Page 108 of When We Burn

“Are you going to eat my pussy?”

My whole body jerks. My cock is unbearably hard. My eyes narrow on her smirking, beautiful face.

“You know I love your dirty mouth.”

She bites her lip and spreads her legs in an invitation that literallyno mancould pass up.

“Yeah, kitten, I’m going to eat your fucking pussy for breakfast.” I squat in front of her and lick her, one long swipe from her entrance to her clit, making her moan and grab the back of my head. I move my face back and forth, and she cries out my name as her thighs want to lock around my head. “I’m fucking obsessed with your cunt. I can’t get enough of it. I could eat it and nothing else for the rest of my life, and die a happy man.”

“Holy fuck, you’re good at that.” My eyes fly to hers, as aroused by her filthy mouth as I am by her body. “Chief.”

I pull away and bite the inside of her thigh. “Oh, I see. You woke up with your sassy pants on.”

“I’m not wearing any pants at all.” She bats those sexy-as-hell eyelashes at me as I stand, then lean in to kiss her lips.

“Do you taste yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like that?”

“I do.”

“Say it. Say,I like the way my pussy tastes on your mouth, Bridger.”

She swallows, reaching down to grab my cock, and I let her stroke it, up and down.

“Ilovethe way my pussy tastes on your mouth, Chief.”

I growl and take her mouth again as she chuckles against me.

“I like the punishments,” she whispers against my lips. “Does it really make you mad?”

“It’s unsettling, but no. It doesn’t make me mad, baby.”

She guides me to her opening, and I can’t resist pushing inside, bottoming out as her legs wrap around my hips, tugging me closer.

“You’re so damn snug and perfect.”

I rock into her, press my thumb to her clit, and grin when she starts to clamp around me, and just as she’s about to come, I pull out and take my thumb away, making her gasp.

“Bridger.”

“You wanted the punishment,” I remind her. “One orgasm for every time you’ve called me chief, and you’re at two today, so we’ll be edging you for a while.”

“Fuck,” she mutters, making me laugh.

Rather than pushing back inside her, I squat again and French-kiss her, inhaling her delectable scent, lapping at her tender, most intimate place. Licking at herclit, I press a finger inside of her pussy and feel the tremors there.

Dani moans.

“Ah, baby. You have the prettiest little pussy.”

“Bridger.” Her hand fists in my hair, but she doesn’t pull me to her. She’s holding on, the way I was yesterday. “Please.”

“That’s it. Ask me for it.”

“Please let me come.”

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