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  Wet and Wild

  Olivia T. Turner

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  Copyright

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

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  Don’t be shy. Come Follow Me…

  Guarding Her Body

  Copyright© 2019 by Olivia T. Turner.

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, businesses, companies, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Contains explicit love scenes and adult language.

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  “Right after I put out this fire, I’ll come home and put out yours.”

  I’m kicking down doors, looking for people trapped inside this burning building when I kick down apartment 307.

  What greets me is a naked angel lying on her bed and giving me a show with her legs spread wide open.

  She has headphones on and her eyes closed so she doesn’t notice me watching her.

  Needing her. Obsessing over her.

  She’s too innocent and pure for what I have planned, but I can’t help it.

  It’s beyond me now. My obsession is growing within me like a wildfire that can’t be stopped

  It’s a fireman’s job to put out the flames and that includes her’s.

  But first, I’m going to stoke the fire within her until it’s burning and growing into a wild inferno that only I can put out.

  And I definitely won’t be putting any protection on this big hose when we get wet and wild!

  Don’t expect this Over The Top fireman to put out your flames. He’ll get you hotter than a white-hot inferno as he becomes completely obsessed in claiming his one and only!

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  To Firefighter Harris,

  I’m sorry I purposely set fire to my kitchen to see you.

  #NotSorry

  One

  Cole

  I kick another door in and rush into another messy apartment. It’s empty except for the cockroaches scurrying across the grimy floor.

  This whole building is one big shithole and won’t be missed.

  The cheap drywall and old carpeting are making it burn like it’s made of dry straw. The top four floors are already consumed in a fiery blaze and it’s only a matter of time before the flames make their way down here. The flames are coming fast, but I’m moving even faster.

  The Fire Chief ordered everyone to stay out, but I slipped in for a quick search for anyone trapped inside. I felt a burning need to go into the building that I couldn’t explain. I was drawn to it, like there was something or someone waiting for me inside.

  “Hello?” I shout as I kick another door in. Apartment 306. “Anyone home?”

  There’s a crack pipe on the coffee table and what looks like a mountain of mold in a pizza box on the floor. I take a quick look around for any passed out crackheads, but it’s all empty so I move on down the hall.

  The building is so rundown that the fire alarm doesn’t even work on this floor. All I can hear is a muted ringing coming from the alarm upstairs.

  I come up to apartment 307 and lift my boot. The door nearly explodes when I kick it in.

  This apartment isn’t like the others. It’s nice and homey with a feminine touch and although the owner still looks poor, it shows that she’s put in some effort. There are homemade pillows on the old faded couch and freshly picked flowers on the table. I recognize them as the blue flowers that grow in the field by the train station. There’s only one chair at the old scuffed up table, so I know she lives alone.

  It’s a small apartment where you can almost cook in the kitchen and sit on the couch at the same time. I peek in the empty bathroom and then go to the closed bedroom door.

  The thick heady scent of sex hits my nose when I twist the handle and open the door.

  A naked girl is lying on the bed with her legs spread and her eyes closed. She’s writhing and moaning as her fingers rub tight little circles over her wet clit.

  The sight pins me to the floor and my breath catches in my throat. I can’t breathe. I can’t even think.

  All I can do is stare in awe at the pretty little pink pussy in front of me. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in all of my life.

  Her slender fingers slide through her wet folds and dip into her tight hole, and a rush of juices trickles down her hand and onto her thighs.

  I swallow hard as my cock hardens in my yellow pants, straining and throbbing against the thick fireproof material. My balls tighten and my cock is already dripping with cum as I watch her hips sway from side to side.

  My hungry eyes work their way up her pale stomach and perky breasts to her beautiful face. She’s biting her bottom lip and breathing heavily as she rubs herself. I want her to open her eyes and see me watching her, but she doesn’t.

  Big white headphones are covering her ears, sunk into her blonde hair like a modern-day tiara. She’s beautiful enough to be a princess—she’s beautiful enough to be an angel.

  My chest is tight and I can feel the force of my heartbeat thundering through my body as I watch this perfect girl getting off in front of me. She still doesn’t know I’m here.

  But she’ll know soon enough.

  I have to have her. I will have her.

  I’ve never seen anything I wanted so badly in all of my life.

  The need is like a demon growing within me. This need to have her, to own her.

