The Problem with Fire - M.E. Clayton Page 0,51

his thumb began testing my readiness. “I feel like I’m losing my mind when I’m not with you.”

“Sayer-oh, God…” Whatever I’d been about to say was cut off as he slowly sank into me, making sure I felt every inch of his hardness.

It was pure torture.

“Fuck,” he hissed behind me. “This tight cunt is the best pussy I’ve ever had, baby. Christ.” I moaned, and even though it might be a bit crass to mention other experiences while he was inside me, telling me I was the best he’s ever had sent tingles up my spine.

“Harder,” I begged.

His fingers dug into my hips and my hands curled into the cushions as his thrusts became almost violent. He was bottoming out, and in this position, I couldn’t stop him. “Like that?” he grunted. “You need every inch of my cock, baby?”

“Yes,” I cried out. “Oh, God, yes…”

“Fuck, Monroe.” His voice was tight, and I loved his animalistic growls. “Your pussy’s flooding my cock. I’ve got your cream everywhere.”

I should have been embarrassed at that. I haven’t even orgasmed yet, but I was so desperate for him, my body was already showing its appreciation. “Yeah?” I felt his left hand leave my hip, and then he did something that would never, ever had occurred to me in all of my fantasies combined.

Sayer’s finger joined his cock in penetrating me, and my entire body tightened with unimaginable desire. He was already sizable enough, but adding his finger stretched me out some more. While his dick had a specific goal in mind, his finger slid in and out without any controlled direction. When he pulled his finger from my body, I’d been sure he was going to slide it in my ass, but he didn’t. I looked back over my shoulder and Sayer was bringing his fingers to his lips and I watched as he licked his fingers clean of all the arousal he had gathered from my body.

“Yeah,” he panted. “And it tastes fucking delicious, baby.”

My head dropped, and I closed my eyes with all the possibilities that just exploded in my head. Sex with Sayer was going to be limitless. There wasn’t going to be any barriers, and I was looking forward to it.

“Sayer…”

His hand was back on my hips, wet with his saliva and my wetness, and he started slamming into me harder. “What, baby? Whatever you want, Monroe, it’s yours.” His hands slid from my hips to my ass, and I could feel the cool air as he spread my ass cheeks wide. “Fuck, you look so hot taking dick.”

“Oh, God…I’m going to cum…” I whimpered.

His thrusts became more powerful, and he upped the dirty talk, knowing how hot it made me. “I’m going to make you cum all day and night, Monroe,” he promised, his breaths coming out stronger and harsher. “I’m not going to stop until you’re stuff full of my cum, baby.” And before I could agree or disagree, his hand grabbed the front of my neck, and he pulled me up against his body until I was bowed in the most deliciously uncomfortable way. His lips were near my ear when he said, “After I flood this sweet pussy, I’m going to flood that tight ass of yours next.”

I. Fucking. Came.

“Sayer!”

“Jesus Christ,” he swore, and exploded inside of me. Our orgasms were rocking the entire house, and I’d never felt anything like it before. The intensity was too much, that I collapsed on the couch, and Sayer’s heavy weight followed.

When he finally rolled off me, I curled up with my face towards the back of the couch, and I had every intention of passing out where I was.

I heard a chuckle before I felt a pair of strong arms lifting me off the couch. “Come on, baby.” And I held on for the rest of the day and night.

Epilogue

Sayer~

I knew I should have said something, but then, that would have ruined the surprise.

It’s been only a few weeks since Monroe and I had made up from that awful fight, but they’ve been magnificent weeks, if I do say so myself.

It started when Leta had returned from her father’s, and she and I had a serious discussion involving how I felt about her mother, and what that meant for her and her father. Leta was Team Sayer, and I’d never been so grateful to a teenage girl in all my life. Even the teenage girl I had lost my virginity to when I was fifteen didn’t have