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  That alarm had brought an end to the best kiss of her life, and then they’d been running. When he asked her to straddle him, she thought she was going mad. He’d ordered her to sit on his dick, and she’d felt him against her pussy. The panties didn’t feel strong enough to keep that rock-hard length out.

  They’d been making out because Blaze had gripped the back of her neck and tugged her down, closing the distance between them. He kissed her hard, making love to her mouth. She couldn’t think clearly.

  The cops had come and knocked on the window. They had shone their flashlight at her, and she’d cried out, sinking into Blaze’s shoulder, and he’d taken care of it.

  Telling them sorry, but he’d taken his woman out to dinner, and she’d looked way too sexy in her boots, and he couldn’t resist making his sweet girlfriend be a little naughtier. While the cops looked, she had to climb off his lap, trying not to show off her panties. She’d been blushing like mad.

  “Blaze, this isn’t where I live.” She had to get home to … think. To try to understand everything that had happened tonight. But he wasn’t heading to her home. Far from it.

  From the direction they were going, they were headed to his apartment.

  “I know.”

  “Then take me back.”

  “No.”

  “This is kidnapping.”

  “Is your pussy soaking wet?” he asked.

  His question took her completely by surprise. “What?”

  “You heard me.” He reached over and put his fingers on her knee.

  It would have been so easy to push him off, but she was curious as to what he was getting at.

  Slowly, he slid his fingers up the inside of her leg. She didn’t stop him, expecting him to, but he didn’t. She cried out as his finger pressed against her panties.

  What was with him tonight? She didn’t get it.

  “I see you’re soaking wet, just as I knew you would be.” He released a chuckle at the same time he removed his finger. Her face was on fire.

  This couldn’t be happening. Only, it was. He was doing this to her.

  “What game are you playing?” she asked.

  “I’m not playing any game.”

  “Blaze, I’m not some … I’m not … don’t…”

  “Don’t what?” he asked.

  “I don’t know why you’re doing this.”

  She gasped as he grabbed her wrist. Not once did he take his eyes off the road. Panic filled her, but then he pressed her palm against his cock.

  “Feel that?”

  He was so hard.

  “That’s why I’m doing this.”

  “But I’m not your type.”

  This made him laugh. “And what makes you think you’re not my type, Fay?”

  “I’ve seen the women you’ve … been with.”

  “You have?” he asked.

  “They’re always blonde and beautiful, and…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the last part.

  “You’re wrong, Fay. My type is sitting right next to me.”

  He jerked the car to the right, and they came around a smooth bend.

  Blaze lived in a nice apartment. Blair had told her about it many times. He worked as a bouncer at some kind of strip club, and Blair said it paid well. Fay was starting to wonder if it was the money from his fighting that actually paid well.

  He parked the car, opened his door, and climbed out.

  Fay didn’t want to get out of the car but saw she had no choice. After grabbing the handle, she stepped out of the car and slammed the door.

  Blaze reached for her hand.

  She didn’t know if she was ever going to get used to this. He’d gone from not touching her to seeming to always touch her within a matter of hours.

  Blaze walked up to his building and put a key into one of the locks, letting them in.

  Neither of them spoke as he made his way to the elevator and stepped inside. He clicked the button for the third floor.

  Her heart began to pound, but she tried to ignore it, staring at the numbers as they lit up. It wasn’t long before the door opened, and then they stepped off and came face to face with his apartment door.

  Blaze had another key, and he turned the lock, letting them inside.

  She watched as he tossed the key onto a small table he had near the door, and then he pressed her against the door.

  They stared at each other as he flicked the locks into place, his body so hard against hers. Seconds passed after he slid the bolt into place.

  He stared at her. Waiting.

  She was curious as to what was going on inside his head.

  He suddenly stepped away, but he grabbed both of her hands, leading her into his apartment. She didn’t look away from him, but she got the sense that it was a nice space.

  “Why do you fight?” she asked.

  “What were you doing at the fight?”

  “Answer my question.”

  He chuckled. “You shouldn’t have come.”

  “I didn’t want to. I just wanted to go home.” She sank her teeth into her lip, wishing she hadn’t admitted to quite so much.

  He chuckled. “That’s good to know, but your dating stops now.”

  “You can’t tell me what to do.”

  “Not only am I telling you what to do, you’re going to do it. Otherwise, I am going to ruin every single date you dare to defy me on.”

  She shook her head, but Blaze tugged her against his body. He let go of her hands, and he grabbed her ass with both.

  “Because you and I, Fay, are about to come to an arrangement of our own.”

  “We are?” She was struggling to keep up.

  This was crazy. Blaze was never like this. Not with her, not with anyone.

  He chuckled. “Yeah, we are.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

  “I’m not sure I’m keeping up with you.”

  “That’s okay. I can be a very patient man.” He kissed her again before moving so his face was against her neck. He pressed his face there and breathed in. “You smell so fucking good. Better than I ever imagined.”

  He imagined things about her?

  Blaze nibbled at her neck, and she gave a soft moan. Her neck had always been sensitive, but with how he traced his lips over her skin, she didn’t think she could focus, not on any one thing.

