Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Son of a bitch.” The velvet clutch of her pussy bears down on my cock, and I’m barely inside her. My mouth waters, trying to figure out where I want it first— her nipples, her skin, or her lips.
“Lane.” My hips press deeper, her legs wrap around me tighter, and I’m forced to go down on my elbows, or I’ll give too much of my weight. I frame our bodies on either side of her head, coming face to face, and now I know where my mouth is going to land first.
“God, Birdie, you feel good, too good.” I pull back sparingly, unable to leave too much of her wet heat, and then I thrust back inside. Her hands wrap around my biceps, fingers pressing into the skin as she lifts her hips, trying to get me as deep as possible. While I want nothing more than to fuck my cock into her as hard, fast, and deep as I can, the possibility of hurting her is still at the forefront of my mind.
“Lane William Johnson, quit fucking holding back. I’m not made of fine china. You’re not going to hurt me. You’re going to piss me off, and then I’ll just take care of myself.” This woman, I should have known she wouldn’t fight fair. Her hand comes off my arm, and I know exactly what Birdie is after.
“You so much as touch your pretty pussy, I’m going to roll you over and spank that ass, baby, then you won’t be coming either. I’ll spank you red, jack my cock, and paint your ass with my cum. You wouldn’t want that. Depriving us both of coming together, hmm?” Her hand stops on her lower abdomen, and through my talking, I’ve slowly ramped up my speed. Her tits bounce, her eyes are having a harder time staying open, and her cunt clamps down on my cock.
“Lane, don’t stop. Please.” Her hand moves away from her body, going back to my bicep, where it fucking belongs. I slide a hand to her outer thigh, pulling it up higher, opening her farther.
“I swear, Birdie, this is everything. You’re everything.” Gone is my attention on making sure she isn’t hurting. In its place is the need to make Birdie mine, to fuck my baby into her body, and to make her realize she’ll always be mine.
“I’m close, oh god.” Fuck yeah, she is. I can feel her cunt ripple along my length, feel her clenching, and I can feel her pulling me right along with her.
“Fuck yeah, you are. Take me with you, Birdie.” I lift her leg up even more until it’s on my shoulder, my mouth finding the inside of her ankle and grazing it with my lips. I get the show of the century. Birdie’s head falls back, neck arching, body glistening with sweat, and she’s shaking. The orgasm takes hold of her, and she moans out my name as she comes undone. My body can’t hold back any longer. I piston my hips harder and faster, ready to, with any luck, fuck a baby inside of her.
“Birdie.” I rock my hips, head tipping back, balls drawing tight, and my cum jets deep inside of the only woman I’ve ever loved.
11
LANE
“Where are you going?” Birdie asks as I untangle myself from her body, the covers, and eventually the bed. I was hoping she’d sleep through me getting up. Fat lot of good that did.
“Gotta make a call and start my day. Sleep, yeah?” The lids of her eyes open for a minute before closing as I run the tips of my fingers along her forehead, moving her soft tendrils of hair away from her face. Birdie naked in my bed is what dreams are made of, and while I hate the marks on her body, it’s a testament to her surviving the bullshit she’s been through. I probably shouldn’t have taken her up on her advances, but there’s only so much a man can take. And one time wasn’t enough. After I had her flat on her back, not allowing her to move in the slightest, doing all the work even when she tried to lift her hips to meet my thrusts, the last time was with us facing one another, she on her side, leg hiked up over my hip. That time, keeping her still was impossible. When we were finished, I went into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and doused it with warm water while grabbing the aspirin I knew Birdie would need. I cleaned her, placed a kiss on her bare pussy, made sure she took her medicine, then took care of the washcloth before climbing back into bed beside her.
“Don’t take too long. Wanna snuggle.” Since the second I came through the door yesterday, Birdie hasn’t left my side except to eat or use the bathroom. I’m not complaining. I like the fact that she’s as addicted to my presence as I am hers.