Page 183 of Forged in the Fire
Winding her in tendrils of anticipation that grew with each plunge of my fingers.
Even though I was trying to keep myself in check, take heed, I was getting the sense that this girl liked it hard.
Her hands eager at the back of my head as she tried to spur me on.
A frenzy coming over her as she fully let herself go.
No fear.
No reservation.
I fucked my fingers in a deep, harsh rhythm.
She writhed with each one.
Chanted my name as she pressed her nails into the flesh at the back of my neck.
Needing more.
Desperation rolled from her in spastic juts. “Silas, oh…I’m…I need...”
“Wildfire, let go, give it to me.” I thrust my fingers deeper, driving them fast and hard as I licked her into oblivion.
Flames jumped and leapt, and she arched, her chest coming up from the couch as pleasure gathered as fast as a summer storm.
“How does it feel so good?” she rasped.
“Because you deserve it. You deserve to feel good,” I rumbled as I shifted, and I curled my fingers and rubbed them against her G-spot.
She went wild.
Brunette curls thrashing around her.
Spirit rushing and racing.
No question, she was about to go off like a ten-ton bomb.
Brinley climbing toward those heights as her muscles tensed and her body bowed.
Then she split.
“King,” she moaned as her head rocked on the back of the sofa and the rest of her levitated from the leather.
That nickname she’d given me was muted and coarse and grazing against me like a brutal embrace as she throbbed around my fingers.
And I wanted to be.
I wanted to be the one who ruled this body and this tender soul she was just then exposing.
That inconceivable connection glowed, crackling between us with all her wild turbulence, and fuck, there was something about it that felt like home.
My damned mind bent with the need for it to be my cock that was getting squeezed by her hot, soaked pussy.
But even this was far more than I should take, and I was the selfish fiend who lapped up every last drop of her pleasure.
Sucking her down, imbibing all that she was as she quivered and shook in my hold.
Her grunts and pants were heavy as she continued to hold onto my hair like it was the only thing keeping her from fully floating away as she remained elevated for the longest time.
