Page 22 of Scorched

And then he pushed forward, sliding inside easily.

It took my breath away.

He was so thick, and long, and he knew exactly what to do with his cock to make me see stars.

My arms flew out to the sides, grabbing hold of the blankets. “God, Myles!”

I heard him chuckle in response. He ran his hands over my body, caressing my stomach, my breasts.

And then he started to push forward.

He hit every one of the right places.

I was never going to last long with him, no matter how much sex we had.

And I hoped that it was a lot, for a very long time.

I pressed one heel to his back, groaning. “Please…more?”

“Patience.” He kissed my neck gently.

“I’m not a patient person.”

“I see that.”

He was driving me crazy, in more ways than one.

I loved it.

I moved my hips, pressing up toward him. He sank deeper into me until there was nothing left to give.

It felt amazing.

It was almost enough to make me come.

But I wanted it to last just a little longer.

He planted his hands on either side of my head, thrusting slowly into me. His body moved against mine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Myles, holy shit.”

“Good?”

“So good!”

He laughed softly, starting to move just a little faster.

I never wanted this to stop.

I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him in closer. “Fuck, please!”

“Easy, easy. You feel so good, Cassie.”

I loved how he said my name, how he talked while we had sex.

It made me feel good.

It made me believe that one day, as long as he stayed around, I could be happy again.

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