Scorcher by Celia Kyle Read Free Book Online

swirled the head through her cream and his seed dripping from her pussy. Round and around he circled, gathering her moisture before pressing against her back hole.
    “Yes,” she hissed and pushed back against him. She loved anal sex just as much as he did and it seemed the perfect way to join. Tomorrow would be a day of baby making, tonight was about fulfilling each other’s desires and burning the place down.
    Brant pushed forward, tip of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle that formed her anus. Carefully, as if she were made of glass, he eased forward, spreading her, stretching her to accommodate him. In and out and in and out he eased, feeding inch after inch of his cock into her ass until he was fully seated, balls resting against her sweet pussy. The wet, hot velvet glove of her ass gripped and massaged him in a way her pussy never could. It milked him with her every breath.
    Completely inside her, he held still for a moment, giving her the opportunity to grow accustomed to his invasion. When she wiggled her delectable heart-shaped ass against him, he knew it was time to move.
    “Remember your promise.”
    “I remember,” she grumbled. “Now, love me already.”
    Well, at least she hadn’t demanded to be fucked. Ass play tended to make her commanding with her arousal.
    Brant gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the globes of her ass, fingers resting in her hipbones. Inch by inch he eased out of her until just the tip of his cock rested inside and then he slowly thrust forward, taking care not to go too hard too soon. Again and again, he repeated the process: ease in, ease out, and ease in again. He held on to his orgasm by a thread, attending to Phoebe’s pleasure before he would take his own. A true kinmating would occur if the two participants didn’t come together, at the same time.
    The air around them heated further, a wider circle of destruction surrounded them with her heightened arousal, with her climax coming closer.
    Brant increased his tempo, speeding up in time with the rise in temperature. The hotter it became, the harder he pumped in and out of her tight, hot sheath. His cock felt as if it were on pleasurable fire, burning with ecstasy while inside her. This act eclipsed all others. He’d never felt closer to his lover, his mate.
    Harder and harder he pumped, bringing them closer to the edge, easing them toward the same goal, mating.
    His skin reddened under the heat, ash sticking to his sweat-soaked skin as seconds passed and the sand surrounding them melted and formed liquid glass. This would be their place from now on, the one place they could come and relive memories, and someday conceive their children. This would be the place their first clutch would come into being. He just prayed he’d live through the process and not get ashed by his hot-blooded lover.
    Brant’s breathing was coming in harsh pants now, breath catching fire the moment it left his chest, the air so hot it destroyed all within their bubble. The blanket beneath his legs was wilting and disintegrating beneath him, and would give way to the molten glass at any moment. He was surprised that it lasted as long as it had.
    And still his orgasm approached, roaring closer with each passing second like the fire surrounding them.
    “Phoebe…” he warned.
    Her ass milked him. Clenching and releasing in rhythm to his thrusts, pulling his orgasm inexplicably closer with every touch of their bodies.
    “Yes,” she hissed. “Now,” she demanded.
    He couldn’t hold it back any longer.
    From toes to head and back again, his muscles bunched and tightened then released in a great rush of climax centering on his cock and balls. His seed erupted in great waves into her ass, joining them together forever. The world around him exploded, fire burning everything within a mile. Bushes, cacti—anything and everything that was not a physical being—was scorched and removed from the earth with their lovemaking. Their mating.
    He