Page 103 of City of Wind and Lies

A flurry of chills rushes up my spine as he dives forward, broad tongue lapping along the seam of my wet cunt. "Goddamn delicious." A heartbeat later, he reaches past me, plucking an ice cube from my glass, water dripping down his forearm as he inspects it. "Do you trust me?" he muses.

"With every fiber of my being."

And I mean it. Bowie's embedded himself in the deepest parts of me. Our weakness for each other fuses together to create a bond so strong that the devil himself couldn't sever it.

My skin pebbles as he presses the cube to my collarbone, and I shudder a gasp as he drags it down the valley between my breasts. The cool wetness brushes over my nipples, hardening them in an instant as his hand moves lower.

I suck in a ragged breath, releasing it with a hiss as he trails the cube across my mound and circles it against my clit.

"Bowie," I whimper, palms smacking against the lacquered table top.

His face splits in a devilish grin as he massages the ice against my hot center.

"Fuck!" I cry out as he shoves the cube inside.

Electric sparks course through my veins, legs spasming at the foreign sensation. It's so cold and uncomfortable, but at the same time, its fucking rapturous. He plunges two thick digits in after it and I throw my head back with a wanton moan as it hits my g-spot.

Sweat beads at my forehead, body shaking with moans of pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out until the ice has melted.

"Fuck me," I pant in desperation when he pulls his hand back.

Wasting no time, he shoves his sweatpants down and thrusts his hard cock inside me. My hands loop around his neck, heels digging into his butt as he hammers me into the table. I feel my orgasm growing, the pressure in my core building with each punishing stroke.

"I-I'm gonna come."

"Do it. Come on my dick, Wren," He grits out.

My stomach bottoms out, climax crashing into me like a violent wave and pulling me under, drowning me in bliss.

I go boneless in his grip as he surges between my thighs, chasing his own release. With one last snap of his hips, I feel his cum filling me up.

Bowie's hands caress my belly as he pulls out, and I relax back on my elbows. After our thundering pulses slow, he helps me to my feet and hands me my shirt. Pulling up his sweats, he holds out his hand. "C'mon, we'll clean up in the morning."

"No way!” I bark a laugh, threading my fingers with his. "We're getting a new table."

EPILOGUE

SEVEN MONTHS LATER

"Trick or treat!" Wren chirps, bouncing Zaiden on her hip.

"Oh my goodness!" Isa coo's. "Aren't you the cutest wolf in the world?"

Zaiden squeals with innocent delight and reaches his chubby little hands toward Isa, wanting her to hold him. Taking him in her arms, she sways him back and forth as Rocco comes to stand by her side.

"Well, if this isn't a sight," Rocco goads, snapping one of my suspenders. "Plaid looks good on you, cousin."

"Be glad the ax isn't real," I grumble.

"Bowie," Wren admonishes, slapping the back of her palm into my chest.

I snatch her hand, bringing it to my lips and kissing her fingers. Her luscious lips curve up into a smile that squeezes my heart. Yeah, she's got me pussy-whipped. Why else would I be dressed as a goddamn lumberjack? We only went to a small trunk-or-treat at the library, but Wren insisted on going all out on family costumes to make our son’s first Halloween special. But I mean, the kid's six months old; he doesn't give a shit if he goes out in a matching costume or none at all. As long as he gets a tit at the end of the night he's happy.

Like father, like son.

"You off to your parents’?" Rocco asks.

"After we finish here we will be. Wren wants to stop by-"

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