Page 52 of Up in a Blaze
My cock ached, wanting attention.
I glanced down and saw he was just as hard under his jeans.
That beautiful cock would soon be buried in my ass. I whimpered and groaned, slamming my eyes closed when his grip on my hips tightened. He’d shoved his mouth and nose right in there.
Devouring me like he loved to.
This man was made for me. He was relentless with the attention he spent on my ass. Totally focused like he had all the time in the world. My legs trembled, toes curled, and I bit down on a gasp so hard, my teeth ached.
“Mon amour, please, I need you. Please, ma bête.”
He took one long swipe over my hole, before pulling back. “Stay still.” He undid his jeans and got rid of his tee before he pulled a lube packet out of his pocket. He tore it open and poured half over my ring and the rest over his cock. He threw the packet to the floor and ordered, “Come here.”
My stomach fluttered as I turned and jumped. He caught me easily, like I weighed nothing, with his hands pawing at my ass. “Lock those legs.”
I wound them around his waist, linking my feet.
“Use me. Fuck my hole and mark it as yours. Do what you want with me, mon amour. I am yours,” I told him, peppering kisses over his face and neck.
His growl was harsh and low. When I leaned back, holding onto his neck, he pressed my ass down, using his fingers to push his cock into place so he could enter me.
I bore down and still it stung from his girth, but I loved the pain mixed with pleasure each and every time.
“Christ,” he clipped before his jaw clenched.
My ass squeezed around his dick snugly as he pushed all the way in.
Biting my lip, I ran my gaze over his body. Muscles straining in ways that were such a turn-on that I shivered.
“Goddamn, firecracker, you feel fuckin’ good.”
Nodding, I gasped when he pulled me off his cock and thrust back in, hitting my prostate. “Yes, mon amour. Just there. Just like that.” My cock leaked between us, all over his stomach and my groin.
His fingers dug into my flesh, and he fucked me faster up and down his cock, using my hole to pleasure himself.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I panted.
“Who owns you?”
“Always you.”
“Mine to use, to fuck however I want. Christ, you were made for my cock. To keep it warm and wet, like the little slut you are.”
“Amour,” I cried out, coming apart on his cock. My cum splashed down over us both.
“Jesus,” he drew out. “Fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock.” He groaned, slamming in and out of me, and as he finished emptying inside me, I curled against his chest.
Lazily, I kissed his shoulder blade. My ass gripped him nicely as he slowly withdrew from me. I felt some of his seed drip to the floor.
“Bath or shower?” he asked.
My stomach rumbled.
He chuckled. The laugh was quick but enough to warm me all over. “Quick clean, then I’ll feed you before we take a bath.”
My sweet beast, wanting to take care of me. I would never tire of his attention.
