Free The Firefighter's Woman by Loki Renard Page A

soft skin of her stomach.
    His mouth traced a path down her neck, across her collarbone; he pressed his lips to her breasts and then her nipples, making fresh arousal spark in her clit. Sarah ground against him, the thick, hot, hard line of his cock brushing against that sensitive little button. She could have come like that, her hips circling in a desperate little dance.
    “Not yet,” he growled, pressing down a little harder, pinning her in place, his manhood against her clit. She was locked there, unable to move, caught between his desire and hers.
    “This is what it means to be mine,” he purred against her ear. “And you are mine, Sarah. Don’t forget that.”
    She looked into his eyes and saw pure possession there. He wanted her. He wanted all of her and he didn’t care about how messed up she was, or how badly she’d acted, or anything else. There were no external forces anymore. There was only he and she. He pulled back, letting the head of his cock slide down her wet lips before finding the little crevice in those soft folds and thrusting forward to penetrate her deeply.
    A gasp escaped her as her lower lips wrapped around him and he surged back and forth. Her wetness meant there was no need for a gentle beginning. He thrust hard, stroke after stroke making her breasts bounce as he kept her there, hands above her head, legs wrapped around his waist.
    Sarah felt his desire like a titanic force rolling through her, tossing her high and throwing her from peak to peak. She was lost in lust, the slick sound of her juices mixing with the gasped breaths and moans that he drew from her with every masterful motion of his hips.
    She found herself wishing that it would never end. That she could ride the waves of his desire forever and forever and never be left high and dry again. The thought made her wrap her legs around him even harder, pulling herself against him, as if she could lock him inside her.
    Her leg lock made it harder for him to pull out, but he didn’t fight that. Instead he sank deep and held himself there, looking into her eyes and brushing the hair off her forehead with his free hand.
    “Are you alright?”
    She nodded, grinding against him.
    “I’ve never seen anyone look so hot and so…” he pressed a kiss to her mouth, his tongue engaging with hers, “…angry. You look almost fierce.”
    “I do?” She kept squirming her hips, grinding her clit and her pussy, enjoying the hardness of his body. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to fuck. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.
    “Mhm… my little wildcat.” He let go of her hands and leaned back upright. He took her legs and put them over his shoulders, one ankle on each side of his neck as he arched forward, his thickness riding higher in her cunt, filling her a different, new way. Words and thoughts were obliterated as he took her more deeply than he ever had before, demanding everything she had to give. It was everything Sarah needed: absolution, catharsis, and a building orgasm that made her tingle to the very tips of her toes and fingers. The position made his hardness rub against the little hard bud on the top of her vaginal wall and triggered a climax more powerful than any that had come before it. Her body was working a similar magic on John, her pussy clenching against him, drawing him deeper, begging for his cum as her entire body started to quake.
    “Sarah…” She heard John growl her name as he lost control with her. She came, screaming her pleasure to the ceiling, John buried himself deep inside her, his cum soaking her walls. For one brief, bright moment, she understood to the very core of her that she was safe and loved and that nothing could touch what she had found with him. Not sickness, not even death. They were bonded in a way that transcended the flesh and she was filled with a feeling of freedom and love as John slid from her and pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tightly as they both