Free Controlled Burn by Delilah Devlin Page B

vigorously. He bit back any complaints because he was dying by inches, waiting for the moment… And then…
    Carly wrapped both hands around him and bobbed forward to slide her tongue down his shaft.
    Jeremiah stared downward, watching as she lavished him with long slides and flutters. She traced the veins now prominent along his shaft with her tongue, flicked the underside of his crown, then ducked lower and took his balls into her mouth.
    He wanted to shout, but the pleasure was too excruciating as she mouthed him, her lips drawing until his balls felt incredibly heavy and hard.
    Before he could caution her that he was close to exploding, he felt her release him.
    She pulled his cock downward, level with her mouth, and then licked in luscious circles around the head. “Soft,” she said, rubbing his cockhead against his cheek. “Feels like hot satin.”
    “Carly,” he said, then hissed when she used the pointed tip of her tongue to tease his small opening.
    “Mmm?” She licked one palm then gripped him, just beneath the head and began to glide up and down his length.
    “Carly!”
    She opened wide and guided him into her mouth. His toes curled into the carpet as she sucked on him.
    What the hell? He surged into her mouth, enjoying the fullness of his balls.
    With a pop, she came off him, slid her hand down to the root, and squeezed.
    With his orgasm halted, he blinked.
    She bit her lower lip then released it. “We forgot a condom in the bath.”
    He ground his jaw. “I’m clean. You are, too. One boyfriend. Years ago.”
    “I’m not on the pill.”
    “Don’t care.”
    Her eyebrows rose. “Not worried—”
    “Don’t fucking care.”
    “Oh.” Her gaze dropped to his cock. “Jeremiah?”
    She was killing him. “Yes, baby?”
    “Is my punishment over?”
    He drew in deep breaths and inched her fist off him, then he reached down and slid his hands under arms. Drawing her upward, he let his cock slide over her, marking her with the moisture beading on his tip. Next, he stepped forward, crowding her, pushing her toward the bed.
    She retreated until her legs met the mattress, and then she climbed on backwards, not stopping until she reached the center of the bed.
    He crawled between her legs, and stilled the moment his cock nudged her entrance. “Punishment’s just beginning.”
    Carly smiled. Feeling him thrust inside, she gave a sharp, short laugh then groaned. Not that he’d hurt her—she was plenty wet and ready.
    “Don’t touch me.”
    She understood. He was there, right at the edge, and anything she did, even a sexy squeeze of inner muscles, would set him off. Pretending obedience, she rested her hands on the mattress beside her head and let her legs fall wide, toes pointing heavenward. He had full access now.
    Which he didn’t waste. He shoved into her, all the way to the root, pulled halfway out and sank again.
    “You like it this way, don’t you? You control the depth, the speed,” she said, her voice tightening.
    “You feel so damn good.”
    His words sounded like they’d been wrestled from his throat. “I can’t touch, but can I move?”
    “Yes,” he hissed, and then he groaned when she undulated, rocking toward him as he sank, greeting his thrusts with her sexy waves.
    And then she tightened her pussy, squeezing down his shaft as he entered.
    “Witch, yes, yes… Oh fuck !”
    Soon, they were both perspiring, both panting.
    She struggled for breath and for control, because he was heating up her insides with his shortened, targeted drives. Each time he pounded against her, he rubbed, grinding against her clit, and it was swelling, the hood retreating. Sweet tingling intensified, lusty desire tightened. Her sight narrowed, all focus now on his face, on his eyes as he watched her. “I’m close, ’miah,” she gasped.
    “Love it when you call me that,” he growled. “Don’t wait for me. Come, baby. Do it now.” And then he lowered and cradled her body tight, his hips flexing as