Fire (Beautiful Ashes Series, Book 2)(53)

Keeley glared out of frustration before realizing her very stimulated nipples were in direct contact with his fuckable pecs. She moved her upper body. “You are a naughty bitch,” he moaned as he twisted her hair in his fingers and pulled, hard.

She stopped. “Damn you,” she spoke through clenched teeth.

He laughed low and deep. “We’re just getting started.” He bit her lip and tugged. “Now be a good girl and stand up.”

She rolled her eyes and did as he said. He pulled his head free of her arms and then grabbed her wrists, leading Keeley to the couch. She was positioned at an armrest when he moved in behind her. She felt his cock nudge her ass as he leaned forward pushing her over. Her face was now in the cushion so she turned it to the side. He held her steady between her shoulder blades and stroked softly along her spine. She moaned from the gentle touch. His wicked fingers dipped into her sex and pumped a few times. Keeley spread her legs for him. “So fucking wet,” he rasped.

Duh! You’ve been working me into a frenzy for what feels like hours, but the thought never escaped because those fingers of his were now moving to her asshole. He would dip inside her pussy for more lubrication she realized. His cock nudged as he spread her ass cheeks. He went slow and easy. Keeley knew he didn’t want to hurt her. He put his fingers back inside her pussy as he bent over her body and pumped. “God…fuck, Tigress, you’re going to make me come.”

She wriggled her hips and was met by a strong smack to her ass cheek. Oh hell, that would bring her over, so she repeated the action. Tar was too damn smart for his own good and stilled. He was buried inside her ass. His fingers lodged up her pussy. His free hand clasped under her jaw where he held on tight. He was fighting his orgasm. All of this torture he’d been doing to her made him suffer too. Keeley had an ah-ha moment. Tarius wasn’t punishing her, he was teaching her a new form of pain. But this kind didn’t leave any marks on the skin or damage her psyche. He was showing her how the delay of pleasure was worth it. And she wanted what he was offering. The control of her body. “I love you,” she gasped out. He was walking through this fire not ahead of her, not behind her, but right beside her. “Show me, Tar. Show me how much you love me.”

He stopped breathing for a moment. She got it. Keeley understood what he’d been doing. “Fuck, Beautiful. I do love you.” He pulled out of her body and hit his knees where he worshipped her pussy with his lips, tongue, and teeth, bringing her right to the precipice. He sat back before she came, admiring her most intimate body parts. “You’re so gorgeous, Keeley. Everywhere. But this,” he traced along the side of her clit and back around her folds and dipped inside, “pussy is breathtaking.” He latched on to her clit and sucked, taking her right over the edge.

Keeley screamed and screamed as the orgasm tore through her. God, it was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Tar was now sitting on the couch with her and moving her astride him. She eased down on his engorged dick. He made quick work of releasing her wrists. Her hands went to his hair as she took over and moved up and down his long, thick cock. He grabbed her hips and held her tight against him, grinding against her clit. “Yes, fuck, yes Tar.”

He moved her up and slammed her back down. They came simultaneously. His mouth hungrily on hers as he continued to thrust up again, riding out the glorious climax. His breath ragged as he peppered wet kisses around her mouth. She was panting heavily but matched his hunger. There would never be enough. He’d just given her the greatest gift of all…freedom.





Chapter Nineteen





Mitch sat in the nightclub waiting for E to join him. He had to hand it to the civilian, Even Strand could get information some of the best trained men on his team couldn’t access. Shit. He should offer him a job. And his wife, Lacey, was becoming just as invaluable. She was able to talk to a young woman who gave them the lead they were waiting for. How she pulled it off he couldn’t fathom, but damn did she come through. Thank fuck. Those scumbags they apprehended back at the warehouse were suicide plants. Not unlike a suicide bomber, these people were willing to die for their cause, their god, whatever the hell they were brainwashed to believe.

“Hey,” E greeted as Lacey joined him at the table with Mitch.

Mitch couldn’t help but notice once more how striking the couple was. But there was more. Like the other Strand brothers and their wives, love was actually a force you felt when they were around. He wasn’t necessarily a sentimental man, but being around this family made you crave it, want it for yourself. Not covet, just want to share in the experience too. “Is one of those for me?” he asked, eyeing the bottles in E’s hand.