Page 92 of Burn

“Come on,” I say, trying to reason with her.

“Yes,” she’s grinning now. Her entire face glows with delight. “Come on… me, preferably.”

It takes me a minute, but when I get it, I chuckle and shake my head, “You’re out of your mind.”

“Oh, completely.”

Another step, and we leave the dim, dank bathroom and move into the dark, disgusting motel room. With the next step I take, the back of my knees hit the bed, and I stumble, landing in a seated position and looking up at her. She lifts her hands, pressing them to my thighs, and slowly moves them over my body, landing on my pecks. Her gaze flicks down, then back.

“Your heart. It’s beating so fast.” There’s a hint of wonder in her voice, and she steps in, pressing herself between my legs. “You know, Adrian. I’ve never had to beg a man to fuck me.”

I tilt my head and lift one eyebrow, narrowing my eyes.

“I disagree. I can recall at least three ‘Please, Adrian’ moments, but please, continue.”

She shoves me, and under normal circumstances, there’s no way she could shake my foundation, but I allow myself to fall back, lying on the bed, both feet on the floor. She presses her knee between my legs. It rubs against my dick and the friction has me stifling a groan. Her hands land on the mattress, caging me in as she crawls over me. Her hair is chaos. It falls in messy waves, and when she stills, staring into my eyes, it curtains around us, blocking out the rest of the world.

Her words are breathless, and there’s a hint of darkness in her eyes when she says, “He didn’t break me then, you know?”

I don’t know how to reply because it should have broken her — it would have broken anyone.

Her expression softens, and her voice is closer to the haunted whisper I was expecting when she says, “He can’t be the last person to have touched my body. Please. Make me forget.”

And that does it — those eleven words.

He can’t be the last person to have touched her body.

I reach out, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into me. When our lips connect, she lets out the sexiest littlesqueal and smiles into me. I slide my hand between our bodies, brushing against her clit, and my mouth waters. Her panties are soaked. Her back arches, and she sits up, granting me better access. She hooks her hands under the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her hips shift against my hand, and she reaches up, rolling her nipples between her fingers, letting her head fall back. I watch the smile spread across her lips as I continue to flick my finger over her clit.

“About fucking time, Liberty.”

It does something to me, her calling me Liberty, and in one swift move, I wrap my fingers around her panties and rip them off her body. She doesn’t complain or whine that they were her favorite pair or expensive. She bites her bottom lip and says, “Come on, daddy. Show me what you got.”

I grab her by the waist and flip her onto her back, then shift to stand and slide my boxer-briefs over my hips and ass. My dick is so hard that the friction against the fabric of my shorts feels like fireworks. Her eyes drop, so I wrap my hand around myself, slowly stroking my length. She swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, looking starved for me.

“No holding back?” I ask.

She shakes her head without looking up at me.

“I don’t do condoms, Lex.”

She rolls her eyes again, such a petulant move, that only makes me harder.

“Such a fucking brat. I’ll spank that out of you.”

“I dare you to try. I’mverystubborn.”

God damn.

I move toward her. My attention drops to her pussy, and she’s fucking dripping. I’ve barely touched her, and she’s so wet.

“You’re a mess for me,” I groan.

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

This fucking girl never ceases to amaze and surprise me. She has endless personalities, and every single one seems like it was made for me. I lower my head, kissing my way up her legs, across her hip bones. Her body shudders under me, and she squirms, rubbing her thighs together. I lick a circle around her nipples, then suck air in through my mouth, and goosebumps explode across her skin.

“Why are you torturing me?” So needy.

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