Page 59 of The Fire We Crave

She obeyed me.

She wanted to please me.

She wanted to show me her orgasm, to come, more than stop the embarrassment or fear.

Her submission was beautiful, and I want so much more of it that I ache.

I want to test it and bend it and see how far she’ll let me push it.

I want to know what she is willing to accept to please me, and in pleasing me, find her own release.

I want her to find the freedom that comes from letting someone else be responsible for her well-being.

I see her legs in a spreader bar, high in the air, while I ram my cock into her.

I want to withhold her orgasms over and over until she is desperate for me.

I want to see tears stream down her face as I fuck her throat.

I want to come all over her, turn her into my cum doll.

“Fuck.” I hiss as my cum hits the garage floor.

It’s hard and harsh, and my balls tighten as I shake and lose my stroke for a second.

Sucking in air, I tip my head back against the wall and bang it three times before conceding I’m well and truly fucked.

I clean up as best I can, thanks to the tap I installed, then debate hiding out in the garage for as long as humanly possible. I need some time to cool the beast inside that simply wants to rip Quinn’s clothes off and bury my tongue in her pussy.

My cock has the audacity to stir at the thought. “Fuck’s sake,” I mutter. It’s like I’m fourteen all over again, getting a boner over nothing.

Although, Quinn Moran, with her fingers in her cunt, is not nothing. And I wonder if she is heeding my warning, or if she’s in the shower, riding her own fist while she bites down on her lip to avoid crying out.

If I stay here alone tonight, I’m going to lose my mind. But I can’t face getting drunk at the clubhouse. I grab my phone and send a message to Atom.

Me:You want to get together tonight?

Atom:Got a house full of book club women. Want to bring Quinn and sit out back and have a beer?

Book club is at Atom’s.

Fucking perfect. Can be close enough to make sure she’s safe, but around enough people to not do something reckless.

Me:Sure thing. Does the offer include food, or should I eat first?

Atom:Ember’s made enough to feed twenty. We’re golden.

I head back to the house and slip into my room to shower before Quinn comes out of her room. The comfortable jeans and clean black shirt have nothing to do with looking good for her. And if I trim my scruff? Again, none of her business.

And yet, I can’t wait to see her, so I stake a spot in the kitchen and eat another scone. When she emerges, her hair is in a damp braid, but she’s wearing shimmery eye shadow and a pair ofjeans. As much as her ass looks amazing in them, I miss her little sundresses.

When she sees me, her cheeks flush pink. “I’m just going to take Bones for a walk before I go,” she says.

I shake my head, smiling at her obvious discomfort. Yeah, that’s what happens when you dip your fingers in your pussy without permission.

“No need. We’re going to Ember’s early.”

Her mouth opens. “You’re not coming to book club.”

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