Page 17 of Hellfire's Mercy

"Neither have I," she admits, leaning into my touch.

"Guess that's why you were behind my dumpster." The reminder of how we met makes her smile, and that's it – my last thread of control snaps.

I close the distance between us, capturing her lips with mine. She makes a small sound of surprise that turns into a soft moan as I deepen the kiss. Her hands clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer, and I know I'm not the only one fighting this attraction.

As our kisses grow more heated, my hands roam her curves, savoring every soft inch. She tugs at my shirt, and I break away just long enough to pull it over my head. Her eyes widen as she takes in my scarred torso, but there's no fear in her gaze – only hunger.

I make quick work of her blouse, groaning when I see she's not wearing a bra. Her breasts are perfect, full and topped with rosy nipples that are already stiff with arousal. I cup one, marveling at how it fills my large hand, before lowering my mouth to the other.

She gasps as I suck her nipple, her fingers threading through my hair.

"Hellfire," she moans, and hearing my name on her lips like that nearly makes me lose it.

I trail kisses down her stomach, intent on tasting every inch of her, when she suddenly tenses.

"Wait," she says breathlessly.

I look up, concerned. "What's wrong?"

She bites her lip, looking embarrassed.

"I... I'm a virgin," she admits. "But this feels right. You feel right."

Fuck. I should stop this. Should tell her she deserves better than some old, scarred biker for her first time. But the way she's looking at me, all trust and desire, makes it impossible to pull away.

"Sweetheart," I say gruffly, "you shouldn't expect some dreamy first time with an old bastard like me."

She cups my face, forcing me to meet her eyes. "I never expected my first time to be perfect," she says firmly. "I want you, Hellfire. All of you."

That's all I need to hear. I capture her lips again, pouring all my pent-up desire into the kiss as I lay her back on the couch. My hands work at her jeans, pushing them down along with her panties. She lifts her hips to help, and then she's gloriously naked beneath me.

I take a moment to drink her in – all soft curves and creamy skin. My cock strains painfully against my jeans, eager to claim her. But I force myself to go slow, to savor this.

"You're sure?" I ask one last time, my fingers tracing the inside of her thigh.

She nods, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "I'm sure."

I dip my head between her thighs, giving her wet pussy a long, slow lick. She cries out, her hips bucking against my face. I hold her still with one arm across her stomach as I devour her, using every trick I know to bring her pleasure.

It doesn't take long before she's writhing beneath me, her thighs trembling around my head.

"Hellfire," she gasps, "I'm going to—"

"Cum for me, sweetheart," I growl against her sensitive flesh, and she falls apart with a cry that I'm sure the neighbors can hear.

As she comes down from her high, I quickly shed my jeans and boxers. Her eyes widen when she sees my cock, thick and hard and leaking at the tip.

"It's so big," she whispers, a mix of awe and nervousness.

"We'll go slow," I promise, positioning myself at her entrance. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

I push in slowly, gritting my teeth against the urge to slam home. She's so tight, so hot, it takes every ounce of control not to lose myself immediately. She whimpers as I stretch her, and I pause.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

She nods, pulling me down for a kiss.

"Don't stop," she breathes against my lips.

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