Page 212 of Forged in the Fire
Once again looking like autumn riding in on a hurricane.
“Wildfire.” I mumbled it. Word nothing but guttural praise.
Knew she was going to burn my world down the moment I saw her. There was no longer any question about it.
“Is that what you want? You want my cock stuffed down your throat?” The hungry words scored off my tongue.
Brinley’s entire body quaked, and she stroked me from root to tip. Just that bare attention nearly sent me over the edge.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me.” The admission was breathy.
There was the truth. That goodness seeping through the temptress who’d been sent to do me in.
Possession pulsed through my being, and I brushed the pad of my thumb over her lips. “You want me to fuck this smart, sexy mouth?”
She swallowed hard, woman quivering with nerves and greed.
Fuck, I needed to remember to be careful.
She was trying to push herself. So ready to set herself free. That was exactly what I intended, but I couldn’t get selfish in the middle of it.
She stroked me again, murmuring, “Yes,”
before she leaned up and sucked just the head of my dick between her full, lush lips.
I nearly came, and I hissed as I tightened my hands on her jaw. “Fuck, Brinley.”
She peered up at me for a blink, held, hesitating maybe, checking herself, before she came to a quick decision and dove all the way in.
Taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
I nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Punched in the face. Kicked in the gut.
She sucked and licked as she drew back out and then plunged back in again.
An electric charge zinged through my body, tightening my muscles and prowling up and down the base of my spine.
“Brinley…shit…so good. How can one mouth feel this fuckin’ good?”
She moaned around me, and it sent the vibrations rolling through every molecule in my being.
Chills lifted across my skin.
Fuck. Didn’t think I’d ever felt anything as perfect as this.
Her hot tongue and wet mouth.
I let her set the rhythm, which was just fine considering this woman was a phenom at giving head.
Stroking and sucking as she took me as deep as she could.
Rising up on her knees before she sank down to devour me all over again.
She worked me straight into a stupor.
Hijacking my body and mind.
Thoughts captive. Slanting in directions that I knew better than to contemplate.
