Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(16)

Torch has his zipper undone and his cock out, stroking it as he watches me. The sight makes heat run through me and it feels like every female part of me might spontaneously combust. I may not be as pure as my sister, but I’ve not exactly been with a huge number of men, either. Six, in total. Seven if you count Torch, and he should most definitely count. His dick is a work of art. It’s large, though not huge. Still big enough that it will take effort to work him inside of me. And he’s wide. He’s so f*cking thick and wide that being with him may destroy me. He’s more beautiful than any work of art. As he moves his hand back and forth stroking himself, I pull my eyes up to take in his face. The obvious pleasure he gets from it and the lust in his eyes make my knees weak. Praise Jesus, I want to get down on my knees and worship at the altar of Torch. No wonder he’s a cocky *; women probably throw themselves at him for just a small taste once they see him. Who could blame them?

“You’re fading away from me, Holly. Eyes and mind, on me. Get rid of the bra,” he orders, and it may be my imagination but his voice seems darker and huskier than before. I don’t think to question him. My hands go immediately to my bra to do as he orders. “Stop. Turn around. I want to see your ass.”

I look up at him questioningly. I mean, that’s fine, it’s even kind of hot, but is there a problem with the rest of me? I ignore the voices in my head that tap into my own insecurities and turn from him. Then I take off my bra. I hold it away from my body, looking over my shoulder at him as I drop it to the floor.

“Like this?”

He still stands there firmly stroking his cock. He’s kicked his boots off, but his pants are still up. I guess I should just thank God he goes commando because at least there’s nothing in the way of that beautiful cock and the show he’s putting on.

“Your ass is red. Does it still burn, sweetness?”

There’s no mistaking the need in his voice. It makes my * spasm.

“It feels… hot…”

“It looks f*cking hotter,” he says. I bite my lip, wanting to moan as he keeps stroking himself. I can see pre-cum leaking over the head of his cock and flowing down on his hand as he works himself. “Get on the bed. Stomach down.” Nerves float through me. I lean down to unhook my boots and he growls. “Leave the f*cking boots on, Holly, and the next time you bend over like that, you best be prepared to have my cock buried in your ass. Now get on the bed.”

Oh, wow. Okay. I mean, I like my boots. They hide the fact that one leg isn’t exactly right and they do it in style, but I never imagined wearing them while being f*cked. I’m not sure what it is about Torch that makes that seem like the hottest thing ever.

I walk carefully over to the bed, hating that I’m terrified of stumbling and having him discover there’s something off with me. I take a deep breath and get on the bed, face down. I hear him padding heavily over to me even without his boots. I twist to get a better look at him, but he stops me.

“Chin to the bed. Look straight ahead, Holly. Don’t turn around.” His orders are short and commanding and I obey, then wince at how easily I’m falling under his spell.

“Yes, master,” I grumble under my breath, upset with myself more than him. Truthfully, everything he does is hot. I just never thought I’d be that woman—the one to follow commands so easily. I stop thinking when his hand comes down hard on my ass. The skin is already battered and reddened from his earlier attention, and as his hand connects with the tender flesh, tears immediately spring to my eyes and I cry out.

“Don’t smart off to me, Holly. I can promise you, I’ll make you regret it.”

“You’d hurt me?” I ask. I hate the fear in my voice. I know more about hurt than most people. The fact that Torch might be a man who would hurt another person twists inside of me.

He spanks me, harder this time, and then again. “I’d only stretch your limits and the things I do to you will always end in pleasure. But if you ask me such a horrible question again, sweet Holly, I’ll torture your body until you’re begging constantly to come, and I won’t let you. I won’t let your body have a release for hours and hours,” he says, delivering another blow.

“Hunter!” I cry out, and he does it again… and again. Each time, I know he’s taking care with me. His hand connects and then soothes the skin, and he spaces each spanking out. I register that, and it does something to the inside of me. At the same time, it hurts and the pain makes my body quake. He reaches around me. I see a quick blur of white and the next thing I know he’s lifting my ass up and pushing a pillow under my stomach. He angles my body by using the pillows from the bed and his hands. He gets me exactly where he wants me: head down and ass up in the air. Then, he pulls my legs apart and puts himself between them. I know because the rough material of his jeans brushes against my thighs. His hand moves over my ass, the skin cool and feeling good against my heated body. I moan when his lips touch the same places. His tongue follows the path and I grow louder in my appreciation.

“You like that, sweetness?” he whispers.

“Yes.” I can’t even deny it—not that it would help. I know he can tell by the way my body thrusts towards him, wanting more attention. When his tongue glides over my ass cheek to slide in the valley between, my body stiffens. “Hunter…”

“Shh,” he whispers, his hands pulling on my cheeks and widening the gap, and I know why because I feel his hot breath and his tongue slipping further towards the small round entrance to my ass. My body trembles. This is uncharted territory for me and I’m not sure what to expect. When his tongue darts around the opening and then plays just on the side, I instinctively tighten my muscles there to ward off his entrance. Surely he doesn’t mean to… I mean not… there. Then, when I feel his mouth attack me, I forget to question anything. He pulls my ass into him as he uses his lips and his tongue to torture my hole. Pushing his tongue inside a little deeper and licking all around the rim of the opening, he drags his teeth over the area and bites the flesh when he can. So much is hitting me at once. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and I’m pretty sure I never will again.