Page 74 of Slash & Burn

“I’ve been sure,” she replied, a fresh smile curling her lips. God she was gorgeous. So confident and free. This was the Jill too often hidden from the world. It felt like winning the fucking lotto that she revealed herself to me.

“Take what you want, beautiful,” I told her, cupping her jaw and skimming my thumb over the soft edge of her lip. I lifted my hips as she tugged my sweats down along with my boxers, the cold wood of the seat under my ass as my cock sprang free.

She’d seen me before, held me in her hands, but I swore her eyes went a little wider when they landed on my cock this time, the length of it straining up my stomach, already glistening at the tip.

As she moved closer, she trailed her fingertips faintly along the insides of my thighs, whisper light touches that sent fire straight through me. I ground my teeth, breathing through my nose as I watched her. When she turned and kissed the same path her fingers had traveled my muscles bunched, and she tilted her sexy fucking grin up at me.

“You gonna make it, hot shot?” she teased, enjoying the reaction she got from me.

“You don’t have to wor?—”

Jill’s tongue flattened against the underside of my cock, and she licked from base to tip in one long, slow stroke. It felt so fucking good I threw my head back and my groan filled the room. It was like I’d been starved for her touch and even the slightest sensation exploded through me.

I needed something to hold on to, so I laced my fingers gently through her hair, working hard to keep from gripping her ponytail and pulling her sweet mouth down on me. This was her show. For now.

Giving me one more devilish grin, she circled my dick with her fingers and gave it a few tender strokes. Then she tipped forward, my cock disappearing into her mouth, one inch after another until I was half gone, tapping the back of her throat with the head.

She pulled off and sucked me in again and I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt anything so fucking good. Jill was gripping the base, following her mouth up to the tip and then stroking me as she sucked me back down. She slicked the shaft and danced over the vein that bulged out, tracing it with the point of her tongue and sending heat straight up my spine.

I was mumbling garbled praises and reassurances, my eyes fixed on the back of her head as she worked me.

Yes baby.

Just like that.

Fuck. Don’t stop.

The rhythm she set was perfect, hard sucks and tight pumps that had me building up faster than I wanted. It felt fucking amazing, but right as the tension started to burn, I pulled her off of me and yanked her to her feet.

“More.You. Now,” I grunted. Gripping the waistband of her pajama pants, I tugged them down, shucking mine the rest of the way right after.

Jill’s confusion was temporary as I hauled her onto my lap and ripped my shirt over my head. Her greedy eyes traced over every muscle, every ridge and valley, the hunger in her gaze enough to make me feel like a fucking king. I worked hard on my body for utility, but seeing her appreciation for it was a pretty nice bonus.

When I pinched the zipper of her hoodie, I paused. “Tell me you want this. All of it.”

Peeking out from behind loose strands of hair, the smile she gave me was molten. “Do you still want me to beg?”

I shook my head, grinning at her coy remark. “You will.”

Hasty fingers did away with the rest of her clothes, pausing for only a moment to appreciate the sexy-as-hell camisole she’d had hidden under that hoodie, before I ripped it off and feasted my eyes on her, fully naked for the first time. She was better than everything I’d imagined.

My hands trembled as I molded them to her curves. Heavy breasts and soft, lush hips. Digging my fingers into her as she slicked her soaked pussy over me again, I let out a groan.

“So fucking perfect,” I ground out, looking down at how wet she’d gotten from sucking me off.

I was reaching for the condoms in the bottom of my bag as she rubbed her clit along my tip and shuddered.

“Hurry,” she murmured, gripping tight handfuls of my hair.

“That’s it. Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Not it,” she swallowed, her caramel-colored eyes on mine as she shook her head. “You.”

My chest cinched tight, her words burning into me. Desperate and aching. I brushed my lips across hers, inhaling her impatient whimper as I shoved the condom down and jerked her hips toward mine.

I slipped my fingers between her legs. “How bad, baby?”

“Please,” she whispered, her arms banding around my neck as she nipped my ear.

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