Blaze (Virtues & Lies 3)

If she wasn’t still recovering from the birth, I would’ve fucked her into a dumb stupor by now.

“Here.” Handing it to me, Fleur goes back to pacing the length of the bathroom.

She’s driving herself insane over shit she doesn’t need to. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I perch on the vanity, waiting for her to pace back towards me.

When she’s within reach, I pull her to me, holding her tightly to my chest until I feel her relax.

“I’m annoying you, aren’t I?”

“No, but you are winding yourself up. Leo isn’t an idiot—he knows that you’re the product and not the cause of whatever happened between his parents and yours.”

Wide eyes meet mine before she breaks out into a soft laugh. “Product not cause. Christ, you’re so fucking literal with things.”

“I like to keep things simple,” I tell her, pecking her on the nose as I lift her and turn to sit her on the counter, my hands moulded to her firm arse. I fucking love it; it’s so gloriously plump.

“Keeping things simple…”

“Yes, like fucking the hell out of you when I want to and when you need it.”

“I always need you,” she murmurs, kissing my scruff-lined jaw. Her smile of appreciation is palpable as her breaths deepen, becoming rougher. “Literally and in every other way.”

A cool hand snakes down my chest, wild brown eyes boring into mine as her forehead touches mine.

“What are you doing?” The lust-gravelled whisper is barely audible with our choppy breaths and the blood racing through my veins.

“Focusing on something else,” she replies, hand slipping beneath the towel, dropping it to the floor.

Her breaths jam together as her fingertips trail back and forth over the lines of my torso and groin. Sucking my lip into her mouth, she traces down one side of the V leading to my throbbing cock.

“Fuck, big man, you’re so hard, and I really wish we could do more than this.” She strokes me from root to tip, her thumb circling over my beading slit before she pulls back. Mischievous eyes glint into mine as she licks her hand, palm to fingertip.

Gaze unmoving from mine, she spits into her hand. Lowering it back to my pulsing erection, she smooths her palm over the head of my cock, slowly applying more pressure before gliding it over the length.

Her gaping mouth covers mine, stealing my breaths and giving me hers. And all I can think is how much I want to fucking love her in the literal, physical sense she wants and needs right now.

“Fleur…”

“It’s okay.” Her raspy breaths quicken the harder and

faster she works my dick. “I’m happy with this. Giving you this.”

Even through my blurring vision, she’s a fucking perfect picture with flushed cheeks and half-lidded stare, her tits pushing through the low cut of her top.

“Does it feel good?” Breathing into my ear, she hooks a foot over the back of my thigh.

Fleur continues stroking and squeezing, harder and faster like our breaths. The heat of her needy cunt permeates through her clothes, coating my already painfully hard cock like my orgasm will make her feel good too.

“Fuck, yeah, Trouble.”

Cupping her jaw with both hands, I kiss her as deep as I can until hoarse whimpers coarse through her body. Her other hand knots in my hair, pulling and pulling until we’re both groaning and my cum is spurting over her covered belly and thighs.

Fleur licks at my lips as I pant into her mouth. It takes me a moment to gather myself before I can stand and clean her up. A grin lights her face as she takes in the mess on her clothes and my lower torso.

“You know what’s hotter than that V and those abs?” A fingertip runs over my sweat- and cum-beaded skin. “That V and those abs all streaked dirty…”

“You’re a perv.”

“What’s the point of having all that”—she gestures up and down my body—“if I can’t use it to make me feel good? I told you—I love you, big man, in a completely seedy, objectifying, creepy, and can’t live without you kind of way.”