Flash Burned (Burned 2)

I certainly wasn’t above begging—had done it many times before. But Dane didn’t disappoint. He withdrew his fingers and changed positions on the mattress, coming up on his knees behind me.

I returned to my propped-on-forearms position, back still bowed, my ass in the air. His supple yet strong hands cupped my cheeks, kneading almost roughly. I hadn’t pinpointed which body part of mine he liked the most, since he devoted equal attention to them all and diligently admired the entire package.

He playfully smacked my ass, jolting me.

“Hey,” I tossed over my shoulder. “That was for what, exactly?”

With a devilish grin and fire in his eyes, he said, “For being a bad girl and almost making me come in your mouth.”

“You like it when I’m bad.”

“And when you’re soft and sweet.”

“But that’s not what you want right now.”

“No.”

“You want me half out of my mind while you fuck me.”

“Hard.”

My stomach flipped. The throbbing in my core intensified. “What are you waiting for?”

His fingers slid along my cleft, sweeping back and forth over my pussy lips and then massaging my clit. “I don’t think you’re wet enough.”

“I’m plenty wet. So ready for you.” Everything about the man lit me up, whether he was touching me or not. I more than wanted him—I craved him. Had to have him.

“I don’t know, baby.” He gazed heatedly at me. “I’m really worked up over you. You do a phenomenal job of sucking my cock.”

My cheeks burned, though I should be used to his bedroom talk by now.

“I want you,” I simply said.

With the hand he’d used to arouse me, he stroked his erection, coating his shaft with my cream, slickening the skin.

“Now who’s the tease?” I asked.

His emerald gaze smoldered. “You know what I want.”

“Dane, please,” I finally begged, the way he liked. “Fuck me.”

His tip slid along my dewy folds, and I let out a throaty moan. Anticipation mounted as he continued to toy with me. It was wicked, a bit sadistic, and exciting at the same time.

My fingertips pressed into the ledge. My nerve endings ignited. And he wasn’t even inside me yet.

He rubbed slowly, tauntingly. So very tempting as his cock massaged with just the right amount of pressure against my clit and then along my damp flesh before returning to that ultra-sensitive spot.

“God, Dane.” I could barely breathe.

He pressed into me, just the tiniest bit. A sample of what I desperately longed for.

He stilled. I rocked back, forcing him farther in.

“No.” He didn’t let me get away with stealing more of what he wasn’t ready to give me, easing me forward with a hand at the curve on my waist.

“This is just plain cruel,” I whimpered.

“Not when I want to make you come again.”