Burn (Breathless #3)(59)

She sighed and closed her eyes, her lips tightening as she battled the desire building within her.

Then he stepped back to survey his handiwork.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “You have no idea how turned on I am right now, Josie. I wish you could see yourself right now. Never seen a more beautiful sight than you tied to my bed, all spread out for me. I’m going to feast on you.”

“Please, Ash. I’m begging. Please, I need you.”

He’d promised her she’d beg, but he didn’t want her begging. No, he wanted to please her. To give her all the pleasure she was giving him.

His hands slid underneath her ass, lifting as much as the restraints would allow. He cupped and caressed the plump mounds as he moved in, ready to possess her.

He positioned his dick at her opening, pushing in just a bit to test the snugness. He let out a groan, one that was echoed by her when she stretched around him.

“So tight,” he ground out. “Want you to feel this, baby. This is what it would be like to have two cocks inside you.”

“It’s wonderful,” she breathed. “More, Ash. Please. Before I go crazy!”

He pushed in harder, nearly dying as her body fought his intrusion. The plug had made her pu**y painfully tight. But it was pain he embraced because after that edge of pain came unimaginable pleasure.

He was sweating now, rigid as he sought to maintain control. He inched forward, pushing deeper into her snug passageway.

“It’s too much!” she cried. “Oh God, Ash. I’m going to come!”

He stopped, gripping her legs, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Not too much, baby. Never enough. Hold on for me. Go when I go.”

He glanced down, wincing when he saw he was only halfway in. He pulled back and then put one hand down over her mound, sliding his thumb in between her folds to her clit.

“Going to go hard, baby. I won’t last and neither will you. Come with me now. Going to f**k you hard. It’s going to hurt. But it’s going to feel so damn good.”

She moaned again, her entire body tightening around him. “Hurt me then, Ash. I want it. I need it. I need you.”

The soft plea tore the last of his control. He pressed his thumb over her clit and then hammered forward, determined to get all the way in this time.

She cried out, her pu**y convulsing around him. She went wet. Slick. So hot and velvety. He began to thrust hard and fast, and then she opened for him and he slid all the way home. But he didn’t stop to savor the sensation of being completely immersed in her warmth. He was too close. She was too close. There was no stopping now.

His hips smacked against her ass, jostling her entire body. Her body swayed against the tight restraints and arched upward, bowing up off the bed.

Deeper, harder. His vision blurred. Her gasps sounded in his ears.

“Get there,” he growled. “Now!”

Her cry splintered the room. Her wail went on and on as her body spasmed around him. His release was edgy and painful, boiling low in his balls and then exploding up his cock. He began coming in endless streams, the se**n spilling from her pu**y and onto the bed.

He thrust again, flicking over her clit with his thumb as she screamed again. Then he yanked himself from her pu**y and grasped his pulsing c**k in his hand. He pumped hard, directing the release onto her pu**y and then her belly.

It jetted onto her skin, marking her. Streaming onto her flesh in thick spurts of white.

She was sobbing. His ears were roaring. And then he slid into her again, no longer able to bear being outside of her body. He went still against her, enjoying the last bursts. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, his body heaving with exertion.

Never had he been so gutted. Never had he felt more like his insides had been ripped out and laid bare. He lay there on her, his se**n sticky and warm between them. Then he kissed just below her br**sts.

“You undo me, Josie,” he murmured. “Completely and utterly undo me.”

Chapter twenty

When Josie saw the restaurant where she and Ash were meeting his friends, unease gripped her. It was a restaurant that Michael frequented with regularity. It was his favorite place to eat, a place he’d taken her many times.

Shaking off her momentary hesitation, she settled into Ash’s side, his arm wrapped securely around her as they walked in. If she ran into Michael, and it seemed likely she would since he ate here almost every Sunday evening, she’d not act as though she was ashamed of anything. Certainly not of the fact that he’d attacked her. And she certainly wasn’t ashamed to be out with Ash, no matter how quickly she’d fallen into a relationship after she’d broken things off with Michael.

“Is something wrong?” Ash murmured as they were shown to their table.

She shook her head and smiled brightly.

“Not nervous are you? Relax, darling. They’re going to love you.”

This time her smile came more easily. “I’m not worried, Ash. Really.”

He squeezed her to his side. “Good. I want you to have a good time.”

When they arrived at their table, situated in the far corner where they’d be afforded quiet and privacy, Josie saw that his friends were already there.

She blinked when she took in the two men who rose when she and Ash got to the table. Holy hotness factor. Individually, each of the three were gorgeous. But together? They were the epitome of rich, arrogant and devastatingly handsome.