  As she closed her eyes, Blaze’s lips traveled down, going toward her chest. He released a growl.

  “Blaze, I don’t know what is going on,” she said.

  “Simple, I have watched those pathetic men come in and out of your life. You going on dates, and I can tell you that stops now.”

  She wanted to argue with him, but Blaze kept on going, and what he said next took her completely by surprise. “You’re mine, Fay. I’m tired of playing this dance with you. You’re mine to fuck and play with, and I’m done waiting.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Tell me you don’t want me.”

  She frowned. They were moving incredibly fast.

  With how good his lips felt, she didn’t want him to stop, but she had to get a hold of herself. Was she asleep right now? She bit the inside of her mouth and nearly brought tears to her eyes.

  All of a sudden, she needed to bring distance between them, so that was exactly what she did. She pulled away from Blaze and made sure there was a sofa between them. Gripping the back, she felt like she was panting.

  “What the hell is going on?” she asked.

  This was like stepping into a dream. One she had wanted so many times, but it had never happened. She was a little afraid, but a lot more excited.

  Blaze removed his shirt, tossing it onto the floor.

  Fay followed the action, a little taken aback.

  “What’s going on? Seeing you tonight at that fight told me one thing.”

  “And what is that?” she asked.

  “I’m so fucking tired of waiting.”

  “Waiting for what?”

  “You.” He went to his belt, and the sound seemed to echo around the whole room as he lowered it. Then his pants joined his shirt.

  Blaze wasn’t wearing anything else.

  Fay stared at the utter perfection of him. She couldn’t look away.

  What was more, she didn’t want to.

  ****

  Blaze loved seeing her blush. The pink tinge to her cheeks made him wonder if she was a virgin.

  “Have you fucked a guy before?” He didn’t want to know the answer. His hands were clenched into fists because if anyone had treated her wrong, he’d make them all pay.

  “Blaze, you’re completely naked.”

  “And you’re fully clothed.” It was going to take more than a sofa to keep her away from him.

  “Damn it, I don’t know what’s happening right now. You don’t like me.”

  “Wrong.”

  “If Blair finds out, she’ll be pissed at the both of us.”

  “Then Blair doesn’t find out, at least not yet. For fuck’s sake, Fay, I’m not going to rape you.”

  She lifted her head, and Blaze stared at her. “I know that.”

  Fay’s gaze kept dropping toward his dick and then lifting to his face. She kept doing everything in her power to avoid looking at him.

  He didn’t know any other speed than fast. He had tried to play the good guy. To give her time. To even see if there was someone for her. Who was he kidding, he would have never allowed anyone to have her but him.

  There was no one good enough.

  He’d tried to be patient, but seeing her tonight, entering the fight with that fucking loser, it had pissed him off.

  Blaze had realized if he waited too long, there could come a point when Fay actually liked another guy.

  “Take off your clothes,” he said.

  “No.”

  “Damn it, Fay, I felt how wet your pussy was. I know what you want.”

  “You don’t like me.”

  “Does this look like I don’t like you?” he asked, wrapping his fingers around his dick.

  Fay’s gaze landed on his length, and he let himself go so she could see the whole of him. He watched her throat work and he saw her taking the whole of his dick in her mouth, swallowing him down, nearly choking on the length.

  She wasn’t ready to know the lengths he’d gone to to get her here. One step at a time.

  “I felt your pussy, Fay. We don’t have to rush, but I … I don’t know how to go slow. You wanted this. You want me. The cops didn’t see how good it felt having your pussy on my dick. You liked it too. I know you did.”

  “I’ve never done this before,” she said.

  “What?”

  She pointed at him and then at her. “I’ve … I’m not— This is so embarrassing.”

  With her hand covering her face, he got the perfect opportunity to go to her. “You’re a virgin?”

  “Yes.” She dropped her hands and gasped, but she didn’t pull back.

  He stared into her eyes. Then he grabbed her cardigan and started to release the buttons, exposing those glorious tits to his view. “Then we are going to take this slow,” Blaze said.

  “Slow.”

  “I won’t fuck you tonight. I want to, believe me, I want to. I really want to fucking pound into your pussy, but for tonight, I will get you used to feeling me. Just me.”

  “Blaze, I don’t know what’s going on.”

  He smiled. “Then how about I show you?”

  Blaze moved her back, taking her straight to his bedroom. Fay didn’t fight him, which was good. He would’ve had no choice but to put her over his shoulder and carry her right into the room. On another day, maybe she would put up a fight. He was willing to see how far that one would go.

  Fay … liked him. He knew that.

  He removed the cardigan from her body, and she shook a little.

  “Don’t be afraid.”

  “I’m not afraid.”

  Turning her away from him, he grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it, exposing her back. While he had her this way, he flicked the catch of her bra and heard her slight intake of breath.

  He spun her back around to face him. She lifted her gaze to his.

  Blaze cupped her face, running his thumb across her bottom lip before going to her shoulders, then easing the dress and bra from her body. It didn’t take much for the bra to come off, and that hit the floor, but the dress fell to her hips.

