Page 20 of Up in a Blaze
Removing my fingers, I straightened and pulled a packet of lube out of my back pocket. I always wanted to be prepared to have Henri whenever we could, and thank fuck condoms were long in our past.
I loved the feeling of sliding in bare and painting his insides with my cum.
My chest expanded at the thought. Knowing I got to mark Henri in ways no one else would was heady.
As I undid my jeans, I kept my gaze on my firecracker as he went to his elbows to watch my hands while he dropped his legs wider, waiting for me. Slowly, I reached in and pulled my cock free, stroking over it while I tore the packet open with my teeth and spread the lube over my length.
“Come on, mon amour. I need you.”
A noise rumbled out of me. I shoved my jeans all the way down and kicked them off with my boxers. I went to my knees on the bed, between his legs.
He smirked. “Oui, my big beast. Come, get inside me.”
Gripping his legs, I flipped him over to his knees. Henri squealed then laughed, but that faded when I covered his body with my own.
Our size difference was always a blessing and aphrodisiac. The intoxicating feeling of dominance it gave me was a rush to the cock.
I licked and nipped at his shoulder. “Want my dick, firecracker?”
“Oui.”
“Beg me.”
He glanced back and snarled, “Get in me.”
I tsked. “That wasn’t nice.”
“I am not nice when my lover holds back. Fill me. Fuck me. Prove I’m yours.”
With a growl, I set the tip of my dick against his slicked hole and edged in. The head slipped through the tight ring, causing Henri to moan.
“Yes, mon amour,” he breathed as I pushed in. As soon as I was embedded deep, my firecracker grinned, glancing back up at me for a moment. “Where you belong.”
“Fuck yes,” I told him. Latching my teeth onto his shoulder, I pulled all the way out and slammed back in.
“Yes, mon bête. Harder. Make me feel it even tomorrow.”
His words always did something to me. I thrust back and forth—harder, faster. His sounds encouraged me to dominate him.
His ass squeezed around me, the lube making it easier to pound in and out of his tight, wet heat.
A thrill rolled down my spine. I licked and sucked over his shoulder before I went to the other side, marking that one up as well while screwing him into the bed.
He was mine.
All fuckin’ mine.
I’d keep him forever.
Fuck him, love him, and protect him.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Basier oui, mon amour. So good, mon bête. So good.”
Christ. I was close. Sliding my tongue over the bite, I told him, “Come, firecracker. Fuckin’ come for me.”
His body stiffened for a second before he moaned and shook through his release onto the blankets.
