All Chapters of Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Vivian stared wide eyed at Elaine as she continued the fist herself. Kennedy had slid down Vivian’s belly and his head was right between her thighs. Vivian jumped impulsively when Kennedy's tongue touched her hot vulva. Once...twice. She shook and whimpered as his tongue sought out and found her clit, teasing her with its slick hot wetness. The tendons inside her thighs felt as if they would tear as she spread them wider to give him better access to her pussy. She began to writhe as his tongue penetrated her pussy and lingered between it and her puffy clit. Just when Vivian thought she could day e and g to heaven because she thought she couldn’t take any more, Kennedy’s tongue slipped out of her pussy and probed her ass. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as he searched and probed the tiny puckered ring. After he had gotten it wet and inserted his tongue, he probed the tiny hole with his index finger. Vivian had never experienced a ‘small’ orgasm before, but she did

The vibrator in my arched, exploded pussy zapped, bringing me back from my wandering thoughts and back to the present. Now he was sitting naked on the edge of my bed eyes directly staring at my exposed labia with hooded eyes filled with lust.I fucking loved it when he looked at me like that. It did something to me. Took away all insecurities I may have been feeling. Healed me and left me a dripping, soaking mess.Everyday when I see those hooded, dark eyes directed at me, I am grateful for waiting for him to come out of his grief and depression. Because now I have that hot, disgustingly beautiful hunk all to myself."On your knees" he said softly and I didn't need him to repeat himself. He never did anyway. Just a simple sentence that wasn't a request and I was on my knees between his open thighs, looking up at him for his next order. His next directions came from his eyes only. He looked at me and then looked at the open fly of his trousers and I just knees he was ordering me to

I almost scream at him to put his face back there, but he opened his mouth to speak “You like to feel the ink drying, don’t you,” he says, then blows gently onto me, ruffling my pelt. It is sublime. He crawls up over my body keeping my legs thrust apart with his own meaty thighs. I can see him bulging through his trousers. I know he wants me, I know I’ve turned him on. He pulls at his zipper and his cock falls out heavily, full with want and desire. A thick, feral musk fills the room as our scents meet. I reach down to pleasure him, but he grabs and pins me by the wrists over my head with one of his hands. With the other, he grabs his shaft and guides it to my opening. He lets go and just hovers there, pressing lightly until my pussy can bear the teasing no longer and I lift my hips to urge him inside. He releases his tension and sinks into my hot clutching depths and I can hear us both groaning in the distance as I become that point, that tiny point where everything begins. The p

POV: MarcusI sit in that car for another full minute after she falls asleep.Jeans unzipped. Cock pulsing. Jaw clenched like I’m holding back a scream.I don’t move. I can’t. The image of her—skin flushed, breath ragged, fingers buried between her thighs—burns behind my eyelids every time I blink.She said my name. She touched herself to the thought of me.I grip the steering wheel again. Force my zipper up with a hiss. It hurts, containing the ache in my jeans, but I have to. If I let myself do this here, right across the street from her window, I’ll cross a line I won’t come back from.I already watched. I already wanted, and now I’m soaked in it.By the time I get home—an hour later, through traffic and tight fists and every ounce of self-control I have—I don’t even turn on the lights.I strip the second the door closes.Boots first. Then my shirt. Then I yank my jeans down with one furious pull.The sound of the belt hitting the floor echoes in the quiet.The room’s cold, the air

She doesn’t move, not because she did not feel like it, she just could not. Not with Marcus standing this close, but then his sleek, raspy voice still in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek.“Then don’t stop.”She said it. She had been thinking about it and before she could stop herself or put a lid on her wild thoughts, she fucking said it.The words hang between them like a fucking match stick just waiting to ignite. Her skin is humming with the soft thrum of electric running through her blood. Celeste's thighs press together out of instinct, her body suddenly aware of every place it’s not touching his.He looks at her like he’s just seconds away from losing something, his control, reason, whatever thin chain has been holding him back.“Celeste,” he growls.God. The way her name sounds in his mouth, deep, gritty, with so much ownership like he’s choking on the taste of it, makes her want to drag him to the floor and let him ruin her damp pussy. But he doesn’t move, and nei