Page 12 of Marked By Blaze

Ingrid is panting when I pull back from the kiss, her lips swollen and eyes glassy with need. “I want to find them,” I breathe against her lips, kissing her softly before pulling back. “Every single person who ever told you that you are anything less than stunning. I want to find them all, and I'll bring them to their knees. I'll kill them all for the lies they told you.”

Her breath hitches. “You don't mean that.”

“I never say anything I don't mean.”

She shuts her eyes, a shudder running through her body. “I...I don't know what to say. How to act. I've never done anything like this before.” Her eyes open and lock with mine, the blue and brown shimmering under the moonlight. “I've never done this with anyone before.”

A virgin. Jesus Christ.

It is unreal, that someone as beautiful as this girl has gone this long without anyone claiming her. My heart races at the thought of being her first—and last because there is no fucking way in hell I'm letting another man anywhere near her.

Mine.

“You don't need to do anything,” I say roughly, my hand tightening possessively on her hips. “Just let me pleasure you, angel.” I breathe against her lips, leaning down until our foreheads are touching. “Let me kiss every inch of this perfect body until it's singing, begging for release.” My eyes drop to her sexy tits pushing up against the neckline of her yellow dress. She inhales sharply when I reach behind her and tug down her zipper, her eyes on mine as the sleeves fall and the bodice pools around her waist, revealing her naked breasts. They are small and firm, just the right size for my palm, with small pink nipples that make my mouth water. Unable to resist the desperate need to touch her, I brush the back of my hand over her breasts, watching her nipples pebble under my caress.

Her eyes widen with surprise as if she didn't expect it to feel this way, and it is such a fucking turn-on knowing I'm the first guy to touch her, to pleasure her.

Her last too.

Her lips puff open on a whimper when I cup her breast and pinch her nipples. My greedy mouth is back on hers, stroking into it like a starved animal before breaking the kiss to lick a path down her throat, scraping my teeth down her skin and drinking up her reaction.

“Blaze,” she cries out, back arching when I bury my face against her breast, sucking the pink bud into my hungry mouth, lapping at it until she's sobbing, hips rocking forward. “Oh God... I c-can't—”

“Fuck,” I growl as I sip at her soft skin, losing myself in her texture like she's a drug. Not that I expected any less. Ingrid is turning me into a dangerous addict, and I'm helpless to stop it.

“Oh my God,” she sobs, burying her hands into my hair when I shift to the other breast, grazing the sensitive bud with my teeth before licking the sting away.

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” I growl, sliding my hand up her thighs and peeling her panties down to her knees before tearing them completely off her. I drop down to my knees on the hard tile, which puts me at eye level with her wet, pink heaven. Fuck, she's aroused.The hottest pussy I’ve ever seen glistens with her arousal, and my mouth waters for a taste.

“Blaze, w-what are you doing?” She whimpers, her beautiful eyes wide with a mix of surprise and lust when I lean in and brush my lips over her thighs.

“Kissing you,” I breathe against her skin, trailing my lips up the inside of her thigh. I'm practically panting when I catch the soft scent of her arousal. “I promised to kiss every inch of this body.” She smells like peaches, sweet and tangy, and I would bet my favorite bike that she tastes just as sweet.

“I... Blaze… What?”

My fingers tighten on her hips when she attempts to close them. “Are you going to let me pleasure you, angel? Are you going to sit there and let me taste every inch of this pussy until I’ve cleaned up all this mess you are making?” I lean in to tease her feminine lips with my tongue, making her jolt. I groan as her flavor floods my mouth, and I grow desperate for more. I pull back to meet her eyes, those beautiful multicolored irises bright with need. “Tell me you want that.”

Her lips part on a shuddering breath, her face flushed. “I...I want it. Want you.”

“Then be a good girl and open wider for Daddy,” I growl, and her eyes flare. “Let me touch you, baby.” With her eyes locked on mine, Ingrid falls back against the mirror above the counter, propping a hand on the counter near her hip as she shyly lifts one leg to drape over my shoulder, exposing her pussy to me, and I don't give her a second to rethink her decision before I bury my face between her thighs.

“Oh, God!” She nearly jolts off the counter when I start eating her pussy like a starved man. I should take it slow, ease her into this, but fuck, I can't get enough of her intoxicating taste. All sugar and salt. Sweet. Smooth. Untouched.Mine.

“Mine!” I growl, pressing my fingers on her hip before dragging the flat of my tongue over her wet valley. She sobs brokenly when I bat her clit with the tip of my tongue, her pussy flooding with moisture as I tease the sensitive bud.

“Yes, oh God,” she whines, burying her fingers through my hair once more and rocking her hips over my eager tongue. Her breath saws in and out as she rides my mouth.

“Say it!” I growl against her pussy, my eyes locking with hers.

She blinks at me, those beautiful eyes turned glassy and unfocused. “W-what?”

“You are mine,” I demand possessively, sawing my tongue over her wet pussy and watching her eyes roll back. “You belong to only me, Ingrid. Say it!”

“Yours,” she sobs, her tits shaking as her breath grows choppy. I lick her clit, my tongue moving faster over the swollen nub as I drink in every pleasured sound she makes.

“Again.”

“Yours,” she cries out, seemingly lost in pleasure. “Only yours, Daddy.”

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