Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)

“The only one I’ll ever want. I’m not running, Hunter. Not anymore.”

I slide my mouth over him, taking him inside. I keep going until my lips meet my hand, which circles the base of his dick. I use my tongue to love on his dick as I take him all the way in, licking the large vein that seems to be pulsing. Slowly, I move back up, releasing his cock from my mouth. Even more pre-cum slides from his head and leaks down on my hand as I move up and down the hard length of his shaft.

“Sweetness…”

I move my tongue back down, using his pre-cum and my mouth to make his dick shine, coating it. I look up at Hunter. He’s watching everything I do. His hands are in my hair, but he’s not demanding; he’s letting me play.

I suck him all the way back in my mouth, making his huge cock disappear and hollowing out my cheeks. I repeat this and use my hand to stroke as I go back and forth, working in unison. His cock is so wet now, strands of pre-cum stringing from the head of his cock to my lips. I watch his face as my tongue gathers them into my mouth, all while my hand keeps stroking him.

“You taste so good, Hunter.”

“Jesus, sweetness…”

I use my lips to kiss his head, my tongue sliding between them to curve into the small opening and demanding more of his pre-cum. I tighten my hand on him and continue to stroke. His hand tightens in my hair, silently demanding more. I don’t give into the urge to give him what he wants. Instead, I flatten out my tongue and use his hard cock to paddle it, slapping the dick so it spanks my tongue. His heavy cock bounces back and forth, pre-cum splattering on my lips and the side of my face.

“Mmm…” I moan around him as I take the head and suck in more of his taste. His body quakes as the vibration of my voice hums against his dick.

“Jesus. Fuck!” Hunter growls. His head goes back against the wall of the elevator. “Seeing my cum on you… It’s a fucking dream come true, sweetness. You’re mine. Tell me you know that,” he all but moans out.

My other hand pets his balls and I can feel the way they’ve tightened even more. I know he’s close. His words serve as inspiration. I move my hands to his cock. It takes both of them to completely engulf them. Just acknowledging that makes my * tremor.

That’s for later, though. Right now, it’s all about Hunter.

I keep the head of his cock on my tongue as I use both hands to continue stroking him, holding him tight. My hands slide up and down his shaft easily, it’s so slick. His head pulses against my tongue. I get faster with my strokes, loving the way he’s giving me his pre-cum, a little at a time, but I know what’s coming. I know even before he growls out my name. Mine. He’s proud it’s me. He wants me. After a lifetime of feeling like I don’t measure up, that settles in my heart, and it fucking blasts away the damage all of the negative has done.

“I’m coming, sweetness. Oh, fuck, I’m going to—”

His words hit me almost at the same time his cum starts pouring into my mouth. Stream after stream is ejected from his cock, splashing on my tongue, along the side of my face, and down my chin. I can even feel it running down my neck. He groans as his eyes shut. The way his body quakes, combined with the way his hand slides against my hair caressing it, is my reward.

When it’s over, I go back to licking his semi-erect cock, cleaning it up, then kissing it with soft, barely-there touches from my lips as he recovers. It takes him a few minutes, but he reaches down and pulls me up. I resist to put one last kiss on his cock. He half-buttons his pants, leaving the zipper and belt undone. Then he pulls my clothes back up over my hips, leaving them undone.

“You’re never leaving me, Katie. We’re together no matter what or who tries to come between us. Say it.”

“I’m right here, unless you do something to fuck it up,” I tell him instead.

He looks at me, then rips his shirt off his head, using it to clean off my face and neck gently. “What am I going to do with you, Katie? Always giving me shit.”

“It’s a gift, but if you’re going to keep me, you should get used to it,” I tell him as the elevator takes off. We didn’t hit the button, I guess it has an override.

“I guess I will,” he agrees, and he’s smiling. It’s a beautiful smile.

“I love you, Hunter,” I finally say, letting it out. “I’ve only said that to two other people in my life. Bethie, and my niece. But I love you. You’re right. I should have screamed at you, not ran. I’ll never do that to you again. I’ll fight to keep us. Does that work for you?”

The look of happiness in his face deepens. “I think that’s perfect, Katydid. Just perfect.”

“You look awful happy for a man whose woman just told him she was going to spend her life screaming at him,” I tell him, trying to joke my way around the swell of emotion I feel in my chest.

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