“More than I need to take my next breath,” he answered darkly. “More than I need to do anything else on this planet, baby.”

“Heron?”

“Yeah?”

“When we get back to your place, I’m going to worship you, too,” I informed him, my breaths turning into choppy pants of desperation.

Heron removed his fingers, and it wasn’t seconds later that I felt the blunt head of his cock running up and down my pussy lips. Every time that he hit my clit, I wanted to scream for more. I was ready, and the foreplay really wasn’t necessary right now. I was dripping down my legs, for Christ’s sakes.

“Tell me you want me,” he ordered. “Tell me you want my cock, Eliza.”

“I want you,” I quickly complied. “I want all of you, Heron.”

His chest covered my entire back as I felt his breath next to my ear. “Are you ready to get fucked, baby?”

“Yes,” I choked out, ready to lose my mind.

“When I carry you out of this room, everyone’s going to know why.”

Before I could say anything to that, Heron was ramming his entire length inside me, and I was biting down on my arm to keep from screaming the building down. He had to be the size of a baseball bat with how full I felt, regardless of how wet I was.

“Eliza, are you okay?” he asked, silently asking me if he could move.

I nodded. “Heron, please…”

Twenty minutes later, Heron was carrying me out of the laundry room, my body a spent mess, and I didn’t even care if everyone knew that I’d just been fucked to within an inch of my life.

In fact, I wanted him to do it again.

Chapter 9

Ah, Love.

Heron~

My face was exactly where I needed it to be, and I could honestly say that her insisting on a shower before we’d fallen asleep hadn’t factored into waking Eliza up with my tongue on her pussy. While I had never tasted my own cum before, the woman in my bed made me crave her enough not to care about the details. Even after taking her four times last night, I’d woken up craving her like I needed her to survive.

“Heron…” she moaned as my teeth nipped at her clit.

“Good morning, baby,” I said against her cunt.

“Oh, God…that feels good…” she whispered, still half asleep.

“You like it when I eat your pretty pussy?” I knew that she did, but I also liked to be vocal in the bedroom. I wasn’t a fan of acting polite while naked.

“Yes,” she answered, shame no longer a thing that existed between us.

“I’m going to eat your sweet cunt for breakfast every morning, Eliza,” I said, letting her know that she was going to have to move in with me sooner rather than later. “I’m also going to eat it every night before I fall asleep.”

“Okay,” she whimpered as her hands tangled in my hair.

Sliding two fingers inside her swollen and sore cunt, Eliza opened her legs wider, trying to ease the ache. After leaving the laundry room yesterday, we’d had a quick talk about protection, and satisfied that we didn’t need it, I had unloaded inside Eliza all night long. Nevertheless, just because her cunt was pumped full of my cum, she was sore enough that I couldn’t skip the foreplay, even if I didn’t want to live down here.

When Eliza let out another whimper, I asked, “Are you too sore for my cock, baby?”

“No,” she lied. “Never…”

“Then all you have to do is cum on my face, then I’ll give you my cock,” I instructed, a third finger sliding inside her ass. “Give me what I want, then I’ll give you what you want.”