Page 113 of Inflame

NIC

I know Claire’s tests have come back negative. I have seen every recent health record and result she has uploaded to the Entice database at my disposal. I even know the exact type of birth control she uses, the dosage, and how long she has been on it. Not to mention, I’ve been keeping detailed tabs on her for weeks, so I know exactly where she has been and that she’s only been with Ethan. Worst part is? I have zero guilt about acquiring the added details.

I pick her up from the floor and place her in the center of my king-sized bed. She looks pale against my black comforter. Her vulnerable side is coming out, and she tries to cover her breasts with her hands again.

“Don’t hide your beauty from me. I promise to pay attention to all of your zones. No part of you will be neglected tonight.”

I kneel on the bed and crawl toward her. I fix her hair against the pillow and smooth it out. She is exquisite. I kiss her forehead, her nose, and her lips. Then I move down to each of her peaks and give them the attention they deserve. I nip at them and suck one nipple into my mouth, savoring the taste of her skin. My tongue makes a wet path around and laps at the sides, making her moan deep within her throat. It is music to my dick, making me even harder and ready to break free.

I kiss down her stomach and then down one leg. I lick my tongue from her foot to her core and then back down the other leg. Claire twists and turns on the bed, making mewling sounds as I make a feast out of her. Her chanting of my name spurs me on. In this moment, I want my name to be the only one that ever leaves her lips.

“Play with yourself,” I instruct, sliding off the bed to remove my clothes. She hesitates and her eyes twitch with nerves. “You heard me. Do as you’re told.”

Claire looks so uncertain. Just when I think she will refuse, her hand trails down over her flat stomach and between her parted thighs. She teases her clit and rubs.

“Good girl. Keep going,” I encourage. “You look so fucking hot. Get yourself ready for me. Put your fingers in and stretch. You’ll have a lot more to accommodate soon.”

My mouth waters as I watch from the sideline as she grinds her apex against her own fingers. This is such a turn-on that I know I’m not going to last long.

My cock springs free from my boxer briefs, and I pump it a few times while watching Claire pleasure herself. I kneel on the bed, remove her fingers from her pussy, and then suck one by one until they are clean.

“You taste so good,” I comment, making her blush. I enjoy the hint of pink I can create on her skin with just my words. In another time and another world, I might think she was made for me. That her body was designed for my eyes and hands to worship.

“I need you so badly,” she whimpers.

“And you will have me.”

When I reach for the drawer in my nightstand, Claire lets out a whimper, and for a second I think she is going to have second thoughts.

“I want to feel you inside me”—she clears her throat and a shyness I wasn’t expecting from her hits her cheeks—“without any restrictions.”

Saliva pools in my mouth. I want that too. But I also don’t want to complicate things more than I know I already am. Going bare is a step toward an emotional connection, I don’t have the ability of giving her. Yet Claire’s beckoning eyes lure me into her, entrancing me with the way her lips let out a purring moan, as her eyes soak in every hard inch of my impatient cock.

“I was just tested,” she says, more as a persuasion than as a clarification.

I know. I know way more about her than is ethical. “Okay.”

“Okay.” The simple word plays on her tongue. But it’s the smirk she is sporting—one of victory—that makes me chuckle to myself.

I smile down at her and line myself up between her thighs. “You’re being such a good girl.”

Claire sucks in her bottom lip, and I barely hear the moan escaping her mouth. She is a fucking dream—a dirty fantasy come to life. And if it stays like this, I never want to wake up.

I place the head of my cock at her entrance and rock my hips back and forth, just allowing an inch in with each movement forward. My slow pace is torturous for us both. I don’t want to hurt her or cause her any discomfort. I know I am bigger than her ex-asshole. I don’t need to rip her apart just to get my rocks off. Her pleasure is my pleasure.

“Oh Nic…”

“It’s okay, baby girl. I got you.”

I feel her juices seeping out, lubricating her walls to grant me easier access, and it is in this moment where I realize just how much she has a praise kink. I think she likes being my good girl. But if she only realized just how naughty and bad she really is.

“You are so fucking tight,” I grimace, worrying that I’m going to cause her a tear. “Relax. I can feel you tensing up.”

“I’m trying,” she groans. “But you are a bit intimidating.”

I reach between us and pinch her clit until I feel her inner walls release their lock. I press and rub her bundle of nerves until she is so worked up that she is thrusting her hips upward to get more of me inside her. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” I encourage. “Let me in.” I push forth the last two inches and am balls-deep inside her warmth.

I kiss Claire’s lips, tasting the faint vanilla flavor. After giving her a couple of minutes to adjust to my size, I start to move again. Out and in. I glide through her pussy, trying to get deeper. Sweat beads on my forehead, as I struggle to hold out longer.

---