Page 83 of Flame
Every muscle in my body contracts as I imagine her kneeling in front of me with my cock in her hand. It’s a picture I’ve imagined many times. But I’ve never imagined it with her hands on me.
It’s a new level of heaven. And a new level of hell.
She bends forward, whispering in my ear. “Imagine my nipples rolling between your fingers.” She moans against the shell. The vibrations rattle through every inch of me, culminating in my groin. “And the taste of my flesh as you bury your face between my legs.”
I can’t take it anymore. I grab her hand and tug, pulling her until she comes over the back of the couch and straddles me.
Her eyes are wide as I lift my shaft against her opening.
I grip her hips with both hands and roll myself against her. Her head falls back, and she pushes down, shifting her weight for maximum contact on her clit.
“Think about what it’s going to feel like when I suck that swollen bud into my mouth,” I say. “The fire that’s going to spread through you so hot it’ll burn.”
She takes my hands from her hips and moves them to her tits. I palm them both through her dress. They’re perfectly round and full, and the moan she gives me as I stroke her nipples with my thumbs has me ready to come in my pants.
“I’m going to slide these soaked panties off you in a minute,” I say, kissing the side of her neck. “Then I’m going to lay you down on your back.”
Bianca grinds her body against mine, whimpering.
“You’re going to spread your legs so you’re wide open for me,” I say. “And you’re going to show me that sweet little pussy that belongs to me.”
“God, Foxx.”
I press a kiss to the side of her neck. “Do you like that? Do you like knowing that your body is mine now?”
She moans, pressing my cock against her clit. “It’s not yours until you take it.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s mine. You and I both know it.”
I nip at her neck, making her yelp.
“I bought really sexy lingerie to wear for you,” she says, breathing hard. “But the thought of putting more clothes on right now sounds like the worst idea ever.”
“It’s pointless.” I lift the hem of her dress and drag it over her body. I gasp a breath. “Fucking hell, Bianca.”
The fabric goes flying off to the side as I take in the perfection sitting on my lap.
The ways I have envisioned her in the past are nothing close to the sexpot she is in real life.
Dammit.
Her tits are covered in a thin, lacy bra. The cups are so full, so round, that they almost spill over.
I run my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her body against my palms. Her stomach is rounded in the sexiest, most feminine way, and it makes my cock pulse as she grinds against it.
“I have wanted you for so long,” she says, running her hands through my hair. Her nails scratch into my scalp. I think I might lose my composure. “Do you know how many nights I went to bed with my vibrator, imagining it was you getting me off?”
“If it is half as many nights as the ones I went to bed, imagining my hand was your tight little cunt milking my cock, then I’m impressed.”
I pop her breasts out and sit them on top of the cups.
“What do you want me to do to you, Bianca? Tell me all the things you dream about so I can make them happen.”
I pull a nipple into my mouth and cup her ass with my hands. The globes are bubbles—perfectly round and juicy.
She moans, pushing her chest toward me.
I squeeze her cheeks, then trail my fingers down her thong.
