Free Shattered by Love by Dani René Page B

scrap of material falls from her body. “That’s better.”
    My gaze lifts to hers and I find a wicked smirk on her plump lips. The control I need to possess is slowly slipping away, because when I turn back to her after placing the knife down, the view knocks me breathless.
    I kneel in front of the table where my face is positioned perfectly at her sweet pussy. Her gaze drops, and she watches my next move. Leaning in, I trail my nose up her inner thigh, inhaling her scent. Strawberries and vanilla. Stopping short of her core, I do the same on the other leg, breathing in every inch of her.
    “Flash you’re driving me crazy.” Her words are hoarse as she whispers to me. I watch her tug her arms, but I know she can’t move much. Her body is mine to play with. My mouth moves over her pubic bone, planting a soft kiss on the sensitive skin.
    As I lower my kisses, I find the slick temptation I am dying to taste. I flick my tongue out, tasting the arousal from her body. “Fuck!” Her cries only spur me on and I lap at her, opening her smooth flesh with my thumbs. As my tongue slides into her tight heat a deep groan vibrates in my chest. Fuck she tastes so good. With my index finger sliding into her, I feel her body pulse around me and my cock strains my jeans.
    “Please, please, please?” Her whimpers grow louder and the little mewls that escape her lips have my balls tightening. I stop suddenly and her glare pins me to the floor. “You stopped.” Her accusation is harsh, but that’s what I want. To have her teetering on the edge of her release until she’s crying for it. She looks so beautiful when she cries.
    “I know. Didn’t I tell you I control your orgasm?” She nods. Her eyes glaze over and I once again assault her pussy with my mouth. Her arousal dripping down my chin and this time I slide two fingers inside her. As soon as I feel her release nearing, I stop, pulling away, and my body aches with need for her. I watch her pretty eyes brim with tears.
    “Fuck, please, Flash, Sir, please? I can’t.” The word Sir on her lips has my body alert. She’s submitting, and she’s letting me take control, trusting me with her body, heart, and soul.
    “Yes, you can, Firefly. You can and you will.” My tone is harsh, commanding, and she nods. My hands roam up her body, tweaking her nipples, I tug them and feel them harden under my touch. Her body bucks and her hips move involuntarily. I know she is close, just hanging on by a thread. So am I. One more and then I will fuck her.
    I lave at the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Licking and biting. Sucking the creamy flesh into my mouth, I bite down, knowing I will leave a mark. Her hiss and moans echo through the empty room. The only sounds are me devouring her pussy and her sweet melodic whimpers which have my cock fighting its way through my zipper.
    I reach down and plunge two fingers into her again, pumping them in and out, the way my dick is about to. Her body moves against my hand as she fucks herself on my fingers, I feel the first pulse of her release and I stop. Tears run down her cheeks and she’s begging, pleading with me now. Rising, I lean in, my mouth on her cheek as I kiss her tears away. Licking her soft skin, tasting the saltiness. “That’s my Firefly.” The words vibrate on my lips and over her, sending a shiver rippling through her body.
    I reach back, tugging the rope loose and her hands fly around my neck, holding on for dear life. My jeans find the floor and I grip her ass, while meeting her hungry gaze. “Hold on tight little one.” Her legs wrap around my waist. Her heat on the tip of my cock almost sends me spiraling, but I inhale a deep breath, steadying myself. With one long drive, I plunge into her body. “Fuck.” The word is a growl. Primal. Animalistic. And I am so close.
    “Flash, I need to come.” My hips drive into her. I step out of my jeans and walk over to the wall, pinning her against it.
    “I know baby, I got you.”