Burned: Devil's Blaze MC Book 2 (6 page)

Do I want all of it? Is that really a question? I want to tell him to quit talking and show me more action. I don’t get the chance because he grabs the bottom edge of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Cool air meets my heated flesh and chills of excitement break out over my body.

“Take off the skirt, Holly. Leave your boots on,” he orders, his voice dark. At the mention of the fake name, my excitement cools, but I do my best to block it out. I push my nerves—and my skirt—down. I can’t exactly shimmy out of it. My leg doesn’t allow for that, and I don’t want Torch to see my injury—my weakness. My father and grandfather spent way too much time finding my weaknesses and using them against me. No man,
no person
, will ever do that to me again.

Torch has his zipper undone and his cock out, stroking it as he watches me. The sight makes heat run through me and it feels like every female part of me might spontaneously combust. I may not be as pure as my sister, but I’ve not exactly been with a huge number of men, either. Six, in total. Seven if you count Torch, and he should most
definitely
count. His dick is a work of art. It’s large, though not huge. Still big enough that it will take effort to work him inside of me. And he’s
wide
. He’s so fucking thick and wide that being with him may destroy me. He’s more beautiful than any work of art. As he moves his hand back and forth stroking himself, I pull my eyes up to take in his face. The obvious pleasure he gets from it and the lust in his eyes make my knees weak. Praise Jesus, I want to get down on my knees and worship at the altar of Torch. No wonder he’s a cocky asshole; women probably throw themselves at him for just a small taste once they see him. Who could blame them? 

“You’re fading away from me, Holly. Eyes and mind, on
me
. Get rid of the bra,” he orders, and it may be my imagination but his voice seems darker and huskier than before. I don’t think to question him. My hands go immediately to my bra to do as he orders. “Stop. Turn around. I want to see your ass.”

I look up at him questioningly. I mean, that’s fine, it’s even kind of hot, but is there a problem with the rest of me? I ignore the voices in my head that tap into my own insecurities and turn from him. Then I take off my bra. I hold it away from my body, looking over my shoulder at him as I drop it to the floor.

“Like this?”

He still stands there firmly stroking his cock. He’s kicked his boots off, but his pants are still up. I guess I should just thank God he goes commando because at least there’s nothing in the way of that beautiful cock and the show he’s putting on.

“Your ass is red. Does it still burn, sweetness?”

There’s no mistaking the need in his voice. It makes my pussy spasm.

“It feels… hot…”

“It looks fucking hotter,” he says. I bite my lip, wanting to moan as he keeps stroking himself. I can see pre-cum leaking over the head of his cock and flowing down on his hand as he works himself. “Get on the bed. Stomach down.” Nerves float through me. I lean down to unhook my boots and he growls. “Leave the fucking boots on, Holly, and the next time you bend over like that, you best be prepared to have my cock buried in your ass. Now get on the bed.”

Oh, wow
. Okay. I mean, I like my boots. They hide the fact that one leg isn’t exactly right and they do it in style, but I never imagined wearing them while being fucked. I’m not sure what it is about Torch that makes that seem like the hottest thing ever.

I walk carefully over to the bed, hating that I’m terrified of stumbling and having him discover there’s something
off
with me. I take a deep breath and get on the bed, face down. I hear him padding heavily over to me even without his boots. I twist to get a better look at him, but he stops me.

“Chin to the bed. Look straight ahead, Holly. Don’t turn around.” His orders are short and commanding and I obey, then wince at how easily I’m falling under his spell. 

“Yes, master,” I grumble under my breath, upset with myself more than him. Truthfully, everything he does is hot. I just never thought I’d be
that
woman—the one to follow commands so easily. I stop thinking when his hand comes down hard on my ass. The skin is already battered and reddened from his earlier attention, and as his hand connects with the tender flesh, tears immediately spring to my eyes and I cry out.

“Don’t smart off to me, Holly. I can promise you, I’ll make you regret it.”

“You’d hurt me?” I ask. I hate the fear in my voice. I know more about hurt than most people. The fact that Torch might be a man who would hurt another person twists inside of me.

He spanks me, harder this time, and then again. “I’d only stretch your limits and the things I do to you will always end in pleasure. But if you ask me such a horrible question again, sweet Holly, I’ll torture your body until you’re begging constantly to come, and I won’t let you. I won’t let your body have a release for hours and hours,” he says, delivering another blow.

“Hunter!”
I cry out, and he does it again… and again. Each time, I know he’s taking care with me. His hand connects and then soothes the skin, and he spaces each spanking out. I register that, and it does something to the inside of me. At the same time, it hurts and the pain makes my body quake. He reaches around me. I see a quick blur of white and the next thing I know he’s lifting my ass up and pushing a pillow under my stomach. He angles my body by using the pillows from the bed and his hands. He gets me exactly where he wants me: head down and ass up in the air. Then, he pulls my legs apart and puts himself between them. I know because the rough material of his jeans brushes against my thighs. His hand moves over my ass, the skin cool and feeling good against my heated body. I moan when his lips touch the same places. His tongue follows the path and I grow louder in my appreciation.

“You like that, sweetness?” he whispers. 

“Yes.” I can’t even deny it—not that it would help. I know he can tell by the way my body thrusts towards him, wanting more attention. When his tongue glides over my ass cheek to slide in the valley between, my body stiffens. “Hunter…”

“Shh,” he whispers, his hands pulling on my cheeks and widening the gap, and I know why because I feel his hot breath and his tongue slipping further towards the small round entrance to my ass. My body trembles. This is uncharted territory for me and I’m not sure what to expect. When his tongue darts around the opening and then plays just on the side, I instinctively tighten my muscles there to ward off his entrance. Surely he doesn’t mean to… I mean not…
there.
Then, when I feel his mouth attack me, I forget to question
anything
. He pulls my ass into him as he uses his lips and his tongue to torture my hole. Pushing his tongue inside a little deeper and licking all around the rim of the opening, he drags his teeth over the area and bites the flesh when he can. So much is hitting me at once. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and I’m pretty sure I never will again.