  She’s too innocent and pure for what I have in mind, for what I have planned for her, but I can’t help it. It’s beyond me now.

  My obsession is growing within me like a virus that can’t be stopped.

  It’s painful to pull my eyes away from her spread legs, but I need to know more about her. There are no family photos on the wall, which tells me she’s probably alone in this life. No pictures of boyfriends up either. That’s a relief. I don’t know what I would do if I found a guy in here with her. Maybe wrap my hand around his throat and carry him up to the flames to watch him burn? I don’t even want to think about it.

  I spot an old brown shirt draped over her dresser that looks like a
waitress uniform. Reggie’s Diner.

  She’s a waitress. I grab the shirt that’s way too rough for her soft smooth skin and check the name-tag. Addison.

  “Addison,” I whisper, loving the way the sound rolls off my tongue. I could say it all day.

  Her name will be Addison Brooks by the time I’m done with her. Thinking of my last name attached to her makes my cock rage and I feel some wetness leaking down my shaft.

  It’s throbbing in anticipation of taking her bare. That tight little wet pussy will be wrapped around my raw cock until I can empty my load into her womb and plant my seed for good.

  It’s like she can sense my dirty thoughts because her hand starts moving faster and faster, rubbing her clit as her legs spread even farther apart.

  The sweet smell of her peach is killing me, making me crazy. Her little hand is covered in her sticky nectar and I lick my lips as I imagine sucking it off her fingers. I wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.

  I unbutton my jacket and slide it down my arms as she grabs one of her perky breasts and pinches her perfect pink nipple. A little moan slides out between her sexy lips and it causes a warm shiver to ripple through me.

  My jacket drops to the floor and all I’m wearing is a white undershirt, my helmet, and my yellow firefighter pants. I pull the red suspenders off my round shoulders and let them drop down. The weight of my pants makes them inch down my hips, showing off my hard pelvis with the top of my trimmed pubic hair.

  I want to take everything off, but I don’t want to give this sweet girl a heart attack. I have other plans for her.

  She lets out another moan as she slides a finger into her hole and my body tightens when I wonder what she’s thinking about. The thought that she might be thinking about another guy makes me want to break something. I’ve never been the jealous type, but this little angel is making my jaw clench so hard that it hurts. I don’t want her to think of any cock but mine.

  Once I’m done with her, she won’t ever think of anyone else but me. She won’t think of any boys once she’s been with a real man.

  And I’m going to teach her the difference.

  I take a step forward and grin.

  Right now.

  Two

  Addison

  I’m so close to cumming.

  The music is building in my ears as the orgasm builds within me. I love masturbating to music. The beat always brings me to another level.

  I’m rubbing my clit while running through my favorite fantasy. A shirtless fireman throwing me over his shoulder and saving me from the flames.

  I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for firemen. Their big trucks, their muscular bodies, and not to mention their long hard hoses. Firemen always seem to be the good guys. The heroes that risk their lives to save the damsels in distress. There’s nothing hotter than that.

  I squeeze my eyes shut as I rub my pussy, fantasizing about my own fireman who would come and rescue me from all of this one day. Not just from a fire, but from everything—the unpaid bills, the empty fridge, my pervert landlord, and asshole boss. Someone who can just pick me up and take me away.

  The song ends and as a new one starts, my eyes drift open a crack for a split second.

  What the hell?!?

  At first, I think I’m delirious from masturbating, but then I realize I actually saw the outline of a man through my blurry eyes.

  My eyes fly open and I snap my legs shut, gasping in shock and horror when I see a man at the foot of my bed. I recoil until my back hits the cold headboard.

  He’s wearing firefighter pants with a white tank top that hugs his large muscular frame. He has a yellow firefighter helmet on his head over his gorgeous face with the hard stare, and I’m not understanding how this man could have been plucked from my dreams and dropped into my reality.

  None of this makes sense.

  The confusing swirling thoughts all seem to drift away when I look into his deep brown eyes. They’re focused on me with so much intensity that I can’t breathe.

  Is he the one I’ve been dreaming about? The one who is going to save me?

  Dark stubble shadows the hard line of his jaw and I swallow hard when my eyes go to his lips. He’s sexy as all hell and my pussy aches as I look back into his eyes.

  His eyes drop from mine and travel over my naked body. My nipples harden to the point of pain under his gaze and I feel an intense desire to continue touching myself, but I keep my hands right where they are.

