Burn (Breathless #3)

He let one go, hastily tearing away the silky panties he’d just fucked her in. He wanted her ass, and as sexy as the lingerie was, there was only one slit that gave him access to her *. He slid his hand underneath her now bare ass, pushing upward so her ass was presented. Her eyes widened when she realized he meant to take her this way. Usually when he fucked her ass, she was on her hands and knees. But this way, she was a lot more vulnerable. Completely open to him, her legs hiked high in the air, her ass curved upward just ready for him to dive in.

He guided his cock to her ass, taking only a moment to reach for the lubricant.

“I’m not using much this time, baby. Just enough to get inside you. I want you to feel it. Feel me pushing inside.”

Her breath hiccupped over her lips. She licked them in anticipation and he damn near lost it on the spot. His jaw clenched, he hastily applied lubricant to his straining erection and then tossed the tube aside as he positioned himself. The minute he lodged the head against her opening, he removed his hand and wrapped it around her heel so both hands were holding her shoes, spreading her wide for his invasion.

He pushed in, not hesitating. She opened for him, her eyes growing even wider as she stretched to accommodate him.

“That’s it, baby,” he said in an approving tone. “Let me in. I’m going to fuck you hard until we both come. I want you to use your hand because I’m going to be holding your shoes the entire time I’m fucking you. But don’t come until I tell you, okay?”

“’Kay,” she said in a dreamy voice.

She slipped one hand between her thighs and over her clit, emitting a moan when she stroked.

Using that moment of inattention, when she was focused on her own pleasure, he surged forward, opening her in one ruthless thrust. She bucked upward, her cry splintering the air.

He was balls-deep, pressed against her, straining to get deeper still.

“Oh hell,” he groaned. “Not going to last long, baby. You need to get there because I’m going to go hard and I’m not stopping until I come.”

“I’m there,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t stop, Ash. I’m so close.”

Needing no further encouragement, he began to thrust hard into her. His thighs slapped against her ass, jiggling her entire body. She closed her eyes and arched her neck upward as he began the race to completion.

She came first, her sharp cry washing over him, urging him on to his own orgasm. He began coming, jet after jet of his semen shooting deep inside her body, easing his way. Her fingers worked furiously over her clit as he rammed harder and deeper. Then she let her hand fall away, her chest heaving, eyes wild and unfocused.

He lunged into her one last time and held himself deep as he finished emptying himself into her body. Then he lowered himself onto her, carefully letting her heels go and allowing her legs to fall limply onto the bed.

They were both struggling to catch their breath, to suck in enough air into their burning lungs. He closed his eyes, gathering her tightly against him, holding her close so he felt the beat of her heart.

It had never been like this. Never before. Only with Josie. His heart was so full, it felt near to bursting. So much he wanted to say. That he wanted to tell her.

Her fingers stroked through his hair, caressing gently before they fell away, her body going lax beneath him. He picked up his head, staring down at her, a broad smile curving his lips upward.

She was out cold.

Chuckling, he gently extricated himself from her body and then he went into the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to clean her up. After ensuring she was clean and comfortable, he pulled her heels off, then rid himself of the rest of his clothing before picking her up and positioning her on the bed. He crawled in beside her, reaching to turn off the lamp.

The room was doused in darkness and he pulled her close, into the shelter of his body. He stroked her body, enjoying the feel of her warm and sated next to him.

Yeah, girls’ night out definitely needed to be a regular event. There wasn’t anything better than having a gorgeous, very drunk, cute-as-hell woman come home to him wanting nothing more than to be fucked in killer heels.

He made a mental note to go and buy her a dozen pairs of sexy, sparkly heels. And while he was at it, he’d definitely be buying more of the naughty lingerie, complete with access slits.





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