all you’ll get tonight, Missy,” I say.

Her face sags, her lips clamp together.

I add, “That’s all you’ll get from my mouth.”

Not giving her a chance to think of what’s coming, I hurriedly press her bent legs down so her knees kiss her chest. I salivate over her engorged genitals as they present themselves to me at a perfect angle. Without warning, I stab my cock into her.

She howls through a tense throat. My ears rejoice at her vocal articulation. It’s unrestrained, compelling, and wild.

I grind myself against her squirming body and thrust deeper.

With her legs hardly apart, and my cock growing in thickness and length, this tightness that I strive to maintain is now shattering my self-control. If I don’t do something about it, I’ll ruin my own orgasm.

I withdraw.

“Levi, I’m gonna kill you—”

But Carolyn Meyer is so aroused, she can’t even finish her protest. I don’t even have to tell her to do what I want. She simply obliges when I nudge her to open her legs—wide. Yes, this time her folds need to part; I need as much room as possible.

I enter her again in a slightly gentler move, and she welcomes me with a long sigh. Once more she begs, “Untie me, please…”

Perhaps I will, so we can make love properly. Oh yes, make love, because I know this is more than just sex. My heart is in it, my whole being is in it. I want her as a partner in life, in love, and in every other circumstance, rain or shine.

But God dammit, she looks so hot being bound like that. And from the fire in her eyes, I think she secretly enjoys being so helpless. Hell, she should! I’m doing all the hard work here.

Under my pelvis, she opens up to me yet again, but with a thrust. There’s an earnest possessiveness in her move, and I respond to it by affirming I’m hers all the way—I slide my hard-on straight through.

Despite her out-of-control lust, her breathing and hip movements tell me she’s trying to hold her own rush. My manhood is throbbing, but I will wait for her, letting her revel in the pleasure on her path to climax.

This is transformation. Inside her, I’m a different man. All I think about is fulfilling her needs, keeping her safe, and loving her. Everything else comes secondary, including my own needs, my own life.

It’s Carolyn, first and foremost.

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