Flash Burned (Burned 2)

He pulled out, his cock stroking along my folds once more. A bit faster. An exhilarating sensation that sent flames over my skin. He pushed against that throbbing bud between my legs and caressed skillfully.

As much as I wanted him inside me, the sensual rhythm along my hypersensitive flesh ensnared me. My eyelids drifted closed. I moved with him.

“Dane,” I murmured encouragingly.

“Changed your tune, I see.” Triumph tinged his intimate tone.

“Bed is no place to gloat.”

“But sometimes you need a little coaxing to my side.”

His very dark and edgy side. His intensely raw and occasionally dangerous side.

The hand that held my waist slipped around to my front and skimmed up to palm my breast. He squeezed enticingly, then pinched and rolled my nipple, pebbling it tight.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered.

“You’re going to make me come.”

“That’s what I love doing.”

A smile curved my lips. “And you’re fantastic at it.”

The crown of his erection nudged in once more. Dipping into me. Retreating. Dipping again.

My inner walls clenched, wanting to hold on to him, to never let him go. Wanting him to fill me and drive deep.

But then he went back to the erotic stroking along my lips and clit. A bit more forcefully, a heartier pace.

Lust shot through me. The thrumming in my pussy grew; the throbbing of my clit became strong, insistent. I clawed at the ledge as his hand shifted to my other breast, his fingers curling around the full mound, heavy and tender with my desire for him. The pad of his thumb whisked over the puckered nipple.

“I’m going to come,” I said on sharp puffs of air. “Oh, Christ. I’m going to come so hard.”

“Do it,” he demanded.

r /> I was so frenzied, my body shook with the pleasure he brought.

Dane’s hand slid from my breast to that pearl between my legs, just as his cock thrust into me. Deep.

“Oh, fuck!” I called out. “Dane!” I with a fervent peaking that rocked me to the core of my being and sent scorching waves through every inch of my quaking body. “Christ!”

I clutched him, eliciting another low growl.

“Baby,” he said as he buried himself all the way, filling me thickly, stretching me. “Squeeze me tight.”

My inner muscles milked his cock.

“Like that,” he whispered.

He stroked in a measured pace, almost pulling out before pushing back in. My orgasm still radiated vibrantly, prolonged by this new pleasure.

“Dane,” I gasped.

One of his hands clasped my hip. The other still rubbed my clit as he pumped into me. “Nothing feels better than you, than this.”

I was as caught up in the passion as he was, torn between needing another soul-stealing release and wanting him to stay sliding and stroking forever.

His hunky body curled around mine and he kissed my shoulder, then nipped at the side of my neck.