Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I need… I need…
I shove my fingers underneath me. I have to touch myself.
Out of nowhere, the vibrator appears. Blaze shoves it into my fingers. I pull it down until it’s right where I crave it, where I can grind over it.
And now I’m lost. I’m so far gone, I’m not just on another planet, I’m in another galaxy. All I know is the massive sensations that rock my body—the twin stimulations of anus and clit, the urgent fullness, the insane pleasure. I ride it, like I’m on a wave, out of control of my own body.
Blaze’s thrusts get faster, harder.
I make a long, keening cry.
Blaze pulls back and retrieves the vibrator from me.
“No,” I moan. “Please—I need it.”
He finds the entrance to my pussy and fills me with it. Now I’m stuffed full—the vibrator and the cock vying for my attention. I’m going to shatter any moment now, just splinter into a million pieces. I can’t take it. Too much. Too much pleasure. Too much sensation. Too much.
I scream.
Blaze pounds my ass four times and then shouts, burying his cock deep inside me.
My pussy spasms around the vibrator, and my anus attempts to contract around his thick cock, which makes me scream again. My body shakes and quakes as wave after wave of release roll through me.
Blaze is at my back, kissing my neck, murmuring things in my ear, but I barely notice. I’m too far away, too far gone.
“Blaze.” I’m lost.
I find myself cradled in his strong arms as he croons something softly against my hair. I blink and focus on the lines of his rugged face. “Wow. Blaze.”
“You okay, angel?”
“Mmm hmm. That was intense.” I nuzzle into his chest, rest my cheek on his shoulder. My ass hurts—a burning in my anus that leaves me feeling well-used.
“You want a shower?” he asks.
“I don’t think I can stand up,” I admit with a shaky laugh. I’m slightly embarrassed now about how freaking intimate we just got. I feel like my packaging has been ripped open and my real self is spilling out all over him.
“I’ll hold you, baby.” He stands up from the bed, still cradling me like a baby and takes me into his bathroom. I’m not even sure how we get under the water, but Blaze doesn’t put me down, he just holds me under the warm spray, rocking me gently.
I press my lips against his neck. “This is nice,” I murmur.
“You were fucking amazing,” he says, like anal sex is an Olympic sport. Actually, at this moment it feels like I just competed in an Olympic event.
And won the gold.
Blaze
I push Lia up against the tile to get enough leverage to kiss her. She accepts my harsh kisses with a serenity that blows my mind. I love seeing her so wrung out like this.
By me.
I want to be the guy who leaves her limp and well-fucked every time.
I need more of Lia Burke.
All of her.
But right now my job is to take care of her, so I put her feet down and use a washcloth to gently clean between her legs and ass cheeks. I hold her up with an arm around her waist, because she still appears to be floating. I want to wash her hair, but I’m afraid she can’t stand up without me holding on, and a one-handed wash isn’t what I have in mind.
Next time.
Because I’m damn certain there’s going to be a next time. A whole lifetime of next times, if I have my way.
Chapter 11
Lia
I moan softly into the bedcovers. Blaze rolled me to my belly this morning, inspected my ass and then ordered me to spread my legs. Now, I’m lying boneless on his bed after he essentially fucked my brains out.
His phone beeps with a text and he picks it up and looks at it. Instantly, his shoulders tense and his mouth turns into a grim line. He glances at the clock and rolls out of bed.
“What is it?” I ask, even though it’s none of my business. Or is it? I don’t know. We haven’t really defined our relationship.
“My ex. I have to get going. It’s our daughter’s birthday party today.”
I sit up, my mouth turning bone dry, stomach knotting into a tight twist. “You have a daughter?”
“Yeah. Sort of. It’s complicated. Listen, I’m sorry to run off. I didn’t realize the time—not that I’m sorry about how we spent it, by any means.” He gets dressed with the speed and efficiency of a firefighter.
“Your daughter’s birthday,” I echo again. I’m shocked by this information. I didn’t know he had a daughter—or whatever complicated thing she may be. And the fact that he’s not willing to explain it to me kind of tells me everything, doesn’t it?
This isn’t a relationship. He’s not inviting me along to meet his daughter—not that I’m presuming we’re at that stage, but still.