Page 31 of Blaze

We had our own house on the compound—something King insisted upon since Pax was his second in command, and I’d become Stella’s best friend.

It looked so different and less intimidating than when I first saw it, and I felt none of the fear that I had back then when he dumped me on the same mattress.

“Arlen is going to wonder where we wandered off to,” I managed to gasp.

“Then we’d better make this quick,” he growled, pulling me closer to him and lifting my legs to his chest.

My earlier anger had already turned to passion, so I didn’t protest when his fingers reached my damp panties underneath my sundress.

“Love how you’re always so ready for me,” he murmured.

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to give me enough orgasms to make me forget how much you just scared me?” I asked.

He laughed, unsheathing his dick and letting his pants and boxers fall to his ankles.

With one quick thrust, he had my panties pushed aside, his thick dick filling me to the hilt.

“That better?” he asked with a grunt.

“Just don’t rip my panties like you did my shirt.”

He groaned. “That was eight years ago, and I’ve bought you plenty of them since.”

“Then you can buy me more panties, too,” I teased.

“I’ll buy you anything you want, baby,” he promised with another rough thrust.

I gripped his sides as he hammered in and out of me, my orgasm boiling low in my belly.

“That’s it, baby, I can feel you squeezing the life out of my cock. Come for me, now.”

He punctuated his demand with a brush of his thumb over my sensitive clit. I came hard and fast, biting down on my bottom lip so I wouldn’t scream out his name and risk anyone coming to check on us.

He followed soon after, his body stiffening as he spilled into me.

We both panted as he set my legs down, putting my underwear back in place.

“Are you less angry now?” he asked, helping me to my feet as he put an arm around my waist.

“Maybe a little.”

He laughed, kissing my forehead. “I’ll take that.”