Page 52 of The Dire Legacy

It’s hard to walk with an aching dick and a big pot of scalding water.

“She never came back after I stole her ID to try and escape.” Her plate slides onto the coffee table and she bounces up to follow me into the bathroom.

A cloud of hot mist fills the small room. It mellows once I turn the tap on and let some cooler water into the tub.

It doesn’t temper the heat coursing through my body when I turn to where she leans in the frame. “Is it selfish to say, I’m glad you didn’t succeed until I was close enough to find you?” I watch her face as I slide my hands beneath her shirt, lightly following the curve of her hips to tug the grimy fabric over her head.

She has teased me with her bared breasts for days. My thumb flicks over her hardened nipple before cupping it in my palm, making her breath catch.

Her heavy lidded eyes close as a blissful smile plays over her full lips. “Your hands feel like the first time I felt the Atlanta sun on a summer day.”

I need to feel her skin pressed against mine. My shirt joins hers before I crush her against my chest, seeking her lips with my own.

The sensation of touch is so foreign. It’s always been with a barrier. But now, every molecule in my body is reaching to join hers.

Her hands are twin trails of fire up and down my back as I taste every corner of her sweet mouth. The round swell of her ass fits my palms perfectly as I hoist her to wrap her legs around my waist.

It’s only when I feel the change from her chopped off pants to her leg that I remember why we’re in here.

Nibbling down her chin elicits a moan that vibrates deep within her throat. Her hips rock over the swell in my jeans, grinding her wet pussy so hard over me I swear I’m pushing the taut fabric into her.

“Let’s get you out of these.” Unlocking her heels, I reluctantly let her slide down the length of me. My dick is a rough obstacle pressing into her belly through my zipper.

When her hand works its way down and she threads her fingers around the button, the volcano brewing within me nearly erupts.

“I want to taste you,” she whispers against my chest. One hand pushes her ruined pants down to her knees while the other deftly opens the tenuous dam of the denim holding me in.

My engorged cock springs free, already purple and leaking. “Fuck, Hope. I might not last long if you do that.”

When she flattens her tongue against me, a shiver runs through my body and I can feel the tightening in my nuts warning me of the impending explosion.

A fever overtakes me when she sucks me into her hot mouth. Tremors rattle my limbs, I can barely grasp the frame as my thighs shake.

She releases me with a smack of her lips. “You taste spicy, baby. I want you to burn me from the inside.” Without a pause, she sinks me into the back of her torrid throat and hastens her strokes.

When her fingers wrap around my twitching nuts, I lose control. Pumping into her ravenous suction, I spurt into her until I’m just a husk floating on the wind.

Her moans spasm around my shaft and a flush of red works its way up her cheeks. Nails dig into the back of my leg as she shudders beneath me.

Jesus, fuck. She came, too.

I can’t even fathom the extraordinary odds that landed her within my arms. I don’t care. Just the fact that she’s here with me, is unbelievable.

My pants need to go. Now that she’s swallowed some of my urgency, I want to make her feel incredible.

Because she is.

“Come on, my naughty girl. Let’s get cleaned up. I want to taste and touch every inch of you.” Lifting her easily over my shoulder as she squeals, I can tug off the last of her clothes and step into the tepid bathtub.

It’s cooler than I was hoping as my tender bits sink below the surface, but it does little to dull the inferno rushing through me. I’ve never been the addictive type, but I think that may be changing. I don’t know if I’ll ever want to let go of her.

The silky movement of her skin as she leans against me stirs my drained cock. As her hands work over my legs with thesudsy washcloth, mine work up and down her back in long strokes. I love to see the red blush from my palms tighten into goosebumps as I make each slow pass.

“This must be what heaven feels like.” My lips follow my words to lick the nape of her slender neck.

She tilts her head to rest on my shoulder, opening herself to my exploring fingers. “Today is the first time I’ve ever been grateful for my ability.” She gasps as I pinch one of her alluring nipples before I lower my seeking touch to between her thighs.

“Spread your knees.” Her pelvis tilts as she opens herself to me.

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