Page 87 of Flame
“Exactly that.” He takes my hand and kisses my palm. “That’s exactly what I said.”
I lean over and kiss him. “I have one more request.”
“You’re needy tonight.”
“Lucky you.”
“What do you want?” he asks, lacing our fingers together.
“I need you to go get a condom.”
His face breaks out into a smile.
He climbs off the bed and goes into the living room. I hear his suitcase open in the distance.
“What would you say if I told you that I forgot condoms?” he asks.
I ponder that. “For one, you never forget important things. So I’d start to wonder if you might want to knock me up. For two, you’d be taking a chance on knocking me up—although I’m on birth control—because you’re not getting out of here until you get off.”
He comes back into the room, rolling a protective barrier down his shaft.
“See?” I say, laughing. “I knew you’d be prepared.”
He grabs my ankles and, in one quick movement, yanks me to the edge of the bed. “Do you want to lie on your back with your legs up? Or do you want on your hands and knees?”
“I got what I wanted. This one is for you.”
“Then get on your hands and knees, and let me watch that ass while I fuck you.”
Why is that so hot?
I roll over and pop up on all fours. He slips an arm under my stomach and moves back toward the edge of the mattress. I widen my knees and tilt my pelvis to give him better access.
My pussy gets wet all over again.
“This one is going to be fast and hard,” he says, massaging my ass.
“Great—ah!”
The sound of his hand cracking my bottom flies a split second before the sting of his palm bites at my skin. This is all moments before the force of his cock nailing me from behind jolts me forward. Foxx yanks me back, holding my hips so hard that his fingers burn my flesh.
It’s a cacophony of sensations—sounds, feelings, and the faint taste of blood from biting my tongue.
I sag against his cock as he thrusts deeply into me. Each motion is intentional and powerful yet deliciously satisfying.
“You feel so good,” he says roughly. “Better than I dreamed.”
“Then fuck me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the way his cock hits the back of my pussy. With every tap the head makes against that spot, I get closer to orgasming again.
His fingers sink deeper into my waist, and he picks up his pace.
“Is this what you asked for?” he asks, cracking me on the ass again.
I yelp, relishing how the burn heightens the pleasure wracking me.
“Can you feel how tight you are?” he asks. “Can you feel how your pussy squeezes my cock?Damn, Bianca.”
