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Chapter 19

Rurik

I was supposed to go shower about an hour ago. But then she had to be a little smartass, looking like a beautiful goddamn siren while lying down on her side, all naked and shit with her hair wild and crazy.

So, really, this is all her fault.

“Mmm. Keep going like that,” Briar groans as she presses our foreheads together. She wraps her arms around my shoulders while my fingers on her hips dig her skin. “Don’t stop, Rurik. I’m so close.”

I‘m sitting up with my back against the headboard, and she’s sitting on my cock while I continue to move my hips and fuck her in nice long strokes.

Fuck, I love the way she sucks on my neck. She has this weird obsession with my Adam’s apple, but I’m not complaining now. Every time she kisses and licks it, my dick just thickens and pulses inside her.

“I knew you would feel amazing,” Briar sighs, kissing my jaw.

The soft gasps she makes whenever I drive deeper are like music to my ears. I cup her cheek and kiss her, fucking her mouth with my tongue as my groan spills out roughly.

“Shit, Briar…I’m going to come,” I warn her, placing a hand between us to play with her clit.

She continues to ride my dick, chasing the pleasure that’s just right around the corner. I apply a little bit more pressure on her clit, and I’m rewarded with a beautiful, “Mmmm, fuuuck!”

Her pussy clenches tightly around my dick as she comes, and just like I warned her, I came immediately after.

After we both came down from our release, none of us made a move to entangle from one another. She pulls away slightly to look at me, a peaceful look on her face with her lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and eyes bright and clear. She grins and bends down to kiss the tip of my nose when I stare back at her like an idiot.

Something weird clenches on my chest, but it is not painful enough to cause me to worry about my health. I clear my throat, letting go of her waist.

“Oof,” Briar winces as cum drips off her when she sits up. She quickly leaves the room, and I hear the shower running seconds later, “Be right back!” She calls out.

I sigh, scooting forward to lie down on my back to stare at her ceiling as I listen for Briar.

Fuck, what am I still doing here? I should just get up, put my clothes on, and leave. We fucked twice already, I can just leave. What else is there for me to do here?

The bed dips, making my head turn to see a still-naked Briar grinning sheepishly at me as she crawls to lay beside me.

“Hi,” She giggles.

Fuck.

My fucking dick twitches again as if he’s trying to stand up to snuggle back inside her lovely, warm pussy.

Chill, asshole.

I clear my throat, “Hi.”

“You’re not running away,” Briar grins, “I’m impressed. I kind of expected you to sneak off while I washed off.”

“I almost did,” I glare at her. “Now I kind of wish I did.”

She pouts, “No.” She shifts closer and leans her head against my shoulder. I breathe in her scent and sigh, my arm having a mind of its own as it wraps around her. “Please stay.”

I suppress the lump in my throat as that peculiar tightening sensation grips my chest once more. What the fuck was that?

Not wanting to think about it some more, I place a finger under her chin to lift her lips to mine. Our kisses are lazy, slow, and… Fuck, yes, they’re sweet. I can’t believe just hours ago, we were arguing.

Okay, I was doing most of the arguing.

Yelling.

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