I don’t think I was prepared for Torch.

I hear myself, but I can’t stop it. It’s a one night stand for Christ’s sake. Still, I find myself fantasizing about keeping her longer.
About fucking her longer
.
About teaching her how to please me… longer.
It’s all in my head and it’s fucking with me. None of it is her fault, but motherfucker, I’m going to take my frustrations out on her body.

I work my tongue around the ring of her ass, coating it. I want to fuck her ass, but I can tell from her reaction that’s she’s never had a cock there before. My dick is wide and there’s no way I can fuck a virgin ass without preparing it. If I had more time…

I growl and bite into the check of her ass while pushing my fingers further down, finding her pussy. God, she’s so wet, it feels like she already came. I let my fingers play in her cream, petting her poor swollen clit. The fucker is pulsating it needs to come so bad. Next go around, I’m going to torture it with my mouth. Jesus, I bet I could almost drown from her orgasm when I’m eating out this juicy cunt.

I bring my fingers back to her ass, pulling my face away so I can watch as I paint that perfect little hole with the sweet liquid from her pussy. Fucking beautiful, and only more so when I take my index finger and thrust it into the small hole. The opening stretches, making way for it and tightening at the same time.

“Oh, God… What are you doing?” she moans.

“You like that, baby? Does it feel good? Do you like having my fingers ass-fucking you?”

I move my finger around on the inside of her as she slowly takes it in past my knuckle.
Jesus, fuck
. It’s so damned tight and it’s just my finger in there. Pre-cum pours off the head of my cock, begging me to let it inside her.
How I wish I could.

“I have a pussy!” she growls. I grin because she’s testing me yet again. If I had more time, I would spend the whole night with her body on the brink of orgasm and never giving it to her.

More time
…

Just thinking that pisses me off yet-the-fuck-again, so I thrust another finger inside her ass without warning.

“Fuck!” she growls, her ass going back at the intrusion. I bite down on her cheek, not even trying to be gentle. My fingers pound her tight little hole, my teeth mark her ass hard, and I pull my fingers apart inside of her, stretching her just because I fucking can. She’s into it because she’s tightening against my fingers trying to ride them, trying to fucking break them, she’s sucking them so tight. “Hunter!” she calls out, and I can hear the break in her voice.

She’s close to coming and I’ve barely started.

I pull my hand out at the same time my teeth release her ass. I let my tongue soothe the bite.

“Holly.” She keeps whimpering and trying to thrust her ass back onto me, begging for my fingers again. “Holly!” I command louder. Her body freezes. She turns her head to the side to look at me. “Reach into the nightstand and get me a condom.”

She swallows, looking at me. Fuck, I’m even entranced by the way her throat moves. How will it move when it’s stuffed full of my dick? That’s one thing I will definitely find out tonight. There’s something in her eyes, but I don’t have time to figure out what it is; my own are just too full of fucking lust. I need to come and I need to come now.

She stretches away from me, but I keep a hold of her ass, not letting her go too far. She reaches in and then throws a bunch of condoms back at me. I grin. There’s at least eight, maybe more.

“That’s a lot of condoms.” I tear open the foil on one of them with my teeth, then slide the fucker down on my dick. 

“Oh, well, if you’re not up to the challenge…”

I’m sliding my latex-covered cock around her pussy, teasing her clit while at the same time covering it in her cream. At her words, though, I decide I shouldn’t be nice, so I move my dick to her pussy and thrust inside, quick and hard, and I don’t stop until my balls are pushing against her wet core.

“Son of a bitch!” she shouts out, but her pussy spasms on my cock already, primed to come. 

“What’s wrong, sweetness?” I ask her while I use my hold on her hips to adjust her body the way I want it. I slant her so that my dick will rake her womb in a tilted direction. Then, I move over her body, stretching across her. I know my rough jeans are scratching against her tender ass and I know it stings—I can tell by the way that hissing noise leaves her lips. My hands find her breasts and I squeeze the fullness of them. She’s completely underneath me, at my mercy, and her pussy is stretched to the limit with my cock. It feels fucking perfect.

“Jesus, you’re packing a cannon,” she groans as I pull back, then slam inside of her even harder than before.

“That’s right, sweetness, and it’s all fucking loaded to explode inside you. Now, hold the fuck on,” I growl, slamming into her again.

“Hunter!” she calls, but I’m too far gone. I handle her breasts so hard I’m bruising them, but it’s no harder than the way my cock rams her. The fucking bedpost bangs against the wall with each thrust, and Holly is so greedy for it that she is meeting each thrust just as hard. She’s right there with me. I can feel heat running down my spine. I’m already fucking close to coming. I’ve never gotten so excited so quickly. I’m more one to torture my toy and enjoy the full meal. Holly is something else entirely, from what I’m used to, and I can’t hold back. I let go of one of her breasts to bring my fingers down to her clit. It takes a few glides and a hard pinch and she fucking shatters around my dick. I continue ramming in and out of her, and even after I’ve emptied everything I have into the condom, I find myself still slowly gliding in and out of her pussy while my hand pets her ass.

“Damn, sweetness,” I say when I can find my voice.

“Yeah…” Her voice is muffled because her face is buried in the bedspread.

“Are you okay?” Fuck if I’m not smiling.

“Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for round two,” she mumbles, and just like that, my bastard cock jerks in reaction.

One night might not be enough. I got a feeling I’ll be getting Ms. Holly’s digits and setting up another meeting. Damned if that idea don’t make my smile widen.