Page 96 of The Fire Went Wild
“That’s it.” I run my fingers over her hair and along her bare arm. “Sleep for me, my Hunter. My pretty little corpse.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
JAXON
It takes Charlotte fifteen minutes to fall asleep, and they’re the longest fifteen minutes of my life. As soon as I hear her breathing even out, I undress, moving as slowly and quietly as I can. Testing to see how light a sleeper she is.
Not very light at all, it seems.
Which is good because my dick is the hardest it’s ever been. My erection is almost painful, and I stifle back a moan as I stroke my shaft a few times, staring down at her sleeping body. She’s on her side, hair streaming across the pillow like little rivers of blood, and she snores softly, breathing through her mouth.
Oh, that’s where I’m going to start.
I nudge my cock against her lips, bracing myself for her to wake up. She doesn’t, although she does open her mouth for me as I slide my length over her tongue, groaning that I canfinallyslake my need. I already know I’m going to come fast.
But I’m a Hunter. We recover quickly.
I push my cock as deep into Charlotte’s mouth as I dare, which, unfortunately, isn’t deep at all. I pump over her tongue a few times, getting the first few inches of my dick wet with hersaliva. Good enough. I pull out, then drag the blanket down so I can see her naked body.
“You’re going to look so pretty wearing my cum,” I whisper, not giving a fuck that Sawyer can almost certainly hear my blood rushing as I tap my cock against Charlotte’s cheek with firm little slaps. She moans, mutters, and shifts onto her back.
I grab my cock and stroke, half-expecting her to wake up. I know I should let her sleep a little longer, but I just can’t help myself.
She doesn’t wake up, though. Just settles back down on the pillow, oblivious to the fact that I’m jerking off above her.
“You ready for your pearl necklace, cher?” My cum erupts as soon as the question is out of my mouth, long white strands of my seed splattering perfectly around her collarbone—but also on her chin and the tops of her tits. I groan softly, grateful to be free from the distraction of my lust. Now I can focus onreallyplaying with her.
I leave my cum on her skin because I like the way it looks, pale and gleaming in the moonlight, and slowly ease myself between her legs. The mattress shifts, but she doesn’t wake up, her breath soft and measured. I run my hand up the inside of her thigh and graze my fingers over the velvety split of her pussy. It’s tempting to slide a few fingers inside her, but I’m afraid that will wake her up. She’s not in REM sleep yet.
However, I can’t stop myself from pulling one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, sucking hard. Charlotte moans softly and shifts beneath me, but I just keep listening to her heartbeat: slow and steady as a metronome.
“That’s it, little Hunter,” I whisper into her skin. “Just sink down into sleep for me.” I suck on her other breast, slow and gentle, relishing her floral taste. Then I kiss upward and gather my cum on my tongue so I can kiss her mouth, marking her lipswith my release. I sit up, admiring the way it makes them shiny like she’s wearing lip gloss.
“Pretty girl,” I murmur, touching her breasts and belly and thick soft hips. I run my palm between her legs until she drops deeper and deeper into sleep and I start to harden again. I knew it wouldn’t take long. “You like this, don’t you? Being my plaything?”
She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t move. She’s as still as death.
“That’s what I thought.” She’s under enough that I lower myself down to taste her pussy. She’s already wet—whether from dreaming or my attentions, I don’t know. I’m just glad to slide my tongue inside her cunt and lap up her essence, kissing her pussy with more fervor than I kissed her lips. I press my tongue flat against her clit until it pulses. Then I plunge it back inside her pussy, fucking her with it. Getting her nice and soaked.
When she’s ready, I sit up and press my cock into position, going agonizingly slow so I don’t wake her. Her heart’s beating a little quicker, although her steady breaths tell me she’s still asleep. But she is feeling this. Feeling me.
It’s not really like fucking the dead. Her pussy is unbelievably warm, a heat that sears through my core, and her heart beats a quiet rhythm in the background. So do her breaths. Butfuck,do I love her stillness. The way she just lays there, limp, as I thrust into her, plowing as deeply as I can. I play with her clit, knowing how sopping wet she gets. I want to fuck her tits, and her arousal is the best possible lubricant.
“That’s it, cher,” I grunt as Charlotte jerks beneath me, still completely passed out. Weed and wine and exhaustion, she said, and I guess it’s a good enough cocktail to keep her sleeping. “That’s it. Get wet for me. Just like that.”
I hunch over her to suck on her nipples again, and she feels so damn good fluttering around my cock that I can’t stop myself from biting down a little too hard into her soft flesh. Charlottegasps and stirs beneath me, eyes fluttering open, and I feel a sharp, sudden anger—at myself for waking her. “Not yet, little Hunter,” I tell her. “Go back to sleep.”
She blinks, her eyes unfocused. “Jaxon,” she slurs. “Are you—doing it?—”
My anger melts. Sweet thing. I’m the luckiest man in the world, that this gorgeous woman would come to me and offer herself up like this.
“I’m balls deep inside you.” I kiss up to her mouth, bringing some flakes of dried cum with me. “And you already made me come once.”
I kiss her to prove it, but she’s too sleepy to kiss back. All she does is make a softmmmmsound. “Feels good,” she mutters, and she starts to fuck me back, pussy contracting around my dick.
“No need for that.” I pet her hair. “I’m doing all that work, baby. Just go back to sleep.”
“I saw them,” she slurs. “The—” She mutters some syllables in a language she’s never learned but one I know intimately. Names. The true names of my gods.