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“Please…”
Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to reach for her because I knew as soon as I touched her—as soon as that slick desire coated my fingers and her hot pussy clamped around my hand, I wouldn’t be able to pull away. Not even to free myself.
Dragging my gaze back to hers, I savored the color in her cheeks—not from embarrassment but from need.
“All day, I’ve thought about this. About stuffing your little pussy and coming inside you,” I ground out. “Say it again. Tell me I can fill you with my cum.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “You can come inside me. I need you to come inside me, Blaze.”
Growling, I wrenched open my belt and then undid my fly. In seconds, I had my cock locked in my fist, the length pulsing and thick with the need to come. To fuck her bare and fill her up.
“You’re so puffy and wet. So ready for my bare cock,” I ground out, satiating my gnawing hunger with steady hard pumps. Each time, my thumb rubbed over my piercing, and precum leaked off it and dripped onto her.
At the first drop, her stomach rippled and she broke out in a thousand goose bumps, the sight swelling me thicker.
“I’ve never not used a condom before,” I told her roughly, need fraying the edges of my vision. I’d been so blinded by her revelation before there was no room to think of the assurances I should’ve given her. That I was clean and tested and, in spite of my infamous past, I’d never done this.
Her eyes widened. “How…”
“Condom was defective,” I told her, knowing she wondered about Paisley. “So this is a…first, for me, too.”
My jaw clenched and released like a drum beating against my cheek. A dangerous first.
She shivered as another drop of precum hit her stomach. “Blaze, please.” Even as she spoke, her body tensed and another rush of desire slid down along her seam to her ass.
“Please what, my little queen?” I demanded, my voice thick. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Please…fuck me.”
A groan of ecstasy tore from my chest, and I slid my hand that had been locked on her thigh down between us. “Fuck you how?” I swiped my thumb through her pussy and then pressed hard on her clit.
“Blaze!” She bucked off the grass, need writhing through her.
“Fuck you bare.” I fed her the words. “Say it.”
She whimpered because I held my touch back from where she wanted it most.
“I want you to fuck me bare,” she begged desperately, tacking on a delicious, trembling, “Please,” at the end.
“God, yes,” I hissed, having to stop my fist from moving before I fucking exploded. “I’m so fucking hard right now, look at me. Look how full I am, so fucking stretched to be able to fill you up,” I said, watching her heady stare lower to my cock, watching her beautiful mouth parting as I kept dripping onto her stomach.
I dragged my fingers through her pussy and settled them at her entrance, teasing and testing her soaked hole.
“Please,” she mewled.
“I’m going to fuck you bare, my little queen,” I crooned, pushing two fingers inside her and losing my ability to see straight. “I’m going to fuck this little pussy of yours with my bare cock just like you want.”
“Yes.”
Her unabashed need fueled my own. “Look at my piercing,” I commanded, and when my little queen obeyed, I rubbed the bead of moisture on my tip over the metal, making it wink at her. “You’re going to feel this all the way in your stomach. So fucking deep that when I come, when I fill you up, you’re going to taste my cum all the way in your throat.”
“Yes, Blaze. Please,” she panted again, pushing her body upward into my fingers, and when I looked in her eyes, I watched tears of need slip from them.
Her plea sent an uncontrollable wave of possession through me. This incredible woman was begging me to fuck her. To take her in a way that no one had before. That no one would ever—
“Fuck,” I snarled at the unexpected—unacceptable thought, and tugged my fingers free, instantly replacing them with the tip of my cock. I coated myself in her honey, my hardware glistening as stars exploded in my vision as my chest caved in with need.
I pushed my cock inside her, quaking at her tightness. Without the condom, I could feel every ripple, every tight flex as her body struggled to fit me. But even if I could stop myself to check for any discomfort, her nails digging into my wrists and the moans leaving her mouth told me I didn’t have to check—didn’t have to worry.
