Page 35 of Ignite

Her fingernails left new marks on my chest as she ripped off my shirt before tackling my belt while I kicked off my shoes.

“I love your enthusiasm,” I tried to murmur in between kisses, but she almost sucked my tongue into her mouth to shut me up. To hell with conversation. If she’d been fantasizing about me even half as much as I had been about her, we were in for one hell of a night. I only hoped I could keep up with her pace and that my dick didn’t literally blow my chances of a good first impression.

Rylee didn’t allow me time to get out of my own clothes, stripping me until I lay bare on the bed while she remained in her cute little skirt and boots. Yes, she still had on the shirt, but my eyes couldn’t move from her tanned legs, wanting to feel for myself that she was as wet as I was hard.

“Not yet. Let me,” she slapped away my hands when I tried to reach for her shirt.

Real Life Kissing Rylee had turned into In Control Rylee and once again, she had my head spinning.

Crossing my arms behind my head, I tried to feel confident in my nakedness. She couldn’t argue about my well-cut muscles or the size of my cock. But I’d feel a lot better if we were in the same state of undress.

I wanted Rylee naked.

I had a desperate need to see her curves for myself, to touch her skin. But she hadn’t even taken off her boots. Pushing apart my thighs, she scratched her way up my legs, leaving more faint red lines from my calves up until I winced, thinking her nails were going to do damage.

I braced for impact, deciding if she could give it rough, I could take it. Instead, she softened her stroke on reaching my cock. Caressing it, squeezing it between both hands, milking out a dribble of pre-cum.

I didn’t have time to react before she bowed down and swallowed.

Oh, my sweet damnation. No preamble. No warning.

One minute, she was fingering my pre-cum. The next, I was balls deep down her throat—and loving it.

I almost came then and there. My cock hit the back of her throat as she closed her lips, fitting around me like a glove. Rylee made giving head a full-body experience. While her mouth owned my cock, her hands didn’t leave any part of me unappreciated.

With intricate precision and finding every nerve in her path, she scratched her way up my chest to tweak my nipples before scratching down to my feet. I’d never experienced anything like it—her tongue was wrapped around my cock while one hand pumped my big toe, and the other hand continued the trail of scratches.

Her nails left a trail of raised skin and tingling nerves. Anticipating her next path, I couldn’t decide between lying back and taking it like a man or picking her up and devouring the wet pussy that filled my senses.

She was wild, untamed, and mine.

I was hers. Completely at her mercy and willing to do anything she wanted. She had my body in the palm of her hands, smashing down the friend-zone to grab my heart as well.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I moaned, “you got me. You got me.” Especially when she massaged my balls and fondled my perineum without being asked. Shit, women rarely cared about anything other than cock and balls.

Rylee? She knew what my body needed, and what my heart craved.

Then she started sucking and stroking. Hard. I panicked. I’d gone too long without a woman and if I’d genuinely been looking to hook up tonight, I’d have rubbed one or two off this afternoon to improve my performance.

But the way Rylee was playing my body like an instrument, I was going to blow. And if I ruined our first time with a premature performance, she might never give me a second time.

“Hey, slow down. Rylee, we’ve got all night. Slow it down.”

My half-hearted pleas seemed to spur her on to suck harder.

I felt the tsunami build and clenched my teeth in a feeble attempt to try and hold it back, but before I could warn her, she eased off, leaving me at the edge of self-destructing.

The woman had gone from hard and full-on, to soft and light in a nanosecond.

With one last, long, suck, she released me. “Condom?”

“What?” My brain hadn’t caught up. Part of me was still in the bar trying to get up the courage to approach her.

“Ethan, you’re a smart guy. Do you want to fuck, or not?”

Her eyes were wild, but her tone flat. Physically, she might be here with me, but emotionally, she’d become vacant. The passion and connection from the bar had evaporated in this room.

This isn’t about me.

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