Page 56 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

God, I’m hard as fuck right now, even just looking at her mouth sends a thousand filthy images through my head.

“You decide what you want, Izzy. No one else. They’re big boys, grown ass men.” I lift her up slightly by raising my hips, letting her know I want in. Now. “Do you want me, right now?”

She swallows, her hands making their way down my chest and stops at my jeans.

Her touch is featherlight as she grazes her fingertips over my erection, and fuck me, am I losing patience. She looks at me with those beautiful, hooded eyes. Eyes I want to make roll back.

“I…”

“Simple question. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice like a prayer. The hunger in her eyes and the way she bites her lip is enough of an answer to me.

“Good, because I want you too. I crave you so fucking much.”

I suck her bottom lip.

“Am I being greedy?” she asks.

“Who gives a fuck?” I roughly pull her back to me, grinding my aching length into her heat, moaning against her lips.

“You’re mine right now, and tomorrow we can go back to whatever you want. No strings attached. Just you…,” I trail my free hand down her stomach, to her panties, “...and me. “But so help me God, I need you right now.”

Her hands roam my torso, every touch a burning flame on my already heated skin.

Roughly, I yank her shirt up and over her head.

Her breasts spill out, perfect, pert, with hardened nipples. I suck on one, running my tongue around the pink tip. It’s music to my ears when she moans against my lips as I pinch her other nipple between my fingers, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers.

I want to know every part of her.

She grinds against me, asking for more, and I give it to her.

I slide my hand into her panties, wetness coating my fingers as I spread her apart, exploring her tight pussy.

She tilts her head back, egging me on.

I yank her pants off her and she works to undo my jeans, unbuckling the belt and yanking them away.

I guide her down and she takes me into her sweet mouth.

“Jesus,” I grunt, feeling her tongue slide along my cock.

Her hot, wet mouth feels so damn good, but I want more of her. I don’t want to cum. Not yet. I hoist her up then.

I pick her up, never breaking eye contact as I walk us to the bedroom.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, her warm, wet core grinding against my throbbing member.

I gently lay her down on the bed, and I position myself between her thighs, looking into her eyes as I slowly push inside her, inch by inch until I’m in deep.

She whimpers, clawing into my back.

You feel so fucking good,” I grunt. My own personal nirvana.

Her hands grip the headboard. “Oh, Vance. God.”

The way she moves, it’s as if she's been made for me.

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