Page 93 of Flame
He hums in agreement.
“This wet, tight, hungry pussy is all yours—ah!” I say, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he slams deep inside me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Say it again,” he says, punctuating every word with a hard thrust. “Tell me you’re mine, Bianca.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours.”
He sinks inside me, rolling his hips. “Again.”
“I’m yours, dammit,” I say, my voice nearly a scream.
I can’t hold back. I can’t screw with him or torture myself any longer.
He pounds into me so hard that my head rams into the headboard. The wood bangs into the wall once, twice, three times.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. His tone brooks no argument.
My lashes part, and I stare into his eyes.
“Let me watch you come,” he says.
He encases my shoulders in his giant palms and shoves me down onto him as he pushes inside me. The pressure is intense. The force exquisite. I’m jetted to the top of the cliff and shoved over the other side.
“Fuck,” I say, my teeth chattering and legs shaking.
“Fuck.” He tenses. “I have to pull out.”
“What?”
“No … condom,” he says, barely able to get the word out.
Oh. I’m pulled out of the orgasm just enough to realize he’s about to come inside me with no protection.
I start to build again. The idea of my husband coming in me has sparks readying to go off a second time. As I feel him start to slide out of me, I panic.
No. Wait. I want this.
It’s a crazy idea, one that just might be brought on by the need to release the stress of the week and Foxx’s naked body. But whatever it is, I want this.
And he’s my husband. So why not?
I shove him off me. He’s startled but rolls onto his back without question. I climb on top of him and grab his cock.
“Now isn’t the time to have this conversation, but let’s get it over with,” I say, desperate for him to be inside me again. “I’m on birth control, and I’m disease-free.”
His eyes widen as he realizes where I’m going with this line of questioning. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Tell me you’re clean, and I’m going to ride this cock until you come.”
“Fucking hell,” he says, hissing. “I’m clean. I never would have put you at risk if I wasn’t.”
