The Way She Burns Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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I’m all but riding him now through our clothes, bucking like a jockey on top of a horse, clinging to his shoulders and working my hips furiously, his thumb spurring my release closer. Closer. But the apartment door opens behind him and Dobbs’ voice breaks into the moment. “Sir…” Dobbs trails off, obviously spotting his boss from behind with a pair of legs circling his waist, a dark head resting on his shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry, I—”

“Take the child for ice cream,” Sebastian grits out, his hand still kneading my backside possessively. “I have some things to discuss with Chloe.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Leave the limo open.”

“Of course, sir.”

With that, Dobbs backs out the door, leaving it slightly ajar. Sebastian tosses a glance at the men who are back to sleeping on the floor, hesitates a moment, then strides to the exit of the apartment. He looks outside for a beat, scanning the quiet road, before carrying me quickly to the limousine and ducking with me into the cool interior. I’m straddling his hips on the seat just like I pictured on the way into Harding, my sex pressed tightly to his bulge, urging me to ride on it—and I do. Immediately. Working furiously for friction. Whining his name.

We go for each other’s mouths like fiends.

Sebastian’s fist is in my hair, pulling me back, attacking my mouth from above, drawing my head to one side, then the other, so he can raze my neck with his teeth. “Want to bang you more than I want to see the next sunrise, Chloe, but I’m only allowing myself to lick that slick little pussy today. I took you like an animal last night, didn’t play with my little girl enough first.” he says hoarsely. “I could have hurt you and I’m making up for that now. Now.”

Before I can protest or question him, he’s turning and settling me onto the leather seat. And he kneels down in front of me, tugging my panties down to my ankles. Breathing in reverence at the wet flesh he reveals.

“Such a tight hole,” he grunts, scooping his middle finger inside of me, drawing it out slowly and inserting the digit into his mouth. “Jesus. Baby even tastes tight.”

My head falls back on the seat, my being trapped in a storm of wonder and excitement and need. My breaths emerge like sobs because I can barely stand the tightening of lust throttling my insides. My intimate parts. Once again, my sex is milking something that isn’t there, clenching hotly and releasing, begging for him. That big, huge part that fills something emotionally inside of me, as well as physically. And I’m about to implore Sebastian to ditch his guilt and take me hard, like he did last night, but then…oh God, his tongue bathes me.

Being licked is something I haven’t considered too much.

But it speaks to the darker, wilder side of me, this debauched act.

The sight of his head between my thighs, the wet pink of his tongue flexing against my femininity. It’s decadent and visceral and raunchy—and I scream, digging my fingernails into the seat. Sebastian has pushed his middle finger deep inside of me, twisting it, pumping it, his tongue tracing circles around the sensitive ring of my entrance, aiding his finger in exploiting me, before finding my clit with the tip of his tongue and jiggling, jiggling.

A second finger pushes inside of me, with an effort, finding a spot high up in a place only this man has ever and will ever reach, tickling it lightly.

“Sebastian!” I cry out, starting to shake.

He groans into my sex, licking me harder, slanting his face over my flesh like it’s his last meal, his saliva running down my folds, my inner thighs, mingling with my arousal. And it’s blatantly crude and obscene, what he’s doing to me. It’s the utter wantonness of being in a car, in broad daylight, after he’s just knocked out two men in my honor, that rocks me over the finish line. What causes my body to stop resisting the encroaching pleasure. I let it wash over me like a stream over smooth rocks, my senses reaching a new height of awareness, bonding me with this man forever. This man who has the combination to my pleasure. This man who guards me, wants to care for me and keep me safe.

Sebastian uses my discarded panties to wipe up the mess on my thighs, then looking me in the eye, he also uses them to wipe his mouth and chin. He stows the underwear in his pocket, letting out a shuddering breath. “I’ll be licking it several more times today.” A muscle leaps in his jaw. “Until I forget I made you trade pussy for food and shelter.”

Surprise has me straightening in the seat. “No. I don’t hold that against you—”



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