Page 89 of Up in a Blaze

“Mon amour,” I cried, shifting my legs wider.

He groaned under his breath, and as he ate, I heard him take a deep inhale.

This man was truly fascinated by my scent, and I loved it.

My cock leaked and throbbed, wanting attention, but I didn’t give it any because I knew my possessive ogre would want to be the one in control.

Like always.

And I would give over my control each and every time since he treated my body so well. He worshiped every inch and made me come alive with all his attention.

“Yes, mon amour. Eat me. Devour me.”

“Mine,” he growled against my hole before stuffing me full of his tongue. He wiggled his tongue deep, nibbling at my hole with his teeth.

“Merde, ma bête. You make me feel so good.”

His hands squeezed my ass cheeks, fingers kneading into my flesh. He was punishing me and pleasuring me at the same time.

“Please, Blaze. Please.”

He licked to my balls, gently drawing them back down and sucking on them softly.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice raw, rough, and hot.

“You.”

“I’m gonna fuck you hard,” he bit out. Blaze went to his knees and leaned back, stroking over his cock. “I’ll show you who you belong to. Show you who owns you.” He climbed over me, drawing my legs up over his hips and stuffing a pillow under my ass. “And show you how pissed I am that someone harmed you.”

“Yes, my beast. Punish my ass. Make me feel you for the rest of the day.”

“You will,” he clipped.

Reaching over, he yanked the drawer open with such strength that the bedside table nearly fell forward. He grabbed a tube of lube, flicked the lid, and squirted some between my legs. Once done, he threw the tube to the bed, gripped his cock, and rubbed it in the lube against my ass and between my cheeks.

I reached back, holding under the headboard, knowing what was coming.

He glowered down at me. I loved his angry fucks.

“Come, mon amour, let me have it.”

His hands dropped down to the bed, and I felt the tip of his cock before he thrust in. Pain and pleasure mixed, drawing a cry out of me.

“More?” he asked.

“You know it,” I taunted.

He pulled back, one hand to the mattress, the other holding my hip tightly, and he fucked forward, slamming into me. I held on as he drilled in and out of me with his hard cock.

“Yes, my beast.”

“You’re mine.”

“I know. I feel it.”

“Fuckin’ mine.”

“Yes.”