#fireman!techno

“Come. Here. Fenice.” It’s such a deep gravely sound that emanates from his enormous chest. It’s almost monstrous how big this man is, he’s pure unadulterated muscle. He towers over you, more than any person has before. It makes you feel so small, so little-and yet you feel so fucking powerful when this gigantic man is on his knees for you- “I won’t ask a second time.”

The colour of his eyes is almost gone, his pupils dilating and zeroing in on you. Your form hasn’t moved an inch, he doesn’t understand, he’s keeping you from moving, his gaze has you frozen.

But he doesn’t know and he scoffs with a shake of his head it tears his gaze away for a singular moment before he’s stalking toward you not faltering at all. “My little Fenice.” It comes out as a sigh, it’s none existant over the sound of his black station boots hitting the concrete below.

Your eyes dart around the area around you for exits, the bay doors behind you are shut, the nearest fire exit is behind the big red fire engine, and lastly the fire pole would take too long to climb up. Your husband may be big, understatement, but he sure is sprightly.

Your mind was spinning coming to a stop when his thick fingers curve around your ass, a sonorous hum sounding in your ears from the giant who had now lifted you up so you’re nose to nose.

“I hate repeating myself, Fenice.” It’s a grunt so feral you could have easily mistaken him for a caveman.

“But you-“ You try to defend yourself, you really do.

“Me? This is suddenly my fault?” His voice dropped an octave and you knew you made a mistake. The cold against your back pulls a gasp from you, then you notice you’ve moved. You were so busy staring into your giant’s eyes that you didn’t even realised he’d moved you against the big red fire engine.

The temperature of the metal is such a severe contrast to the heat of your husband, that alone had you moaning. “Let me in,” he grunts tapping the zipper on your jeans as he gazes into your eyes. All you have to do is nod and he’s ripping them, breaking the zipper as he pulls them apart some of the sheds still hanging from your legs but he doesn’t care. Neither do you.

Where he wants to get to is exposed, “just a little more.” It’s a crisp whisper that thrums through you and creates a throb between your legs. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties before giving them a tug and they break falling apart.

“Get you ready so I can sink my cock into you.” He breathes against the skin of your neck, his index finger tapping on your clit and suddenly you’re short of breath. You’re so exposed, and Techno knows how you’re feeling. Sometimes you forget he knows all you’re dirty secrets and desires.

He feels it, feels the throb in your cunt, sees the look in your eyes. He knows you’re excited by this idea of anyone walking in on you in such a compromising position. He loves you like this only wants your pleasure to heighten, so with another tug your shirt and bra are gone too leaving your breasts exposed just like the rest of you.

Techno groans at the sight of your chest, he can’t help himself leaning down to brush his lips against your nipple before sucking it into his mouth the same way he sucks on your clit. You have it memorised by now, how could you not? This man insists on eating you out every morning before breakfast to ‘build up his appetite’.

“So soft.” The adoring moan vibrates against your breast, the feeling is so fucking good almost as good as the feeling of one of his thick fingers gliding through your dripping folds. “Always so soft.” His tone is so loving it makes your heart ache.

“Please” it slips from your lips and Techno catches it so easily with his own. His tongue swirling with yours as he aims to make your lips puffy and swollen from his kisses. One of the many marks he likes to leave on you. Other than his handprints.

“I know,” he coos, “my needy girl,” his hand slipping from your slit to pull down his braces letting them fall, you hadn’t even noticed in all your hazy lust that your man was wearing his work trousers with braces on over his dark red henley. Your favourite combination, that alone had you letting out a whine. “I know what you need.” He always knows what you need.

Technos cock is already hard, and it’s glorious. You only get a glance of his swollen tip dripping before it’s buried inside of your hot cunt. The first thrust always feels like heaven, to be so perfectly sheathed in such a tight vice as Techno said himself, he couldn’t imagine anything better.

You felt him so deep inside you with every thrust he seemed to go deeper, his big hands firm on your hips as he fucked into you. Moans of his own mixing with yours, his head thrown back with a thin layer of sweat creating a shine on his beautiful skin.

Your eyes flutter close loosing yourself in the sweet burn of pleasure, it bubbles inside you, the heat rolling over your body in waves. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Look at you, such a dirty girl,” his gaze is locked on your hips grinding, moving against his, with his, “and all mine.” The grin on his face is almost sadistic, almost crazy, so very possessive. But it’s filled with such reassurance and certainty, that you’re his and he’s yours.

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