  His eyes continue south and the muscles in his jaw tighten as he tries to get a look at my pussy. I should cover up, but for some reason, I open my legs a little more to give him a better look.

  My face flushes as he stares and I’ve never wanted a man between my legs more than I do right now.

  My pussy is pulsing and my clit is aching as he stares breathlessly. That big wide chest of his is as still as a statue while he watches. I’m glad I’m not the only one who can’t breathe.

  I can tell he wants me.

  If that hungry look in his dark brown eyes wasn’t enough, the long thick outline of his hard cock pressing against the inside of his pants is.

  He never takes his eyes off me as he slowly pulls off one glove than the other. He lets them drop to the floor with a smack and then he approaches.

  My legs seem to have a mind of their own because they’re spreading even wider for this mysterious stranger, letting him have a full look of the honey between them.

  I’ve never done anything like this before, whatever this is. I’ve never had a one night stand—in fact, I’ve never had an anything stand. I’m a virgin.

  No man has ever touched me down there or has even seen me naked.

  I’m eighteen and have been saving myself. I didn’t know for what, but now I do—for this moment.

  The mattress jerks as he sits down on the end of my bed. My feet are on either side of him, and his lustful gaze is locked on my pussy.

  My heart is beating so fast and every hair on my arms is standing up as I watch him, wondering what he’s going to do next.

  “Who are you?” I whisper as he touches my inner thigh with a rough hand.

  My head drops back and a moan rips out of my throat as he slides his palm down. Every cell in my body tightens in anticipation. His hand is so fucking close.

  “I’m the man who’s going to save you from this place,” he says in a deep voice that sends a flutter through my chest.

  He leans forward and runs two fingers up my slit. My eyes fall closed and I moan, nearly cumming on the spot.

  “I’ll save you from here, but it’s going to cost you,” he says as his fingertips reach my throbbing clit. My legs shake as he rubs it.

  I’ll give him anything he wants as long as he keeps touching me like that.

  “You’re mine now,” he growls. “This pussy is mine. Mine alone. And I’ll take it whenever I want.”

  He slides the tip of his two fingers in and my body jerks forward as my face twists up in pleasured agony. “Fuck,” I gasp as I cum hard on his hand. “It’s yours. It’s fucking yours.”

  I watch as he slides out his two fingers that are covered in my sticky juices. He’s got a grin on his face as he lifts them to his nose and smells them.

  I’m breathing hard with my head lowered and my chest heaving as I watch, hoping he likes my scent. From the lust-filled look in his eyes, it seems like he does.

  My pussy pulses as I watch him put the two wet fingers into his mouth. He sucks my juices up and groans as he drinks me down.

  “There’s nothing I want to do more,” he says in a voice that has a hint of pain in it, “then to spread your legs and fill you with my hard cock right now, but I can’t.”

  “Why not?” My voice comes out like a whine.

  “I have to get you out of here,” he says as his eyes fall back down to my spread pussy. “The fire is coming.”

  “Fire?” Panic starts to hit me as I spring up in bed. “Is the building on fire?”

>   Smoke starts to creep into the room, snaking across the ceiling before my very eyes.

  Of course, there’s a fire. Why else would he be here?

  My brain was in sex mode and wasn’t working clearly before. It is now.

  We have to get the hell out of here.

  The fireman steps off my bed and grabs his big heavy coat off the floor.

  “Come here,” he says as he opens it.

  I hurry over and he wraps it around my body. I slide my arms into the giant sleeves and I feel like a little kid dressing up in her father’s suit. It’s so big on me. This guy is huge.

  It’s heavy too and I’m not sure if I can walk in it, especially since it goes past my knees.

  Luckily, I don’t have to.

  He scoops me up in his big arms and cradles me to his muscular chest, carrying me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

  “What’s your name?” I ask as I look up into his eyes. I have to know.

  “Cole. Cole Brooks.” His voice is firm and dominant just like him. He’s exactly the kind of hero I want saving me.

  Without another word, he carries me into the hallway. The fire alarm on this floor is broken and I can barely hear the alarm from the other floors ringing. The landlord is not only a creep, but he’s a cheap son of a bitch too. I probably would have died if it wasn’t for Cole, and all because he wouldn’t spring five bucks for some new batteries.