Page 119 of Fiery Little Thing
She slaps my thigh. “I’m going to kill you.”
I tap my length against her entrance. “Last chance.”
“Fuck you, okay? I’m so—” Her words die on a scream as I fill her with a single drive of my hips. Blaze meets me, thrust for thrust until her legs give out and she comes with a feral cry, tightening around my cock so hard I’m sure it could break. I don’t let her go even when she soaks the blanket with her squirt, then falls limp as she strangles my cock with another scream.
She’s so fucking perfect. It’s hard to believe she’s even real.
My balls tighten as she comes a third time, cursing my name to the heavens as she slaps around the picnic blanket like she’s tryingto find something to kill me with. Electricity jolts through my veins, making a rabid snarl tear past my lips, pumping her pussy full of my release. It doesn’t seem to stop. The combination of the flames and the plug forces me to slump down onto her as she milks me for every single drop.
I roll onto my side, taking her with me. Blaze squirms on my cock in an attempt to get away, but all it does is make her gasp. “You’re hard again?”
Chuckling against her hair, I stare out at the evidence of my family’s downfall and hold on to the girl who’s always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and showed me how to fight even when I kept getting pushed aside. I hold on to the first person who ever chose me.
I was never scared about falling in love with her. I was always angry because I thought I’d only get to do it once. But every day, I fall again. Every day, I fall a little harder.
I don’t know what I’m doing. But as long as I’m with her, I could be doing anything.
She’s my flame. My everything. My Blaze. And there’s nothing more beautiful than fire.
The End
