Free The Firefighter's Woman by Loki Renard

military school.”
    Sarah screwed her nose up. “Doesn’t sound lucky.”
    “It gave me a family. Gave me camaraderie. And I never got the chance to get too far out of line or go off the rails. I worked out my anger on the sergeants and they worked that right back on me.” He smirked. “By the time I got out of there, I had my head on straight. You would have benefited from that kind of discipline.”
    “I would not!”
    He laughed at her expression of horror.
    “Well, you’re getting it now and it’s working.”
    “Is it?”
    “Mhm.” He ran his palm over the jeans-clad rise of her rear. “I think it’s working nicely. Not quickly, but nicely.”
    “Oh, yeah, you reckon you can spank me into being a fine, upstanding citizen like yourself?”
    “I think I can spank you into giving yourself a chance to give me a chance.” He tapped her bottom lightly and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
    Sarah looked up at him, feeling much better for their conversation. “You know what I think?”
    “Tell me,” he smiled.
    “I think you like control.”
    “I do like control,” he admitted plainly. “And there’s nothing wrong with exerting control, where it’s needed and for good reasons. With you, for instance.”
    His eyes were locked on hers as that little spark lit between them, an intangible reaction that occurred whenever their skin met. Suddenly, Sarah wasn’t sad anymore. She was horny. She tipped her face up to him and pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw, nipping lightly.
    “You know what else?” He murmured the question as his hand slid over and around behind her neck. “I think it does you good to lose control every now and again.”
    “Oh, yeah? Why is it so good for you to have control and me to lose it?” She asked the question playfully as he turned toward her and rose above her, the bulk of his body blocking out the light from the bulb above. His shadow fell over her as his fingers started to work at the buttons of her blouse and then her jeans.
    “It’s good for you to lose it because you got too much too early, and you got far too used to it,” he growled, tugging her jeans down her legs. Sarah let out a little giggle as he reached back and pulled her panties off the same way. He certainly knew how to strip a woman efficiently, she gave him that. Within a minute she was entirely devoid of clothing, and so was he. Their discarded coverings laid on the floor and the coffee table as he tugged her down on the couch, laying her out on the soft leather.
    “This is what it feels like to lose control,” he said, pinning her hands above her head, his mouth grazing her neck. “It feels good, doesn’t it, Sarah?”
    He kissed her softly and thoroughly, his mouth capturing hers over and over, his tongue tasting her. He was right, she had no control. Her mind was fogging over with desire and her animal impulses were taking over, following his lead. John kept her pinned with one hand, his other caressing her breasts, her stomach and down between her thighs, grazing lightly over her lower lips.
    Sarah let out a little gasp as she felt him touch her at the spot where her need was welling. She was already wet. Emotion was sex to Sarah and as John’s strong body slid between her legs and made them part around him, her hips rose toward him, desperately seeking his cock. She felt the hot head brush across her stomach once or twice, but he was keeping it from her for the moment, making her whimper and beg and whine for the pleasure only he could give.
    There was no resisting him in this state. She wanted him more than she wanted her fear and as a result the fear fled, leaving a sense of freedom and arousal that was greater than anything she’d felt before. In John’s arms, she forgot everything but the moment. His touch. His kiss. His scent. His long, hard cock pressed against her belly now as he lowered himself to her and let her feel his manhood, not where she wanted it, but against the