Page 26 of Burn With Me

My original assumption could not be further from the truth. Standing before me like this, she’s a true goddess with full round breasts tipped in pink. Freckles stain across her skin going even further down, and I can’t help but want to trace each and every one of them with my tongue. They mold over her chest and between her breasts to her stomach and upper thighs.

“I want more,” she whispers, her voice carrying across the quiet space between us.

My tongue feels like it has swelled up by at least ten times; it chokes me, clogging my throat so no words escape. It’s only when she pulls her arms free of the straps of her dress and then goes to her knees in front of me that my voice seems to come back to me.

“Shit…” I hiss out a breath as her little hands go to the front of my pants and she quickly undoes them.

What the fuck is this girl doing to me? Is it her goal to see me lose my absolute shit?

That thought doesn’t seem to be far from the truth because she doesn’t hesitate to open my pants and pull my cock free. It rises to her attention, slapping against the underside of my belly button before swaying away from me and right towards her.

Calm the fuck down, I urge myself.She wants something from you. Don’t think this is anything more.I close my eyes and suck in a breath and then another and another until I feel like I’m further from her and more back in the right headspace. I reopen my eyes and look down at the image she presents.

With curious fingers, she explores my length, her nails scraping slightly against my sensitized skin as she rakes them down the notches on either side of my hips and pulls my pants down a little bit further. Little pops of electricity race through my system. She curves her fingers around me, stroking up and down. Squeezing. Driving me to the brink with little movement or effort.

She’s a liar,I remind myself.She’s doing this for a reason, and it’s not for her own pleasure.

That last internal thought hits me squarely in the gut in a way nothing else could. That’s right. Aurora Summers hates me. I’m on the verge of making her life miserable. She knows that. Whatever she’s doing here is to get back at me. Or perhaps it’s to get back at Mommy Dearest. Whatever the case, though, it’s a fact that she doesn’t fucking want me. I’m just a means to an end.

A scowl overtakes my face, one I can’t hide. Irritation slithers through my skin. I reach forward and palm the back of her head. Big brown eyes look up at me through a white mesh mask. “Don’t just stroke it, goddess,” I say. “You know what you need to do.”

If she wants to play games with the big boys, then she’s going to have to learn to follow her little schemes through, because I have no intention of letting her get away tonight without getting a little something of my own.

“Open your mouth,” I order, my voice hard.

Her lashes flutter behind the mask, and it takes a second—the longest one in history—for her to do as I command. But when she does, her tongue slides out, an open invitation for what I want to do to her. Fuck me, but she’s too much. I fist my cock in my grip and slap it against her tongue.

Precum dribbles out, catching on the flat surface, but she doesn’t flinch.Fucking slut. How many others has she done this to? I thought she was different—not the party girl others of her status are. This, though, proves that I gave her too much credit. She’s not a good girl at all. She’s a fucking whore like the rest and there’s only one way to treat a whore.

“Are you hungry, goddess?” I ask. The image she presents, on her knees, tits out, tongue against my cock should be criminal. She blinks and, instead of answering, tries to lean forward and capture my cock between her lips.

I pull my hips back, slipping out of her reach and causing her to look back up at me with confusion. I grin, feeling mean. “You’ll have to ask for what you want,” I inform her. “I don’t want to question later if you wanted this or not. I want you to beg for my cock in your mouth.”

She swallows again, her throat bobbing with the movement. There’s a play of various emotions through her eyes. Confusion. Hesitation. Finally, Resignation.

“Please,” she says, somewhat awkwardly. “Please, can I suck your cock?”

I stroke myself, up and down, base to tip and back. “I don’t know,” I hedge. “Do you think you can swallow me?” I’m taunting her, a fact she realizes as her skin turns pink beneath that stupid mask. Oh, how I wish I could rip it off and be done with this façade. But no, she wanted it this way so we’ll play things her way. Until it no longer amuses me.

Aurora leans forward again, and again, I back away. She whimpers. “Wait—” Her hands latch onto my thighs. “Please.”

“Please what?” I arch a brow. “You’re going to have to be clear with what you want.”

“I want to suck you,” she says, sharper now, more desperate. “I want your cock in my mouth, on my tongue. I want to taste you. Please fuck my mouth.”

This time when she moves forward on her knees, her hands reach for the base of my cock—replacing my own—she licks up the front. “Use me,” she pleads.

My smile is full of razor-sharp rage. “I intend to fucking destroy you, goddess,” I growl right before I slide my hands to the back of her skull, and the head of my cock disappears between her lips.

My skull snaps back as molten heat wraps around my dick. I force it in faster than I’m sure she intended to take it, but I don’t care. When she chokes slightly on the length, I don’t stop. Her mouth is like a cavern of wet fire.

“Fuck.” I groan. “Just like that. Suck me, baby.”

Her tongue lashes against the underside of my shaft. She strokes it, moving down as her lips stretch over the girth. I grit my teeth and hiss out another breath.Jesus. Fucking. Christ.Heaven and hell are both a lot closer than I was once led to believe. They’re both right here, in her dangerous little mouth.

My fingers move through her wig, an expensive one at that since it feels like real hair. If I close my eyes, I can imagine that it’s actually hers. Instead of a flat, ugly white color—I imagine the soft silken tresses of brown and gold and even a little hint of red under my fingers as she takes me deeper into her mouth.

She’s not a first-timer, that much is clear. She sucks me all the way until I hit the back of her throat. A grin flutters across my lips when she moves to pull back, but I tighten against the back of her head and hold her in place. I open my eyes and look down with a smile.

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