Play With Fire (The Men of Fire 1)

Bull works me, pushing me to my absolute limits until I can’t possibly hold on any longer. I explode around him, my body quivering from the force as a low, guttural groan pulls from within him.

I go to scream out his name, but his hand comes up and presses down against my mouth, smothering my screams so I don’t wake the girls.

I ride out my orgasm on his tongue, and just when I think I’m done, he stands before me, looking down at me in excitement.

Holy hell, he’s only just getting started.

He pops the button of his jeans, and the second he releases them, they fall to the ground. His cock bounces free, and I stare in wonder. He’s a fucking monster. I don’t think I even know what to do with something like that, but hell, I’m not one to back down from a challenge.

Bull takes hold of his cock, slowly stroking up and down as he moves towards me, never once taking his eyes off mine.

Everything inside of me clenches. The anticipation builds and just the thought of having him push that thing deep inside of me … fuck.

I think I’m dead. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life. He stalks me like a predator coming for his prey, and I find myself sitting up to meet him.

I scoot back up the bed, making room for him as he kneels down between my legs, his eyes heated and intense, never moving from mine. An arm curls around my waist, and he lays me down while hovering over me.

I hook my leg around his waist, drawing him down toward me, only to feel his heavy erection drop against my stomach. I groan, my eyes rolling back as I bite down on my bottom lip. If he doesn’t do something about this soon, I might just die.

Bull’s lips come down on mine, and I taste myself on his tongue. I can’t resist any longer. I reach between us, taking hold of his massive length. My hand hardly fits around him, but from the moan that vibrates through his chest, I’d dare say that I’m doing something right.

My hand travels up and down, my thumb rolling over his tip as I accustom myself to the soft feel of his velvety skin. “Fuck, Angel,” he grumbles, raising his head from mine only to brush his lips so delicately across my skin. “You were made for me.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.”

Bull smiles against my lips as he adjusts himself between my legs and not a second later, he guides his stiff cock into me until he can’t possibly go any further. He stretches me as I arch my back, pressing up into him. I’ve never been so full.

Bull’s fingers tighten on my waist as he slowly draws himself back. “Fuck,” he groans low, letting his head fall into the curve of my neck. My hands wind around his back, and as he pushes back in, my nails dig into his skin.

He picks up his pace and just when I think he’s reaching his climax, he curls his arms around my waist and rolls us until I straddle his hips. I groan as this position has him seated so much deeper, and as his hands fall back to my waist, he hands over control, and I take it greedily.

I start to ride him, rocking back and forth on his thick cock, and a gasp tears out of me when he reaches between us and finds my clit with his thumb. His touch has me desperate for another release, and I start riding him like my life depends on it.

I lean forward, gripping the headboard, and he instantly flicks his tongue over my nipple, sending me into overdrive. “I’m close,” I tell him, unable to hold on much longer.

Bull shakes his head. “Don’t you dare. Not yet.”

“I … I can’t.”

Bull moves us until he’s sitting up against the headboard and takes my hips with both hands, holding me still as he takes over control. He thrusts up into me and I throw my head back. His fingers dig into my hips, and I drown in his intoxicating strength.

I get closer and closer. My breath comes in heavy pants, and when a deep grunt is torn from his throat, the sound is my undoing. I come hard on his dick, clenching around him as he explodes within me, sending hot spurts of come shooting up inside of me. How is it possible to feel this good?

Bull looks up at me in wonder as I catch my breath and fall down into his chest. He catches me with ease before sliding us down in the bed.

We lay in silence for the shortest moment before Bull’s hand travels down to my ass and takes a good hold as though that’s exactly where it belongs. “I know you’re probably not ready to hear this,” he murmurs into the quiet room, “But I’m falling in love with you, Amelia. I want it all with you. Your girls, a family, a home, a life together. Every thought I have is consumed by you. You’re the strongest woman I know. Beautiful, talented, patient … sarcastic.”