Page 22 of Watch Me Burn
My mark.
She was mine.
Quivering under my weight, no man would ever claim her—I wouldn’t let her slip from my grip. Her taste was too sweet, better than what I’d imagined.
“Ethan,” Anna breathed to the ceiling as my hands played with her chest as if they were jiggly balls from a toy bin. Every part of her body was so fascinating, my desirous hands sparking different wonders of my mind like a curious kid. I grappled and rubbed her boobs, soon enough latching my mouth onto the tip so I could lick it like a lollipop.
“Shit, you’re all steel,” she moaned as her hands dug into my back, scratching red lines as they pulled upwards. I didn’t care. I loved the pain, loved the wildness of it all. She shouted “Ah!” and my body only grew more restless. We crashed into a wall repeatedly, tumbling into objects as we fumbled like mindless animals.
I’d never gotten the chance to enjoy the warmth of a woman, and now, voluptuous flesh was laid out to me like a luxury platter. How could I expect my mind to not race with the thoughts of how badly I wanted to fuck her?
With a grunt, I rose off of Anna’s body and gave it a hungry appraisal. My eyes stopped right at her wettest region—her pink two lips, looking up at me tauntingly as if they dared me to dive in for a try.
“I’ve wanted to claim you my whole damn life.” I smirked.
Euphoria took over our bodies.
She gasped as I carried her by her thighs, dropping her on my cock without warning or regard. My mind spiraled—her walls felt so tight, glided so roughly against my massive size.
I rocked her slowly at first, elated just to poke the deepest point of her insides. Her eyes were so delectably submissive, like she couldn’t bear to move an inch while I stuck myself inside of her.
And that’s when I grew impatient, commanding her to ride me faster. She thumped as fast as she could into the wall, but her pace wasn’t enough to match mine. Grabbing her slim waist, I whispered teases into her ear while accelerating my momentum. Every time I penetrated her drove me wild, my brain unable to decide when I’d tire from this amazing sensation. My cheeks were burning a hot red, and my skin felt like it’d been lit into flames.
“Fill me up!” Anna moaned loudly. My hold over her body grew more aggressive, my arms lurching to caress her boobs while I thrusted deeper with my rod. She didn’t stop moaning until my load splashed into her, trickling from the tip of my mass to her inner thighs.
She sagged into the wall as I held her in place on top of me almost like a hostage. My body was damp from sweat, and Anna gazed onto me with admiration.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” I purred before crouching to kiss her. We twisted tongues again in another flavorful kiss, the delicious taste of her mouth just as invigorating as her pussy.
Gradually, I let her slip off my cock as we kept kissing. Her back was sticky against her wall, but she didn’t seem to care. It was like we’d been awakened—gifted a missing portion of life.
“I have to say, for a guy whose first time was today, you weren’t too shabby,” Anna joked. I rolled my eyes playfully.
“I did more than good according to your screams and pleas.”
Combing back her brown hair with my fingers, I whispered, “You weren’t too bad, either.” We both smiled, smothering each other in hot kisses.
I never wanted this moment to end, and for a second, I wondered if I would sit in prison for another fifteen years if this would be my price.
Without a doubt, it was the best time of my life.
When I met Anna at her place the next day, I had no idea what to expect after our hot sex last night. I had stayed over, yet when I awoke, she had disappeared, leaving only traces of her morning haste. She had texted me later, stating that work had beckoned her early and she didn’t have the heart to disturb my peaceful slumber. She told me to make myself at home and that she’d be back in the evening.
And when she finally returned from work, she smiled at me and greeted me as if I were a human. Approached me as if she didn’t want to let me go. As if she was scared to lose me.
All these years, I’d honestly resented her for being behind the fact I landed in that prison. Her testimony was the detectives’ smoking gun. Why was this kid the last one on the scene if another guy was behind the killing? According to her, no other witnesses were spotted—and it wasn’t as if I could make up a bullshit boogeyman, either. To anyone who heard about Anna’s witness statement, I was as guilty as could be. Caught red-handed.
But, as silly as it sounded, last night changed everything. The way she pounced on me . . . as if she’d been hiding something deeper all along. And knowing Anna didn’t hate my guts meant we could actually move forward with this investigation diligently. No more passive-aggressiveness or disappearing on me—my livelihood was on the line, and I could finally trust someone.
And I really needed Anna to have faith in me.
“Do you want to try to find a few more folks who knew your dad back then?” I asked when she walked straight toward me, throwing her bag onto the floor.
“No” was all she said before kissing me passionately.
Of course, I immediately grabbed her by her thighs and carried her into her bedroom, pressing her warm core against my hard cock all the way. God knows I had prayed she would want to repeat last night with me. I had literally pleaded to a higher power all day, as I was hard just thinking about her.
And my prayers had been answered—we fucked all night, and I finally got to taste her sweet honey between her legs. I ate her out as if I was starving until I felt her clit twitch again my tongue and her nails dug into my shoulders with a loud scream.
