“Surprise,” she says and raises her chin in challenge.
“You know this is like dropping a steak in front a lion,” I say as I lick my lips.
She puts her hands on the counter and pushes herself up to sit on it. When she does, she spreads her legs, revealing her naked pussy as she leans back.
“Maybe I like teasing the animal,” she says and winks at me.
Slowly, I reach down and undo my belt and unbutton my jeans. I pull out my thick cock, feeling the weight of it in my palm as I stroke it up and down. “You sure you want to tease me, Cricket?”
“Yes,” she breathes, and I can see the look of hunger in her eyes.
“Get on your knees,” I order, and she slides off the counter and to the floor in front of me. Her eager hands replace mine as she opens her mouth in front of my cock. “Not until I tell you,” I say as I grip her hair and hold her still.
I swipe the head of my cock across the bottom of her lip, and her tongue comes out to chase the trail of cum.
“You want me to fuck you dirty like this? I’m all sweaty and my hands are rough. Is that how you want me to fuck your mouth right now?”
She whines quietly and nods, and I push the tip of my cock past her full lips, stretching them open.
“Can you suck this dick as good as your pussy does?”
Her mouth moves down my cock, and I groan as she takes as much of it as she can. Even after all these years, her mouth wrapped around me is like coming home. She loves when I talk dirty to her, and I always give her what she wants.
I rub her cheek with my thumb as she takes more and looks up at me with her loving eyes.
She loves sucking my cock, but I think it’s because I don’t let her do it often. I get too excited and I can’t control myself. When we’re together, I like to be the one giving out pleasure. But I’ve learned over the years when to relent and give her what she wants.
She knew this weekend we were going to be alone and she slipped on this hot pink teddy to tease me. She knew I’d come in here from working outside and she came down here to get what she wanted. Who am I to say no?
“That mouth is sinful,” I say and wink at her as I thrust to the back of her throat.
When she pushes me to the point where I’m not sure how long I’ll last, I pull her off my cock and up off the floor. I turn her around and bend her over the kitchen counter as I thrust hard into her wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan, hammering into her.
I grip her hips and pull her back against me as I go balls deep.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl as I lean my chest against her back and run my rough hands down the tight lace. “A dirty fuck in the middle of the kitchen?”
“Yes!” she cries out when I reach between us and play with her pussy.
“You should have known better,” I say and give her shoulder a little bite. “Because now it’s not just a dirty fuck in the kitchen.”
Her pussy tightens, and I can feel her getting close.
“Now it’s a dirty fuck in here, then a dirty fuck up against the wall in the hallway. Then a dirty fuck on my desk.” I trace my tongue over the mark I made and thrust into her harder. “I’m going to have your legs aching before we even make it up the stairs.”
“Ryker!” she cries out as her body arches against me and her pussy grips my cock tight.
“Get used to saying that, Cricket.” I pull out and cum on her ass, wanting to see my mark on her.
She groans because she misses my heat inside her, so I smack her ass before I thrust back in.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, kissing the place below her ear. “I just want to get you dirty, too, before I take you upstairs to the bathtub and kiss every inch of you.”
She moans when I slowly start to move inside of her again, taking my time.
“Now, let’s talk about which wall you’re going to hold on to while I remind this pussy who’s in charge.”
THE END
Holding His Forever
by
Alexa Riley
Derek aka Phoenix is a New York City firefighter and has dedicated his life to saving people. When he loses two of his men in the line of duty, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to see the light again.
However, when an angel in the form of a woman named Fia appears before him, his world as he knows it is turned upside down.
Fia has been working hard to make money so she can finish her last semester of school. A fire in her building sets her back to square one, but the fireman who saves her turns out to be more than she ever expected.
Once he gets his arms around her, there’s no letting go. Because when you’ve got your forever in your arms, nothing else matters.
Warning: This is hot and fast insta-love that ignites the pages. It’s burning heat that combusts into an inferno of lava. Okay, that’s all the fire words I could come up with. Now insert a pun about a big hose. It’s quick, dirty, and ridiculously over the top.
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Cover Photo by Sara Eirew
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To all our firefighters and their signifiant others… Thank you for your sacrifice and all that you do to keep us safe.
And to the sexy ones… thanks for making those smoking hot calendars. Keep that shit up.
Chapter 1
Fia
“You finish your shit, Fia?”
Sam’s gravelly voice from years of smoking barks from behind me as I hang up the phone in his back office. A mixture of annoyance and relief fills me. I really didn’t want to have to cover Kim’s shift at the women’s shelter tonight and was thankful she was able to make it in. I would have done it if they needed me; I’d do anything for that place. But I’m dead on my feet as it is. I’ve been on my feet for the past twelve hours and haven’t slept in over twenty-four, and it would be my luck that if I went back to the shelter, it would be a busy night.
“Already clocked out.” I turn to look at Sam, whose eyes are trained on my ass. He slowly pulls them up to my face as a smirk plays at his lips, showing off his yellow-tinted teeth, not a care that he’s openly running his eyes over my body. Sadly, I’ve become used to it. It still creeps me out, but he’s never tried anything.