Page 50 of Burn With Me

I shake my head back and forth, a physical denial to his words. One of his hands shoots down to my pussy and I clench up, forcing a groan out of his chest. His fingers slap the top of my mound, right over my clit.

“Ah!” I scream.

“Don’t fucking test me,” he growls, shoving his fingers into my pussy, stretching it even further as his dick invades. The burn increases, growing hotter. His fingers don’t stay, though. As quickly as he thrust them in, he pulls them back out and then holds them in front of my face.

“You see this,” he says, separating his fingers enough for me to see the wetness sticking them together. “You fucking love it. Your mind might believe one thing, but your body knows the truth.”

I can’t hold myself up any longer. I release my thighs and instead reach for him, wrapping my arms around his strong shoulders.

“Please,” I beg as my chest aches with need. I burrow my face against him, trying to hide from both his words and the intensity of his gaze. “Isaac, please, fuck me.”

A growl erupts from him—something animalistic and dark. His hands return to my hips. “I shouldn’t let you get away hiding, Aurora. Don’t think you’ll get away with it every time.”

“I just want you,” I whine. “Please, I just want … ugh, yes. Right there. Please, oh please. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I can’t stop chanting the words over and over again, until my throat feels raw.

I didn’t realize what those words would do to him or me. I didn’t realize how much he was actually holding back. But as the last sound of my voice fades into the room, Isaac cups my hips and pulls back, nearly ripping his cock from within me before slamming completely forward—filling me up.

Light flashes behind my eyes at the sheer force of it. It stings. It fuckingburns.He doesn’t stop there, though. Isaac rails me, fucking into me with harsh movements. His cock cuts me deep, slicing through my pussy and into places I’ve never felt before. He keeps me exactly where I am with intention. Locking his hands on my waist, keeping me from slipping away as he thrusts back and forth. The muscles in his back bunch beneath the hard grip of my palms as I hold on for dear life and he drives me back up the same mountain I’d just come down from.

My nails sink into his skin, scoring across his shoulder blades as he fucks into me, jerking my whole body with the forcefulness of his thrusts. Every time he slides into my pussy, I feel him hit something deep inside. A whimper escapes my throat.

“You’re creaming on my cock, Sunshine,” Isaac grits out. “So fucking tight and wet. It’s like you were made for me to fuck you.”

I’ve never had a guy talk to me like this. It’s almost as if Isaac’s words are magic—a spell he’s weaving over me and the damn wand is his dick. I cry out as he fucks me harder, slamming into me as if he loves hearing the sound. A split second later, he proves me right.

“Scream,” he growls. “Come on, Rori. I want to hear what I do to you. I want to know you feel every bit as fucking insane as I do.”

I shake my head back and forth. “You’re ripping me apart,” I snap, panting. “I can’t—it’s too much.”

“You can,” he urges, never stopping. “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? You wanted this. You wanted me to lose my control. You wanted my cock in your cunt. Well, you got it. I told you that you were going to take every last inch.”

I clench my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut as the next thrust sends me even higher up the bed. I swear to God he’s bruising my insides, but sex has never felt so good before. He’s deeper inside of my body than I ever even knew was possible, and his words, whether he realizes it or not, only serve to drive me higher.

“Isaac…” His name pours from my lips. A plea. A curse.

“That’s right, goddess,” he says, his words sliding over my ears with heat. “Call my name. Scream it. You’re taking me so good. Taking me to the fucking edge. You’re going to burn me.”

He’s not the only one on fire. If I’m burning him, then he’s burning me right back. We’re flying directly into the sun. No stopping. No fear. The two of us are setting each other on fire and soaring through the flames like we’re fleeing something dark and dangerous. The whole while I’m chasing this new release, one much bigger than before.

It isn’t long before I’m gasping through the fluttering of my second orgasm. “Isaac,” I cry out. “I’m gonna … oh fuck … I’m gonna fucking come. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I can’t seem to help it. I mutter the words on repeat like a broken record, terrified that he’ll start to slow any second and I’ll lose this momentum. Whatever is on the crest of this orgasm I know is going to destroy me, and I’m ready and willing to go. I want it. Whatever it is, as long as it lets me feel this way for just a little bit longer, I’ll take it.

“Shhhhh.” Isaac cups the back of my head, never slowing his movements, keeping pace with each passing stroke. “I’ve got you,” he promises. “Almost…” He cuts himself off and pulls his head back, forcing our faces right up against each other.

His mouth opens and slams down on mine, his tongue pushing past my lips without reserve. He doesn’t ask. He takes. He violates. I swear to God I’m going to bite down on his tongue when I come, though. It’s right there—I can feel it cresting, just out of reach.

Struggling away from him, I plant my hands on his shoulders and arch up. “Look at me.” His command is more of a plea than an actual order, and it makes me follow it.

My eyes clash with his, tears leaking out of the corners of mine as he drives me higher and higher. “I want to see you come on my cock, Aurora,” he says, breathless, as his hips continue to piston into me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, or I swear you’ll regret it.”

I want to ask him how. I want to know what his threat could mean, but I don’t have a choice anymore. My eyes widen as the tidal wave of release crashes over me and I tighten, my pussy clamping down on him as my orgasm reaches its height. He reaches up, holding my head and forcing me to stare back at him as it slams into me.

It’s a different level of intimacy, letting someone else watch you come apart. I struggle to keep my gaze locked on his even as my insides clamp down around his cock. His upper lip pulls back and I can practically hear him grinding his teeth.

My nails sink harder into the flesh covering the muscles of his back. I can feel wetness—blood—but I can’t release him. My body won’t let me. I’ve never had an orgasm feel so painful and yet so fucking good. I’m left gasping for breath once more and it isn’t until I finally regain control of my limbs and manage to loosen my hold that Isaac finally eases back, giving me enough room to breathe.

The gentleness only lasts for a split second. I stare up at him as hands land against me and push. Isaac practically shoves me back into the mattress and my eyes widen as he pulls out of me completely, ripping the condom off as he palms his cock and strokes it above my mound. I bite down on my lower lip as I watch his hand fly over his shaft in hard, violent movements. A part of me wonders if it hurts, but then again—with the pain that he gave me, maybe that’s what we’re both into.

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