Page 38 of Hellfire

She nodded, a small smile on her lips. I gently kissed her lips, slowly lifting the hem of her shirt. When she didn’t stop me, I kissed a trail down her neck to her breasts and squeezed them gently. Katrina wrapped her arms around her stomach. Her gaze moved to the wall behind me.

“Let me see you, pretty girl,” I murmured.

With a shaky breath, her hand moved to grip the sheets at her side. I swirled my tongue around her nipple, earning me a soft moan. Pushing her shorts to the side, I teasingly ran my fingers down her slit.

Leaning back, my gaze roamed over her curves as I continued to swirl my fingers along her clit. Everything about her was sexy. The freckles that dusted along her collarbone. The soft swell of her stomach covered in tiny white scars and hips I couldn’t wait to grip while I fucked her.

“Do you want more, pretty girl?”

“Tank,” she moaned. A shiver ran down my spine, hearing my name on her lips.

Tugging down her shorts and panties, I took in her beautiful curves. Her breast bounced slightly with each breath. She arched her back, her legs quivering with anticipation. Her scent surrounded me. My cock throbbed, desperate to fill her.

Needing to feel more of her, my fingers dipped between her folds. Her walls clamped down like a vise, sucking me into her deeper. Her excitement made my fingers slick as I rubbed circles over the bundle of nerves. Her hip bucked slightly under my attention. I chuckled darkly.

So responsive.

I nibbled and sucked on any part of her I could reach. Marking her.

Mine.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn tight,” I growled. My molars ground together as I flicked that spot deep inside her.

She tossed her head back, revealing the slender column of her throat. The beast in me wanted to collar her, feel her pulse pound against my palm as she climaxed. But she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

Her skin flushed, a light sheen of sweat appeared along the swell of her breasts.

“Fucking beautiful,” I praised.

I took my time exploring her pussy. Savoring every sound. Every scent. Every taste. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I need more.

Katrina moaned in protest as I slipped from between her thighs. Her arousal glistened on my fingers in the dim light. I inhaled deeply, basking in her musky scent.

My mouth watered.

Hungrily, I plunged them into my mouth, tasting her for the first time. Sweet and savory notes burst on my tongue. I groaned in pleasure. Her eyes widened as she watched me suck my digits clean.

I gripped her ass roughly, groaning as she spread her thighs as far as they could. With the flat of my tongue, I licked up her slit. She cried out in pleasure. Her body jerked and twitched as I circled her clit, again and again. I plunged two fingers deep inside her.

“Tank,” she said, her voice hoarse.

Her thick thighs wrapped around me, heels digging into my back as she pulled me closer, taking her pleasures from me. I growled in approval. Her dainty fingers gripped my hair, nails digging into my scalp. The slight bite of pain spurred me on. My cock throbbed for release. With my free hand, I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingers. Katrina’s cries grew louder.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” I demanded, my voice barely audible.

I flicked my fingers faster, pumped them harder. Her walls spasmed around my fingers. The sounds of her slick pussy and moans filled the space around us.

With a sharp inhale, Katrina’s body locked, and she threw her head back as she found her release. I licked her, tasting her cum.

Fuck, I could never get enough.

Her body slumped, and her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and crawled up the bed to lie beside her. Her eyes flicked down to my still-hard cock, then back to mine.

“I’m fine, pretty girl. Tonight was about you.” I opened my arms to her, content to simply hold her close.

Her head rested on my chest, and I had one arm tucked behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I absentmindedly drew my fingers back and forth through her soft hair.

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