  Sliding his hands down, he gave it the final nudge it needed. The dress fell in a heap on the floor, leaving Fay in only a pair of lacy panties. They were a red pair, cute, and he knelt down before her, taking the panties with him. She had no choice but to step out of them.

  She still wore the boots, and he took care of them as well, leaving her in a pair of socks.

  For now, they could stay, but Fay was naked, just like him.

  Finally, after waiting so fucking long, Fay was in his bedroom, naked, and all his.

  She didn’t know it yet, but he was hers. The time would come for him to tell her. She needed to get used to being his first.

  Blaze moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her body. Then, flesh to flesh, he brought them together. Fay’s hands were at her sides for several seconds, and then she slowly touched his back.

  He wasn’t used to this speed. He was used to taking what he wanted, which was crazy considering for the past two years, he’d steered clear of Fay.

  Before he realized he had feelings for her, there had been other women. He didn’t consider himself to have a type, but since he wanted Fay, there had been no one. For the past two years, he’d been taking care of his own needs, working his cock multiple times a day, thinking about Fay, and wanting this moment.

  Easing back, he stared into her eyes and then started to guide her until she lay on the bed. She followed his lead, and Blaze looked down at her.

  “Tell me when to stop,” he said.

  She nodded. It was a jerky action, but it made him smile. After dropping a kiss on her lips, he slowly trailed his toward her chest.

  Those perfect tits.

  He held his body away from hers, giving her space to get accustomed to him, and he swirled one hard bud with his tongue.

  Blaze listened to the sounds she made, making sure she was with him. Never going too far. Never breaking her trust. Keeping it with him at all times.

  Moving to the next nipple, he circled her tit before drawing the peak into his mouth. He’d been waiting so fucking long. He didn’t know how he was able to show any restraint. Not with what he truly wanted to do with her. To finally fuck her and make her his.

  Too much time had already passed, but he wasn’t going to miss a moment.

  He trailed down from her tits, going toward her pussy. Dipping his tongue into her belly button, he nudged her thighs open with his leg, and she spread them, just a little, but it was wide enough for him to fit.

  Staring down at her pretty cunt, he inhaled her soft fragrance, and his mouth watered for a taste of her. His cock was unbearably hard, but he would take care of himself soon.

  Going from her knees and up toward her pussy, he touched her lips. He spread them open, just a bit, exposing her sweet little cunt to his view.

  Her virgin cunt. No man had touched what belonged to him. He was so fucking pleased about that.

  Sliding his tongue between her creamy slit, he grazed across her clit. Fay nearly jerked up in the bed, and he took her clit into his mouth, sucking on it. She whimpered, shaking beneath his touch.

  She was so wet. Tonight, it would have been easy to take her virginity, but he would wait for when she was ready.

  Flicking his tongue back and forth, he felt her body change in his arms, tightening, getting ready to explode, and as she came, Fay didn’t hold back. She rode the wave of her orgasm, and she looked like a fucking queen as she did it.

  So beautiful. She stole his breath away.

  Blaze didn’t push her too hard, not wanting to terrify her. Leaning back, he wrapped his fingers around his length and stared at her body, unable to look away.

  For two years, he’d imagined this moment. He’d worked his fucking ass off to get here, and soon, she would belong to him. Soon, Fay would be begging him to fuck her, and he couldn’t wait for that moment.

  She had been his for a lot longer than two years.

  He’d been too fucking dumb to see it, but now there was no holding back.

  Not ever.

  With Fay’s gaze on him, he came, spilling his white creamy spunk on her stomach. Soon, he’d be filling her womb, and he couldn’t fucking wait.

  Chapter Three

  “You’re acting a little strange today,” Blair said, pouring more wine into her glass.

  Fay turned toward her friend, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry.”

  “How did your date go last night?”

  Fay’s thoughts went to Blaze. After he came on her stomach, he’d gone to his bathroom and brought back a towel, cleaning up the evidence of his orgasm. He’d then climbed into bed, wrapped his arms around her, and they’d gone to sleep.

  She’d woken up early, like she always did, panicked at her surroundings, and then, with Blaze sound asleep, she had spent an hour wriggling out of his grip and leaving his apartment. Completely dressed.

  The moment she got to her own place, she had showered, changed, and then left so Blaze wouldn’t come and find her.

  She had to think. The only person who could help her do that was Blair.

  She’d wandered the city, filling out several job applications before going to work. Then she’d snuck off to Blair’s place. Fay had never considered herself a coward.

  “It was … awful,” she said.

  “Damn it. I thought he was a nice guy. What was his name?”

  Fay couldn’t even remember. Blaze hadn’t been wrong about leaving her home to go out with strangers.

  Blair had encouraged it.

  “I’m done with dating.”

  “No. You can’t be done with dating.” Blair tutted. “The right guy is out there for you, Fay. You just have to keep on looking.”

  “Who has to keep on looking?”

  Fay froze as she heard Blaze’s voice.

  What the hell was he doing here?

  Blair rolled her eyes. “Why didn’t you call?”

  Fay knew the moment he entered the room as the hairs on the back of her neck seemed to rise.