Page 16 of Birchwood Burn


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I moan and keep moving as I want it. I want it so badly.

“Damn these curves.” He squeezes my ass again. “I can’t wait to see you bouncing on my cock, baby. It’s going to be the sexiest thing in this world.”

The pleasure snaps inside me, and I gasp and moan as my orgasm takes over. I shake on top of him as I collapse and rest on top of him, trying to catch my breath.

“That’s it, Trouble, catch your breath.” He rubs his hands up and down my back as he soothes me. “How are your lungs?”

I inhale just fine and turn my face into his neck. “They’re good.” I pull his earlobe into my mouth and suck on it. Jace jolts and thrusts his hips against mine.

“Fuck.”

“You like that?” I ask as I continue to nibble, lick, and suck on his earlobe.

“Yes. Too much. You need to stop, or I’m going to blow with your hips moving like that and your tongue doing that with my ear and neck.”

I keep going.

“Trouble, you need to stop now.”

A giggle escapes me. “Or what, you’re going to spank me?”

The idea must’ve been too tempting, because he growls and lifts his hand and gives my ass a slight smack. I yelp from the surprise and gush even more for him. “Trouble, that was a great idea. Now get up, stand in front of me, and strip. I need to see this body now. It’s mine.”

The whole alpha demanding thing is such a turn on, it has my mind and body in a mush, but I do as he says.

The pleasure is so strong, and his demand so loud in my mind for once, I’m not worried about my body, the rolls that will show, the cellulite, or the stretch marks. For once, I’m free and only lost in the sensations. And I want to please him, because he’s going to make me feel so good, like he already has.

I strip for him slowly, and he leans back on the couch with his hands fisted at his side as he watches me drop my panties beneath my dress and kick them away. He licks his lips. I undo the zipper down my back and experiment with the material as Ipull my arms out of the sleeves and keeping one hand holding the dress up around my breast. Then I play with the bottom of my dress and pull it up just below my pussy, giving him a view of my thighs and nothing else.

“Fuck,” he growls with his full attention on me.

Never once have I felt so sexy and empowered in my life, and it’s all because this man, this gorgeous epitome of a man, finds me irresistible. I hope every woman in this world finds this in her life because it’s intoxicating.

I twirl around playing with my dress again, but giving him full shots of my ass, while I peek over my shoulder at him. I unsnap my bra and take it off while the dress still shields my tits and my pussy from his view.

Lust overtakes me while I watch him cup himself before he undoes his pants and pulls his cock out.

They’ve never been something I would scream joy about, but damn, now I know it’s because I’ve never seen Jace’s before. It’s long, girthy, and hard with a vein pulsing, and the head red, almost purple. Beads of pre-cum leak from the top, and he swipes them away as he fists his cock in his large hand and pumps.

I moan as a jolt shoots into my pussy, and I ache for him to fill me up.

I want to watch the show, so I turn around, and my breath quickens as he strokes himself faster.

“Stop teasing me, Trouble, and drop the dress. Show me what’s mine.”

I do, and he groans as he takes in my body. “You’re perfect.” He says in awe. “Touch your breast. Play with your nipples.”

He’s like a puppeteer, and I do what he commands. I’m a double D, so my smaller hands leave a lot for Jace to watch. My nipples are hard and ache to be sucked, but I tweak them withmy fingers and gasp as my slick heat paints across my inner thighs.

“That’s it, pleasure yourself. But don’t touch your pussy. That’s all for me.”

“What about you? You’re touching your dick, and that’s all mine.” I boldly demand, wondering who this woman is and where she has been my whole adult life.

Jace lifts his brow and smirks as he stops jerking himself. “Oh, you don’t like me touching what’s yours?”

Of course not. I love it and want to watch him pleasure himself all the time, but I want to see where he goes with this.

“Exactly. If I can’t touch my pussy, then you can’t touch your dick.”