Page 129 of Roaring Flames

Get control of yourself, Ashton!

I instinctively bring my hands to her hips—the skin warm and smooth beneath my fingertips.

“Isabella,” I choke out, and she grins, leaning forward to dust a kiss against the underside of my jaw.

“Yes?” she asks airily, the question followed with another kiss to my cheek.

“We shouldn’t be…”

She leans back and, grinning mischievously, reaches for the clasp of her bra. The straps slide down her arms before she slips them off and tosses the bralette away.

My mouth waters.

“Fucking hell,” I breathe, feeling myself unravel.

All of my meticulous control…

Gone, replaced by a heady warmth that trills through my veins.

Izzy smirks and straightens her spine, the movement pushing out her tits.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks in a singsong, taunting voice.

Tongue-tied, I simply gape at her.

“Don’t be shy, Ashton.”

With another playful smile, she grabs both of my hands and guides them to her breasts. Her nipples feel like tiny pebbles beneath my palms. I squeeze both of her tits at once, loving the way they feel in my hands.

“Are you a tits man or an ass man?” she asks with feigned innocence, brushing her blonde hair back so I have an unobstructed view of the perfection in front of me.

Then her question registers.

“Huh?” As I speak, I grab her nipples between my fingers and begin to pluck them.

I want to taste them. Lick them.

Lick all of her.

She giggles, and the noise travels straight to my already aching cock.

“I think I have my answer.” She pushes her breasts farther into my hands. “It’s funny. I always assumed you would be an ass type of guy, but apparently, I was wrong. Who would’ve thought?”

She leans in even closer, and I drop my hands back to her hips instinctively. Her sweet breath dances across my lips.

“I know about the rope in your closet,” she whispers breathily.

My brain stalls, and a tiny burst of panic flares to life. Alarm bells begin to ring simultaneously.

“What? How? I don’t?—”

“How many girls have you tied up and fucked before?” she continues in that low, seductive voice that seems to have a direct line straight to my cock. “There’s a word for that kink, isn’t there?” A frown mars her pretty face before she straightens her expression out. Sharp fingernails dig into my shoulders. “Tell me, Ashton. How many girls have you tied up and fucked?”

I consider lying but decide that I’ve lied to her enough. I won’t lie about this.

“Only one, but I didn’t go through with it,” I confess.

I don’t even remember what the girl’s name was—she was merely someone I met at a party. We kissed a little, then I tied her up the way I’ve wanted to since I first learned about bondage and BDSM.

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