Free Defying Fate by Heidi Lis

Fucking-A-Izzy, your body, feels like fucking heaven.”
    His teeth nip a bit harder this time. Yeah, bite me you beast. Mark me, at least this time I want a mark on me. Braxton’s mark would be a welcome one. The others are just a disgusting reminder. Maybe I need some of Braxton’s marks to help me forget the other ones.
    Breathing harder and grinding my sex into his hand, I close my thighs to ride against him. Moaning and pulling and rubbing and losing all sense of rationality, I fall apart. Crying out as I am trembling into pieces. Fuck I can’t stop the feelings; I need him. No! I Fucking Want Him. My orgasm is drawn out with the feeling of his palm on my clit and the rubbing of his dick against my ass. I ride it out with not an ounce of embarrassment.
    “That’s it Izzy, fucking ride my hand. Feel me baby, rock hard against your sweet ass. Jesus, I feel like I’m seventeen again. If it’s this damn good now wait till I have you naked and riding my cock baby, I might not live through that. I want you Iz, like I need the air to breathe.”
    Collapsing into him, he wraps me up to kiss my head. To say that was one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had would be an understatement. Good Lord, I never knew how good it could be. My orgasms to-date have been okay, I seem to have better ones with my own hand than the lackluster lovers I have had in my past. Some guys know what they are doing better than others. Most men are selfish and only think about their own needs, to give a fuck if the girl they are with getting off or not.
    With Braxton, it’s different. He sets my body on fire with his eyes alone. When his voice comes into play with his rock on body it’s just over the top fuck-a-licious.
    Smiling like a school girl, I chuckle a bit too loud. “Braxton, that was fucking-a-amazing. Jesus, did you take a class in all the ways to please a woman or am I just damn lucky?”
    Holding me tighter, he whispers in my ear. “Iz, you’re like a drug I’m addicted to. I can’t get enough when I am around you, girl.” His laughter stops as he says, “Shit, you lit up and turned into a sex kitten ready to eat me alive. Hmmm; Sparkplug. My new nickname for you is Sparkplug.”
    “What the hell does that mean?” Turning my head so I can look back into his eyes, all, I see, is mischief. “What does Sparkplug mean?” Taking in his wild array of emotions dancing across his face, I’m not sure what he is going to tell me.
    “One minute you are sweet and innocent and then you turn it on and watch out, you spark and ignite. Sparkplug baby, my own personal sparkplug.” Kissing the tip of my nose, oh so sweet.
    With our bodies now aligned, I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders as I am taking my time running my hands all over his body. He is very muscular; his tattoos are on display, and I am in awe. A man with tattoos always looked good to me, but the way Braxton sports them, damn it’s mouth-watering. So I run my fingertips over them. I start at his right shoulder and trace the tribal looking design all the way down his arm. It’s a full arm tattoo, and I have no idea the meaning, but it is massive and beautiful. Just like him.
    “Braxton, your tattoos, are fabulous. Especially this one, the way it goes down your arm and wraps around your wrist. I could get lost in all of them. Spend all day tracing them with my tongue.” So I do, I lean over and run my tongue along his wrist and up his arm. It’s sensual and a turn-on, not gross in any way. I moan and watch his face with my eyes. With his eyes locked on me, he lays back and lets me explore.
    Once I am up his arm, I trace my fingers across his chest to his other side. He has a big eagle with its wings spanned across his chest. It’s intricate and very detailed. The artist did a kick-ass job as far as I can see. I spend some time running my fingers around his nipples and lick them lightly. I bite one hard enough to feel Braxton wince. He smiles. The lick I give it