Page 78 of His to Burn
When I felt the telltale flutter in her pussy, I pulled back and stared down into her face. “Look at me. I want to watch you while I make you come,”
She clenched her pussy, choking my cock in her heat. “Then fuck me harder,” she moaned against my ear.
I shifted her until she was on top. Then, I smacked her ass, the sharp sound of flesh against flesh the perfect soundtrack for this moment. “Greedy girl,” I said as I nipped at her shoulder.
I slammed into her brutally and was rewarded with her keening cry and she came.
I fucked her through it, and as she camedown, I reached my peak. I pulled out and exploded against her belly, painting her soft brown skin with my cum.
For a moment, there was nothing. Just ragged breathing, the pounding of our hearts.
Then she found my lips, planting a soft, lingering kiss there.
But when I looked in her eyes again, I again saw those hints of despair.
The contrast between the pain there and softness of her sweat-soaked skin was so sharp, it made my chest ache.
I wanted to comfort her.
Promise her everything would be okay.
The words wouldn’t come, so I did the only thing I could and kissed her.
NINETEEN
Asia
“In case I haven’t mentioned it yet, I think this is a terrible idea,” I said.
Jack humored me, but that didn’t stop him from walking toward the door.
“You got your gun?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I responded.
“Knife?”
I looked down at the knife holder attached to my yoga pants. The blade itself was heavy enough to make the pants sag at one side, but the clip was securely in place.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Dagger in your shoe?"
“Yes, Jackson, I have the mini arsenal thatyou insist I carry on my person. But I wouldn’t need said mini arsenal if we did the smart thing—which is staying inside,” I said.
He gave a tight nod, hand resting on his pistol like he was waiting for a reason to use it, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge what I said. I made the same argument the day before when he first pitched the idea of leaving the judge’s house. And today, I was met with the same response.
“Better to not need it and have it than be caught empty-handed and end up dead,” he said.
“Interesting way to phrase it, as always, Jackson. And I know. My uncle used to preach the same thing. But if we stayed inside, I definitely wouldn’t need it, and I would definitely have it.”
Jack adjusted the heavy knife strapped across his chest, touching it in a practiced way that said he knew exactly how to use it and then he stopped and looked at me.
“You heard the broadcast, Asia.”
“Yeah, I heard it.”
And he knew that.
