Page 51 of Up in a Blaze
His lips twitched as he nodded once. “No one is.”
“You’re lucky I love you. No one else would put up with this.”
He chuckled, fingers threading into my hair before he yanked me close. He claimed my mouth roughly, thrusting his tongue between my lips to slide and play with my own. I hooked my legs around the back of his and clawed at his tee, wishing to tear it from his stunning body.
For the rest of my life, I would love every kiss, every touch.
His fingers worked at my jeans until he got them undone. He pulled back to watch his hand dip in to drag my cock free.
A moan fell from me when he dribbled saliva down over the head of my prick. I loved when he did that. Blaze wound his palm around my dick, spreading his spit while jacking me off.
“Mon amour,” I breathed, leaning my back to the wall and flicking my gaze from his face to his hand around me, over and over.
“What, firecracker?”
“I am not spilling over your hand….”
He smirked. “Then what does my greedy man need?” He trickled more spittle out and down, rubbing it into my skin.
“Non, I mean… I am not spilling over your hand unless you are buried in my ass first.”
He chuckled. The beast. “We can make that happen.” I lost his hand around my cock because both went to the waist of my pants. I lifted and he tugged them down my legs, pulling them all the way off with my underwear and throwing them to the kitchen floor.
“What about the food?”
He snorted. “I’ll be eating in a minute.”
Laughing, I shook my head, but then gasped when he palmed my cock again. “Not what I meant, mon amour.”
“I can clean and fix dinner later. My firecracker wants my attention. I’ve got to give it.”
Nodding, I panted and spread my legs more when he teased my balls in his big palm. A finger rubbed at my taint, teasing toward my hole, all while he jacked me off.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
I lost his hands and glowered up at him.
“Who’s in charge?”
“Fuck you, you big ogre.” His brow rose. “Mon amour,” I whined.
He turned away and went to the kitchen table.
“Please, ma bête. I’ll be good. You can just use my hole however you like.”
He picked up a chair and brought it back to place it against the counter. He went for another and did the same. One for each foot.
“Stand and face the wall. Offer me your ass because I’m hungry.”
My groan was strained, almost painful with the desire rushing through me. My legs shook a little, but I managed to stand, turn, and bend over, hands to the counter, cheek to the wall.
I presented my ass to my controlling ogre.
Since he was tall, like the beast he was, my hole was at mouth level. He didn’t waste time, diving right in. His hands parted my cheeks, tongue licking over my puckered hole.
I started to reach for my cock as he ate at my hole, but he slapped my hand away.
“Not yours to touch,” he clipped, nipping at my ass cheek. I squirmed and cursed at him in French, but he chuckled into my crack while licking and tonguing.
