Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(75)

He reaches over to start the elevator back. Now is decision time. Do I keep running? Do I repeat the mistakes that my sister made?

My hand goes to the elevator and I stop it again.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

My hands go to his belt, undoing it and unlatching the button and zipper on his pants. I push them out of the way, thanking the stars my man is a free-baller.

“Claiming you,” I answer, my eyes watching his as I stroke his cock.

It might be my imagination but I thought I saw a tremor run through his body.

“Get off your knees, sweetness. You’ll hurt your leg.”

“Stop worrying. My leg is fine. I’m loving on my man.”

“Am I your man?” he asks.

I keep stroking him, but I angle my head under him so I can run my tongue over his balls and suck on them, toying with them. His balls are already hard and the heated skin sends waves of need through my body. “Katie?” he asks, his voice quiet and full of desire, of need, of something else… something more tangible.

I release him from my mouth with a pop, then use my hand to rub his balls one last time before I lick my way up his cock. My eyes are on his the entire time. When I reach the head of his cock, I slide my tongue around it, gathering his pre-cum.

“Katie,” he prompts.

“The only one I’ll ever want. I’m not running, Hunter. Not anymore.”

I slide my mouth over him, taking him inside. I keep going until my lips meet my hand, which circles the base of his dick. I use my tongue to love on his dick as I take him all the way in, licking the large vein that seems to be pulsing. Slowly, I move back up, releasing his cock from my mouth. Even more pre-cum slides from his head and leaks down on my hand as I move up and down the hard length of his shaft.

“Sweetness…”

I move my tongue back down, using his pre-cum and my mouth to make his dick shine, coating it. I look up at Hunter. He’s watching everything I do. His hands are in my hair, but he’s not demanding; he’s letting me play.

I suck him all the way back in my mouth, making his huge cock disappear and hollowing out my cheeks. I repeat this and use my hand to stroke as I go back and forth, working in unison. His cock is so wet now, strands of pre-cum stringing from the head of his cock to my lips. I watch his face as my tongue gathers them into my mouth, all while my hand keeps stroking him.

“You taste so good, Hunter.”

“Jesus, sweetness…”

I use my lips to kiss his head, my tongue sliding between them to curve into the small opening and demanding more of his pre-cum. I tighten my hand on him and continue to stroke. His hand tightens in my hair, silently demanding more. I don’t give into the urge to give him what he wants. Instead, I flatten out my tongue and use his hard cock to paddle it, slapping the dick so it spanks my tongue. His heavy cock bounces back and forth, pre-cum splattering on my lips and the side of my face.

“Mmm…” I moan around him as I take the head and suck in more of his taste. His body quakes as the vibration of my voice hums against his dick.

“Jesus. Fuck!” Hunter growls. His head goes back against the wall of the elevator. “Seeing my cum on you… It’s a fucking dream come true, sweetness. You’re mine. Tell me you know that,” he all but moans out.

My other hand pets his balls and I can feel the way they’ve tightened even more. I know he’s close. His words serve as inspiration. I move my hands to his cock. It takes both of them to completely engulf them. Just acknowledging that makes my pussy tremor.

That’s for later, though. Right now, it’s all about Hunter.

I keep the head of his cock on my tongue as I use both hands to continue stroking him, holding him tight. My hands slide up and down his shaft easily, it’s so slick. His head pulses against my tongue. I get faster with my strokes, loving the way he’s giving me his pre-cum, a little at a time, but I know what’s coming. I know even before he growls out my name. Mine. He’s proud it’s me. He wants me. After a lifetime of feeling like I don’t measure up, that settles in my heart, and it fucking blasts away the damage all of the negative has done.

“I’m coming, sweetness. Oh, fuck, I’m going to—”

His words hit me almost at the same time his cum starts pouring into my mouth. Stream after stream is ejected from his cock, splashing on my tongue, along the side of my face, and down my chin. I can even feel it running down my neck. He groans as his eyes shut. The way his body quakes, combined with the way his hand slides against my hair caressing it, is my reward.

When it’s over, I go back to licking his semi-erect cock, cleaning it up, then kissing it with soft, barely-there touches from my lips as he recovers. It takes him a few minutes, but he reaches down and pulls me up. I resist to put one last kiss on his cock. He half-buttons his pants, leaving the zipper and belt undone. Then he pulls my clothes back up over my hips, leaving them undone.