The Fire-Bringer

r me, I am having a little trouble breathing. If I want to, I can lean over and lick his jaw. He

nswers, lowering his head to my neck. Before I can dodge him or ask what he's doing,

p from the front of his shirt. I goggle at the palm prints I left behind. "What the hell are you d

ur eyes when I walked in with Olive. You want me for yourself." He grabs my hair and pulls my head back so my throat is e

to resist as he kisses his way down to my right breast, capturing my nipple in his mouth. Gasping, I bury my fingers in his silky hair and hold his head against my chest. I open my eyes and watch his cheeks hollow out as he suckles me, pulling back br

s his trousers, and lowers his boxer shorts. His cock, long and thick, springs up between us. He exhales harshly as I wrap my

didn't want him. I have also never been in this kind of situation with a guy after only knowing him for less than a day. Hell, it's been my rule never to sleep with anyone u

he whispers ag

r and take him to the opening of my cunt. "I don't do this with just anyone." I don't know why, but at the time, it seemed i

with his own as he begins to push into me. Groaning against my lips, he s

a great idea. He retreats until he is almost all the way out, then pushes himself back in, getting a little further this time. I squirm with discomfort and wiggl

through gritted teeth.

on't think this is going to

know this is uncomfortable for you, but just give me a moment. I'll make it worth you

his abdominal muscles. There is a trail of hair that leads from his navel all the way down to where he is currently attached to me. He lets go of me so he can take off his shirt and for a moment, I can only stare in awe at the masculine beauty of

my clit between his thumb and index finger, rears back, and slams himself b

oesn't move as though he is allowing me to get used to his girth, planting kisses along my jaw and neck, telling me how beautiful I am and how lucky he is

says. And then he starts to thrust in and out of me, securing my

humb rubs my clit. I dig my nails into his back as this tingling pleasure starts to radiate from my toes, crawling up my legs and thighs until it reaches the very heart of me. My orgasm slams into me like a freight train and I almost pass out from the intensity of it. As I gasp for

back. "Lottie," he says in what sounds like amazement

he counter and land softly on the cold marble floor, but my knees buckle under my weight and I grab his arm to keep myself from falling on my ass. I wince as I take a step. I am sore in ways I have never d

grabs my arm and pulls me b

o work after lunch, so my dad must be freaking out." I brush my hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. I pull at my arm again,

lifts me up, and puts me back on t

mpire is all over my grill. His bathroom is twice the size of my bedroom at my parents' house, but somehow I can't get enough air. I give him a little push, but he d

er on either side of me, effectively blocking my escape. He leans over until his face is only inches away from