Page 13 of Marked By Blaze

Fuck!

My dick grows impossibly harder in my cock, jerking against my fly and I damn near shoot in my pants. Her words seem to set something feral—possessive in me. With a guttural growl, I wrap my lips over the tight nub, sucking hard on the bead and that sets her off. Her back arches off the fuel tank with a sob as a rough shudder breaks through her body. Her pussy pulses roughly against my tongue as she orgasms and fuck, it's a beautiful sight.

Under the moonlight, she looks like a fucking angel. Her hair falling back and away from her face and that beauty mark she's always hiding exposed by the vanity light over the mirror. Fuck, I want to see it again. I want to see her come apart in my arms. Give her a first over and over again until every intimate memory she has is of me.

She whines when I rub a thumb over her oversensitive clit and lower, lapping at her virgin hole. Her surprise morphs into pleasure as I eat her out, pleasuring her sex skillfully with my tongue and thumb until she's sobbing, and it doesn't takelong before she's climaxing again, flooding my tongue with her orgasm. Her pussy clenches hard around my tongue, her tits shaking with every heave of her breath.

Tiny tremors rock through her system when I finally get to my feet and settle between her open legs. I quickly unzip my pants, groaning when my fist closes around my throbbing cock.

I'm not going to last long. I know this. Not when I can still taste her flavor on my tongue and feel her soft body pressed against mine.

“Fuck!” I growl, fucking my fist like an animal, and it only takes three tugs and an image her pussy wrapped around my cock before my climax digs its fierce claws into my gut and I am release thick ropes of come all over her thighs and pussy, marking her with my scent and seed like some wild animal.

I feel like one.

Ingrid robs me of my control. With those beautiful eyes and that perfect body, she transforms me into someone I barely recognize.

Tension releases from my muscles, and I fall forward, bracing myself over a handlebar. “Fuck,” I say again, my breath coming out in short pants. Ingrid is quiet for a long time, and I don't know what she's thinking until I feel tentative hands move to my shoulder, slowly circling to my back. It takes a few moments before she wraps her arms firmly around me then drops her head on my shoulder.

For several long minutes, we stay locked in an embrace and neither of us says a word to the other. Her naked breasts press against my chest have my semi-hard cock thickening once more, but I ignore it. With reluctance, I pull away just far enough to reach the hand towel and use it to wipe her and myself clean, not bothering to redress either of us when I’ve finished. Instead,I pull her back into my embrace and encourage her to rest her head on my shoulder once more. She doesn’t protest and slowly wraps her arms around my back.

When she finally sits up to look at me, I bring my clean hand to her hair and brush it back before leaning in and pressing my lips to her birth mark. “You are not allowed to hide this beautiful spot from me,” I say firmly, and watch with alarm as her eyes fill up with tears. “Ingrid—”

“I need to go,” she whispers, nudging me back before climbing off the counter. “I’m sorry.”

“Ingrid—”

“I...I have work tomorrow,” she says hurriedly, straightening her dress and fixing her hair. I've got a client on the other side of town tomorrow morning. “I...I should go home and prep, and get some sleep... I...”

“Hey.” I grasp her elbow to stop her, surprised by the emotions I read on her face. “Hey,” I try again, my voice gentler this time. “What's wrong?”

She shakes off my hold. “Nothing. I just need to go. It's already too late.”

“Ingrid—”

“Please let me leave,” she says, and I watch with anguish as the welling tears finally spill. I never imagined I would be moved by tears, and yet, here I am, standing powerless in front of Ingrid, each of her tears like a knife to the gut. “Please.”

Fuck!

“Okay, let me give you a ride.”

“No.” She shakes her head stubbornly. “I'll call an Uber. My phone...” She looks around and realizes that she must haveleft it back on the roof. Ingrid runs a hand through her hair, and I can tell she doesn't want to go back up there. She hugs her arms, closing herself off, and I take that as a cue to give her space.

“Wait here, I'll get your things for you.”

She flashes me a tearful, worried look. “Please don't tell Jade. I'll...text her. Later.”

I nod and walk back up to the roof. The cookout is still going strong, and I manage to grab Ingrid's things and my jacket without anyone noticing.

Ingrid is shuffling nervously when I get back to the bathroom. Her eyes are dry now, and she seems to have calmed herself when I hand over her things. “Thank you,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes. “I'm sorry. I...I have to go.”

“Wait,” I call out when she starts waking away from me, and I have to force myself not to reach for her.

Don't let her leave.Everything in me yells to keep this girl close to me, but something tells me I've already pushed her too far tonight.

Patience.

I need to be patient. I can't expect to undo years of insecurity in a single night. So I'll let her go tonight. This time, I'll let her leave.

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