Page 13 of Hellfire

“Roll over for me, Wildfire.” I held her upper arm and helped her onto her belly, sailing my palms along the length of her flawless back.

I popped the lid of the syrup and sank both of my forefingers into the cool, sugary treat, dripping it over her, painting over her spine, getting more, and spellingI love youon her left ass cheek.

“What are you writing?” She checked over her shoulder.

I spanked her right cheek. “Spell it with me.”

I leaned down and flicked my tongue over her back, lapping at the sauce, as I repeated the words on her left globe.

It took her a few beats before she breathed, “I love you too!”

I kissed each ass cheek to reward her for getting it right. “Love you, baby.”

Satisfied that I marked her rear, I rolled her onto her back, decorating her front, her ribs, breasts, and nipples. I descended on her like a hungry wolf, lapping up every sticky trail, and lifted one finger to her mouth. She took me all the way in, bobbing on my finger the way she would my cock if I let her.

“Fuck, Wildfire, you play dirty,” I growled, my teeth latching onto her nipple and biting, making her yelp and her hips shift frantically into my stomach. I laved at her flesh to ease the sting, and she settled.

Her lips smiled victoriously around my finger, and I shoved it deeper, pushing her limits. I pumped my fingers in and out of her the way I would with my cock soon.

I removed my fingers and painted more of her body, licking and sucking it off, leaving pink clouds on her flesh from how hard my tongue and mouth worked. I had her gasping for air, her fingers scrabbling in my hair, tugging desperately, one hand snaking behind my neck to lock me to her body.

“How much do you need it, baby?” I breathed on her burning skin, parting her legs, sinking a finger between her lips, her pussy drenched.

“Please, Cole.” Her whiny begging had my balls as tight as a fire hydrant, ready to hose the fire in her core.

I scooped out one last ball of syrup and parted her folds, spreading it between them, admiring my work before I crouched between her legs and sucked her so hard, she shunted her hips into my face, chasing the pleasure. I didn’t want her to come quickly, so slowed my pace, licking at her leisurely, pressing mytongue flat to her clit, making her squirm against me for more. I pressed my hand on her hip to keep my little princess on the bed.

I loved this woman with all my heart and showed her with every tongue kiss of her pussy. She showed me what it meant to be nurtured, supported, and loved, when I’d been mistreated and abused for most of my childhood. She shifted my perspective and helped me believe I was worthy of love and happiness in a world that rejected me. Luna Prince wasn’t just my girlfriend, she was my safe place, my light in the darkness, my hopes and dreams. Nothing was coming between us or taking her from me.

“Come for me, baby.” I sucked her throbbing bud into my mouth and pulled on it until she trembled all over me, her pussy flooding my mouth with more of her sweet taste.

I was hard as stone and ached for release by the time I cleaned her up.

“Now it’s my turn to tease you.” Her small palms shoved at my chest, rolling me onto my back, and she straddled my hips, decorating my chest, abs, and cock in the chocolate syrup.

“Fuck, Princess.” I rested my palm on her head as she took me into her mouth, her touch raking down my cock as she worked it. “That feels good. Yes, like that. Don’t stop.”

My naughty little princess stopped after a few beats, crawling up my body to indulge in the sauce on my abs, flicking her tongue over the bumps.

I palmed my cock, but she batted me away. “Uh-uh. No touching. That’s my job.” Fuck. I loved it when she got bossy and took control.

I raised my hands like I was under arrest to show her my compliance. “Yes, Princess.”

She loved it when her men called her that in the bedroom. It made her feel powerful when she’d lived a good chunk of her life feeling helpless and frightened, her desires and goals comingsecondary to her safety. I aimed to fill her with the confidence and strength she missed out on, the way she did to me, and together, there’d be no stopping us.

Luna rewarded my cock with a pump as she cleaned the syrup from my chest, pausing on my nipples, tormenting me. “Now, you’re mine.”

She moved down my body, trailing her fingers along every hard line, up and over my pecs, running beneath them, and they twitched. Enjoying that motion, she did it a few more times before moving on. I groaned as she rolled over my abs, stroking my stomach, leaving a trail of fire all the way to my dick. The smile she gave me as she brushed it with the side of her hands tempted me to snap off my back and push her down and pound into her.

Her fingers scratched the rubber from its wrapper and sheathed my dick. I pistoned my hips, my cock throbbing to be inside of her. For her last move, she spooned a final dab of sauce onto her finger, painting my lips. Then she straddled me, lowering herself onto me, both of us groaning. Our hips crashed together as she rode me, and I rose to meet her.

“Come here and let me taste you.” Her mouth bore down on mine, and we made a mess of each other, smothering the sticky sweetness over our mouths and chins, alternating between kissing and sucking it off the other.

“Lift your hips, Wildfire.” I tapped her ass to move her, and she stretched onto her shins, giving me maneuvering room to hammer up into her. “That’s it. You feel so good. Look how well your pussy takes me.”

Her head tipped back, and her palm landed on my chest as she circled her hips over me, riding my cock, chasing her pleasure.

I set one hand on her ass to hold her steady while I reached over for the sauce she moved aside to dip my fingers and coat hertits in it. I had her in a frenzy as I sucked it off, drawing out long moans and breathy sighs that nearly tipped me over the edge.

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