Page 46 of Inflame Me
“Why would you want me now?”
Stupid woman.
“Look, I don’t play games. I’m too old for that shit, too. That being said, even after all these years, I want you in my bed, with me.”
“I …” I don’t want to hear what she has to say, so I press my lips to hers, shutting her up and taking her, branding her as mine.
TANNER LIES WITH her arms above her head, spread eagle on the bed, showing me that pretty pink pussy of hers. Fucking hell, she’s hot. Her pussy lips glisten with moisture, and I want nothing more than to lick and taste her until she screams.
I slowly move up her body, using the tips of my fingers to trace up her legs. Her skin prickles as my fingers go up, and her body shivers beautifully. I continue with my fingers up her thighs to the V between her legs, but not touching the target. Instead, I move around it, up her stomach, around her belly button, and to the bottom of her breasts.
“Rhys,” she gasps, making me smile.
I haven’t even begun my torture of her body yet, and she’s already aching for me. When I circle her nipples with my fingertips, they pull together tightly, almost turning purple. I can’t believe how responsive she is to me, like she was made specifically for me. Fucking shit.
I shake that thought out of my head. Not the time for it.
Her back arches, putting those beautiful tits right in my face. I suck a nipple in, feeling it elongate on the roof of my mouth, while my hand plays with her other nipple. The noises she makes are such a fucking turn on.
I will my dick to calm the fuck down, but he has a hell of a hard time when it comes to Tanner. It’s been a long time since a woman let me play like this. They never wanted to, only there for the quick fuck. Not with Tanner. Every inch of her, I want to saver and caress until I’m the only person or thing she thinks about. I want to inflame her body to the point of combustion, only leaving embers burning in its wake.
It’s been a long time since I tied a woman up, but fuck me, it’s something I’m craving to do with this woman right here—tie her up and never let her go.
“Let me touch you,” she says breathily.
“Hands stay up there.”
She groans in frustration yet listens and complies.
I take my time, giving the same treatment to the other breast and even underneath each of them. Using my tongue, I make a trail down her stomach, over to her side, up around her tit, and the same on the other side. Tanner’s skin prickles and bumps with each lick. The taste of her skin is heaven—salty yet all woman.
Moving down to the small patch of red curls at her pussy, I rub my stubbly beard all over it, back and forth, just needing to mark her. I inhale deeply, smelling Tanner’s arousal, and I need my sin. I need it now.
From asshole to clit, I make a huge swipe up with my tongue, and Tanner bursts on my tongue. The taste is so fucking sexy I close my eyes briefly, just to catalogue it in my head so I never forget.
I pull her to me, lifting her ass with my hands and eat her in long strokes, short fast ones, combining my fingers inside of her warm, soft pussy. She moans, mewls, and begs, but I don’t relent. She tries to move her hips from side to side, but I hold her still, driving her to the brink.
Her clit gets hard as stone under my touch, and I pull back just a bit, making more languid strokes and pulling my fingers from her warmth.
“Don’t stop!” she yells out, barely able to lift her head from the bed.
“Sprite, what did I tell you before? I run things. You’ll get what I give you, what pleasure I give you.”
“Please,” she begs. I love the fucking sound of that shit.
“Hold on for me.” I go back to the sin that is between her thighs and devour her, memorizing every fold and curve her pussy has.
I squeeze her ass cheeks, stopping her movement. Then I pull her clit in my mouth and suck hard. She lets out a scream, but she hasn’t tipped over quite yet.
I pull away, lift her legs from the bed, and press them to my chest, her feet dangling above my shoulders. I put a condom on quickly and drive home into Tanner, who comes instantly, her legs on either side of my head coming together and trapping me.
In and out, I thrust my dick to encompass every inch of her. I want to be so deep she feels me for days so she knows I’m the one who she fucked. I’m the one who gave her the pleasure. Me.
My spine prickles, and my balls draw up. I’m going to come, and there is no stopping it. I pound into her, rubbing her clit hard with my fingers, and just as she sets off again, I release. It hits so fucking hard I would be surprised if the top of my dick is still intact.
“Holy shit,” she says, sucking in breath. I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard her curse, and I can’t stop the chuckle. “What?”
“Just funny, Sprite. Hearing you cuss.”
