Page 118 of Fiery Little Thing
“What if I want to say no?”
Reaching into my pocket, I grab the industrial-strength super glue I needed for the bomb. “I wouldn’t recommend that.”
Her jaw drops, and she snatches the glue from my hand. “You can’t just ‘no takesies backsies’ a marriage proposal.”
“It wasn’t a proposal either. Because that implies there’s an answer to be given.”
Blue eyes glimmer with mischief as the light from the fire creates a halo around her copper hair. Her palms press against my chest to shove me back onto my elbows, and she straddles me in the little black skirt that does absolutely nothing to keep her warm.
A shiver runs down my spine as she trails her left hand up my chest, my ring sitting proudly on her finger, glinting against the fire. “You know… I did something special for you to fully commemorate and celebrate your night.”
“And that is?” My voice comes out hoarse and gruff like I haven’t used it in weeks.
Blaze leans forward to brush her lips against my ear, careful notto block the flames from my sight. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” She pushes me back down before I get the chance to find out if that’s true.
A growl of frustration threatens to rumble out of my chest as her potentially bare core grinds against my jeans. I silently curse the thick material because I can’t feel the heat of her pussy skating along my cock, only the mind-blowing pressure. This woman makes me fucking mad.
“Patience, lover boy.” Clicking her tongue, she rocks back on her heels to create distance between us. “That’s not all.”
If Blaze doesn’t tell me in the next three seconds, I’m getting her on her back and fucking her. I’ll be fine with not finding out her next surprise because the alternative is that I die from blue balls.
Slowly—so fucking slowly—she crawls down my body, coming to a stop as she reaches my knees. Then she twists around, giving me her back before she lowers her chest to the blanket between my spread legs. I almost choke on a breath when her skirt pulls up over her ass, presenting her sweet pussy to me, and the glow-in-the-dark, customized butt plug with three words in block lettering:Kohen’s Little Whore.
Fucking hell.
She’s the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met, and I’m completely, utterly, madly in love with her.
And she’s all mine.
I keep glancing between her ass, the moisture glistening on her cunt, and the fire that’s raging against the water hoses. Blaze shakes her ass in my face, and my dick almost pops the damn zipper open. “Take a picture. It’ll last long—”
I dive forward, turning her words into a cryof pleasure that drowns out the wail of sirens. She arches her back, pushing her pretty little pussy against my face as I flatten my tongue to her clit. The muscles in her legs spasm when I push my tongue into her entrance, lapping up her juices like it’s dessert. The moan that tears out of her next has me whipping out my cock to relieve the pressure, and white spots dance in my vision as soon as I fist it, releasing a strangled groan.
I need to fuck her now; if not I’m coming in my hand and screwing it up for the both of us.
Shifting onto my knees, my fingers slip inside her warm heat, and I abandon my dick to prod at the butt plug. I curse under my breath when she writhes from the pressure of the metal and my two fingers inside her. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. How do you think you’re going to take my cock, huh?”
Blaze whimpers, bucking into my hand as the muscles in her core convulse. I slowly ease the plug out, teasing her with it as I pump it and my fingers into her at the same time. “Does my little whore like that?” She fists the blanket instead of answering, and jolts forward when I pinch her clit in punishment. “I asked you a question, Blaze.”
Beyond the roar of the flames and the sound of the sirens, she says what always ignites the beast born and bred for her. “I think you could do better.”
I pull my fingers out her core, grinning at the sound of her growl of protest. With one clean thrust, I slam my cock into her, making her lose her balance. “Jesus.”
Fuck. My eyes damn well roll to the back of my head. Her pussy chokes me without a plug. With one? Any second now, I’m going to die from asphyxiation.
The next slam of my hips has her reaching out in front of herlike some divine being might help her escape. “What did I say about mentioning another man, Thief?” I grunt, gripping her hips as I drive into her.
“I don’t know,” she says, biting back a guttural moan. “Why don’t you remind me.”
The corners of my lips tip up as I pull out of her completely. She whips around to slice me with a venomous glare. “Is that reminder enough?”
I slap her cherry-tattooed ass and twist her long red hair around my fist. With my free hand, I rip the buttons from her top, then twist her nipples between my thumb and forefinger before grabbing hold of her waist to keep her still.
“Are you sorry?” I tease, kneading her tits and pushing the tip of my cock inside of her before pulling back out.
Blaze growls in frustration and shoves her hips against mine. “Shut the fuck up and fuck me.”
“Apologize,” I say simply, gliding my cock along her pussy to watch her squirm.
