Let It Burn (A BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance) by Sierra Summers, VJ Summers Read Free Book Online Page B

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    couldn’t drag her back to his mouth the way he wanted to.
    He should have known she would be like dynamite in bed.  Her passion was out in the open for the world to see.  It was there in her art and in the way she taught her students. She wore her pleasure on her face, embraced it with her whole being.  It was there in the way she didn’t give a damn what the people in this town thought of her., didn’t even really seem to care how badly people misjudged her. Kevin envied that kind of freedom. He knew he had a good reputation; he was a firefighter, the town golden boy.  But no one really knew him, saw the man underneath all the gloss.  The man who longed for things he couldn’t have, things like a real home, Hell, even rug rats of his own to tumble around the yard with. 
    He shook his head as forbidden images of a stunning Joanna in a long flowing dress with a baby on her hip and another in her belly filled his mind’s eye. Fuck Kryszenski, don’t even go there. You fucking know better.
    It was really quite ironic.  Joanna Balentine was probably the purest, best human being he’d ever met, and the majority of the good people of Ludington treated her like she had the plague.  He, on the other hand, couldn’t even manage to keep his own family safe, couldn’t be trusted to protect those he loved, but the people of the town had all but declared him local royalty.
    He came back to the present with a jerk when her soft, supple lips whispered feather light over the very tip of his cock.  Her eyes skimmed up the length of his torso until them met his, and she gave him a naughty smile before puckering and lightly sipping at the heavy bead of pre-cum on his crown.  The sensation slithered up the length of his dick, drew up his balls until they knotted painfully, ready to explode if she even breathed on him.
    “Stop .”  So much for Mr. Suave.  He practically choked out the words. Her dark eyes flashed back to his. “Jojo, baby, you’ve got to stop. I won’t last another minute if you blow me, and I really need you to fuck me.”
    Her dark curls framed her face like some sort of Renaissance angel. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gave his cock one last, lingering look before reaching for the condom.  She ripped it open and gave him a naughty smile before grabbing the oil again and letting one gleaming drop pool in the tip of the rubber.  Kevin felt his eyes widen as she laid the protection against the head of his cock.  He thought his heart might just stop when she leaned in and rolled the condom down with her lips.
    Christ.  It was the most exotic, the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him.  The sigh of her curly head bent over his hips was intoxicating.  When she rolled her eyes up to meet his gaze, that moist red mouth wrapped lovingly around his cock, he felt fucking drunk.  The oil made the condom slip teasingly over the head of his cock , and when she slowly drew her lips up the throbbing length, he had to clench his entire body to keep from coming.
    She gave him a little, secretive smile.  “Feels like something almost happened there.” 
    He gave a heartfelt groan.  He was afraid to relax his tensed muscles.  Hell, he was afraid to fucking breathe.  The slightest movement would have him going off like Old Faithful, and he was determined not to let that happen before he was balls deep in her tempting, taunting heat.
    Instinctively he reached for her, frustrated when he was drawn up short by the cuffs. “Let me loose, Joanna.  Let me touch you.”
    “Oh, you’ve touched me quite enough for the moment.”  That wicked, witchy smile widened.  “Now it’s my turn to do the touching.”
    “Jojo, please.”  He was fucking begging , and he couldn’t even care.  He needed to touch her, to fill his hands with those lush breasts, to work his aching cock so deep inside her that she’d never be free of him.
    Ignoring him , she straddled his thighs, reaching