Richard

rike a match and let it drop. Let those flames do what they did best. Let them consume.

That’s the way these men were looking at her now. Like they wanted to consume her. Devour her whole.

I thought of a verse. An incomparable verse, and not my own.

Like a fiend in a cloud

With howling woe,

After night I do croud,

And with night will go_._._._

Blake—William—he was perfection. The ultimate idol, truly worthy of worship. A better god than the one my mother had believed in had ever turned out to be. But the honeyed glow of his words darkened when I realized I was getting hard. Again.

That was bad of me. Unclean. I hammered it down with my fist when no one was looking and tore my eyes away from the goddess I adored. From that bastion of purity trapped in Sodom’s embrace_._._._

Where my gaze fell next brought me pause. Then calamity. Then pure, blind rage. Anger so thick it might as well have been smoke choking the life out of me, burning my lungs.

What the fuck is she doing here?

I watched her from the darkness. Saw her move. Saw her gyrate. She called herself a “dancer,” as all these lost women did, but I knew what she was. She was basking in the hellfire glow of her sin. And I’d seen her before, though it took me a moment to realize where.

And then my stomach turned. I didn’t understand. How could she be here, with that siren’s call of her hips? How could she be standing in front of me, looking straight at me, and have no idea who I was?

I shook with fear and rage. How could she be alive, when not so very long ago, I’d killed her?

Chapter 1

Gunner

“Keep it down!” I hissed, balls-deep in the most succulent little thing I’d had in weeks. I’d always loved fucking screamers, but having this chick wake up the entire firehouse would have killed my boner like nothing else.

Let’s be honest—it wasn’t the idea of my fellow firefighters knowing I was plowing some gorgeous chick on the break room table that bothered me so much. I’d end up bragging about it in a few hours over breakfast to a score of whoops and “atta-boys” from my firehouse brothers. Waking up the fire chief was a whole other matter. It would have done no favors for my continued employment.

“Fuck!” she moaned “Gunner, it feels so good!” She squirmed her hips as I teased at her clit with my thumb, the rest of my hand resting on her pubic mound to keep her somewhat in one place.

“Quiet!” I said, glancing toward the door that led out into the hallway, dreading that a silhouette might just cross by while this loudmouth was screaming about how thick my cock was.

And if it wasn’t her mouth that got me in trouble, it was going to be this sweet pussy. I was trying to hold back, trying to keep my cum in my balls until I could pull out and let her gulp it all down, but the way she was moving had me in a tight spot. This girl was a handful.

Brandy bit down on her wrist, making some effort to keep quiet while I fucked her brains out—for all the good it did. Every few seconds her back would arch up and she’d let out a moan that could wake up the entire neighborhood.

Enough is enough, I thought, pulling out of her just long enough to rip her panties from around her ankles and shove the lacy silk right into her mouth, reducing those screams to muffled moans. I smiled at my own ingenuity before getting back to business, my fingers still tirelessly teasing her throbbing nub.

Her indistinct screams grew louder against the makeshift gag and those gorgeous, round hips of hers started to buck against every thrust. I couldn’t help but grin as I watched the makings of an earth-shattering orgasm play across her face, her entire body writhing and flailing against my steady grip on her.

“That’s it,” I said, driving my thick cock harder into her, eagerly shoving her over the edge and into a warm, welcoming oblivion. “Good girl. I know what a little slut like you needs.”

Brandy looked up into my eyes, nodding as she threw her head back, digging her nails into my skin as before she swooned backward. Her chest heaved and she let out a soft, plaintive whimper with every exhale. Her body glistened with sweat, a soft silver sheen of moonlight from the open windows making her skin glow in the darkness of the station’s break room.

I looked at her for a moment, watching the dazed expression on her face and admiring my handwork. But I was far from done.

I climbed up on top of the table, straddling her chest as she looked up at me, my dick resting against the valley between her soft tits. She smiled around the gag, pushing her breasts around my wet dick as I started to move it back and forward between them.

Prior experience gave me more than enough confidence that the table could hold the two of us—even while we were fucking like animals. Hell, the damn thing never even made a noise the entire time I fucked those pretty little tits. I could feel my balls starting to tighten and my shaft swelling as it filled with cum, building up pressure before it all came gushing out onto her chest. There’s nothing better than the way a girl looks with my cum dripping off of her like a pearl necklace.

I could hear moaning even louder around the wadded up panties in her mouth. She’d managed to get a hand down between her thighs and she was jilling herself off in earnest, her chest working hard as I felt my climax barreling toward me. I wasn’t about to remove those panties. I figured if she had anything important to say, it could wait until after I finished.

My cock spasmed hard, and I threw my head back as a wave of pleasure shot up from my swollen erection. I closed my eyes as I basked in the brief glory of my own orgasm. My cum burst out of the tip in thick, white ropes across her chest, my hips still working back and forth as I came, drenching her in my lust.

I let out a slow groan as I ruined those pretty tits. I couldn’t help loving the way they bounced as my body moved on top of hers, her pert little nipples stiffening in the cold air around her. It was almost a full minute before I tear my gaze away from that cum-covered perfection to look into those pretty brown eyes of hers. I could see it. She’d driven herself back over the cliff again, a massive orgasm rolling through her like a freight train. I gazed into those eyes and I smiled…

Just in time to see them roll back into her head as she went limp.

“Brandy?” I asked, keeping my voice low as I turned her face toward me, only to have it fall back where it had been. I gently slapped my hand against her cheek, hoping that she’d just zoned out from her orgasm, but when she didn’t stir I started to panic.

Fuck, I thought, climbing off of her chest before I pulled her panties out of her mouth, tossing them aside as I put two fingers against the vein in her neck to feel for a pulse. I could feel her heart beating. It was like a hummingbird’s wings—fast and frantic.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. What the fuck happened?

I put my ear close to her mouth, hoping to at least hear and feel her breath against my skin.

Fuck!

“Help!” I cried, hurriedly pulling my pants on as I pushed open the door to the hallway. “Somebody, help! Get the fuckin’ pads!”

I screamed as loud as I could until the sounds of rushing firemen echoed down the hall toward me. Two of my guys had stumbled out of our more official sleeping quarters and were making their way to the break room. I moved out of the door as four more firemen followed.

They crowded around her in only a matter of seconds, checking her pulse just like I’d done. Within an instant I watched a bare-chested fireman straddling her, ready to start compressions if necessary. Someone else started shouting for our in-house defibrillator. The thought crossed my mind that I might have actually fucked her to death—until I remembered how stupid that sounded.

“Shit, Gunner. The fuck did you do, man?”

My lips felt numb. My face flushed. “I don’t know, I just fucked her!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sakes,” someone shouted from behind me. “Move!”

One of the guys came through with the portable defibrillator. Only a few seconds had

went by, the whole station working together swiftly to assess the situation. Tensions were high, but before he could start charging paddles, someone started laughing.

“Guy’s, she’s just passed out,” I heard a familiar voice say from within the crowd of men—my friend, Tom Stoggins. Seeing as I’d damn near started administering CPR, I’d never been so glad he was moonlighting as an EMT in my life. “Gunner here fucked her lights out.”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know she was gonna crash on me?” I grumbled, leaning my elbow on the very same table I’d been pounding Brandy. “I mean, shit, she can take it…”

Ten minutes later she was back on her feet and going to be fine, but waking up naked and surrounded by firefighters hadn’t exactly gone over well for her. She stumbled and damn near passed out a second time. I was going to have to screen my booty calls more thoroughly in the future… I needed them a bit more… Robust…