Page 70 of Melting for the Firefighter

She comes fast.

Her cries fill the room. Her thighs close around my head, and her pussy clenches hard around my fingers.

I work her through every trembling pulse until she pushes weakly at my shoulder.

Then I stand and strip.

Cora watches every movement.

There is no fear in her eyes now.

Only want.

“Come here,” she says.

I climb over her.

She wraps one hand around my cock and guides me through her slick folds.

“Fill me.”

I push inside with one deep stroke.

We both groan.

Her body takes me more easily this time, tight and hot around my cock.

I hold still long enough to study her face.

“Good?”

She lifts her hips.

“Harder.”

I give her what she asks for.

The bed strikes the wall with every thrust. Cora meets me, her nails dragging down my back as she says my name like a demand.

“This is where you belong,” I growl. “In my bed. In my house. Wrapped around me.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours.”

Her walls tighten around me.

I slide one hand between us and circle her clit.

“Come for me. Let me feel you.”

She breaks beneath me.

Her body locks around mine, and my name leaves her lips as she clenches around my cock.

I drive through every pulse until my control snaps.