Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross Page B

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the part of a tart.   “ That ’ s right, but don ’ t be such a pussy
about it. ”   I was so breathless and turned on
that I could barely speak.   “ You ’ ve got some muscles in
those arms.   Spank me like you mean
it! ”
    He walloped my ass, leaving it red
and tingling and sending me to the edge of climax.   He spanked me harder, and I moaned.   He spanked my left buttock with his palm
and the sensation became serious. I lifted my ass higher into the air for
him.   And when he hit me again, I
came in a shuddering climax, only to fall on top of him.
    For a moment, I just lay there,
gasping.   Then I put my hands over
my face and started to laugh.
    “ Where
did that come from? ” he
said.
    At that point, my head was
clear.   “ The same place where
this comes from, ” I
said.
    And for the next thirty minutes, I
rode him, straddled him, went down on him, bit his ear, tasted his tongue,
pulled his hair, called out his name, arched my back, and came, came, came.
    He had yet to come himself, but I was
far from being finished.
    “ Do
you have a candle? ” I
asked.
    “ A
candle? ”
    “ That ’ s right. ”
    “ In
the living room.   On top of the
mantel.   Matches are next to
it.   Why do you need a candle? ”
    “ You ’ ll see. ”
    I slipped out of the bed, went into
the living room, found a tall white candle in a candle holder on the mantel,
and grabbed it as I heard Tank saying, “ What are you doing?   Come back here. ”
    When I struck the match and lit the
candle, I felt my face burst into a brilliant, glowing bloom.   I blew out the match, moved into the
bedroom, and started toward him.   With the city twinkling in the windows behind him and the candle burning
in my hand, the room was alive with possibilities and was absolutely radiant.
    I straddled him again and tossed my
hair away from my face with a quick flick of my head.   Looking down at him, I challenged him
with my eyes.   “ Do you trust me, Tank? ”
    He looked up at me, then at the
candle flickering in my hand.   He
knew what I had in mind, and given the expression on his face, it appeared to
excite him.   “ I trust you, ” he
said.
    I held the candle over his chest,
tipped it slightly and allowed the flame to melt the wax.   “ I ’ ve
never done this before, ” I
said.   “ Sort of like being
spanked a moment ago.   But I ’ ve always wanted to do
it with someone I loved and trusted.   You ’ re
the first person I ’ ve
felt this safe with.   This delirious
with.   I ’ ve always wanted to be
this adventurous.   Do you think it
will hurt? ” I
asked, but before he could respond, I turned the candle onto its side and
watched the shimmering droplets of wax rain down onto his chest.
    Tank caught his breath and
winced.   The hot wax rolled towards
his stomach in thin rivers that pooled in his belly button before spilling onto
the sheets.   Was it hurting
him?   I doubted it.   Tank was a former SEAL.   He could handle just about anything — except
maybe me right now.
    I blew out the candle.
    Rising up the length of his body, I
ground myself against him, found his mouth with mine, and we kissed.   He reached down and grasped
himself.   I raised my hips and parted
my legs.
    “ Ready
for another round? ” he
asked.

I touched his face.   “ Just go easy at first.   What you ’ ve
got down there should be studied. ”
    Just as he was about to enter me, we
searched one another ’ s
eyes.   He ’ s
too big, I thought.   He ’ s
always too big.   But when he
entered me again, everything that happened after that initial pain became a
blur.   I wanted this.   I wanted him.   I wanted him to be in my life
forever.  
    As we rocked together on the bed, his
thrusts became deeper, faster, more demanding.   Spasms coursed through me.   My fingernails dug into his back.   My hand clutched his hair and I pulled
on it as hard as I could.   He pushed
my hands away and pinned my arms to my