The Heat

Him

She laid on the velvety silk. It's cool surface soothed her irritated skin. Moving away from her, Griffin returned with another bag. She kept her eyes locked to his as he fished out the expected. Red candles. But this time he didn't use them as expected. No. This time he lined them up all over her body, covering every inch of her flesh. He shifted her body a little, allowing her head to hang over the edge of the bed. That's when he lit each and every one of those candles sitting on her body.

She then heard the metallic jingles of an unbuckling belt. His jeans fell to the floor, exposing his throbbing er3ction. Moving closer, he stroked his veiny shaft, pressing the dripping tips to her puckered lips. His masculine scent spiced the air and she found herself inhaling deeper and faster. She could feel her womb sear milky and warm, begging to be stuffed by that c*m swelled mass.

Griffin then seized her chin, slapping several meaty blows across her pouty mouth, coaxing her to accept his steel-like length. Looking up he watched as those flames danced on their red stages. The candles began to melt slowly, oozing crimson goo down her body. He could hear the girl draw in a sharp breath and smiled. She was feeling the burn.

Tapping her lips again, he said,"Open your mouth." She did and he crammed his engorged tip into her hot threshold. The girl sucked his head, tonguing the slit while he jacked himself at the base. Blissful sensations swirled within him. His c0ck jerked, eager for more. The girl tightened her suction, milking the pleasure from his straining member. He groaned a throaty moan. His lust only encouraging hers to rage. Her loins burned with that near painful need to be filled. She moaned into him as a result, sending powerful waves to rush into his spear.

The man growled, watching her devour his mass. He dug himself a little deeper, burying his flesh into her sweltering entrance. 'Her wet muscle massaged his length. He remained there placid for a moment, watching those candles burn. Those oozing wax heightened his lust. He slammed into her with relentless speed, pillaging her throat and hearing her gag around him.

The girl relaxed her body. She could feel his t3sticles slap against her nose, stifling her breathing. He rooted deep into her throat. She knew he was lost somewhere in his own pleasure.

Griffin closed his eyes, muscles twitching and face contorting, he surfed that feral wave of pleasure. That carnal ache hexed his senses. He couldn't pumped fast enough, shove hard enough to satiate that feverish ache burning his loins. He wanted to continue f*cking her like this. Soil the one woman who was the manifestation of every man's desire and fear. The man wondered to himself. Would anyone believe him if he were to expose their erotic encounters? Or would they just shrug it off as a lewd fallacy conjured by a salacious mind? 

He pumped himself faster into her mouth, his c*m-filled sacks emanating a smacking sound against her face. Griffin chuckled. Of course nobody would and that's what made their affair so enticing. It was here where her keen eyes would devolve into docile green orbs. Here that her words would feel more like a kiss and less like an angry blow. Here that her iron fist would relax within leather restraints. 

Nobody would believe him if he were to tell them that she was a sheep parading behind wolf's clothes. That was the beauty of it all. This was their secret- Their shameless and dark temples where they can freely indulge in who they truly were underneath. Her a ferocious tiger begging to be tamed and he a beast tired of staying on a leash.

This was it! Griffin thought, escaping his thoughts and lunging in head first into that typhoon of bliss. He was edging closer, climbing higher and breathing faster. Toes curling, stomach rippling and eyes fluttering, he spewed his hot sticky seed into her mouth.

His scorching passion splattered her esophagus. The girl struggled to swallow that thick nectar. The moment he removed himself from her, that's when she felt it. The burning. The simmering. The agony. Blistering sensations erupted in her throat where he had brutally f*cked her. Her esophagus burned as though it had been lacerated, and her body felt like it had been torched with fire.