Page 104 of Pieces of Us

‘Look at me, baby. Look at me while I pull your G-string to the side and stuff you with my cock.’ Her eyes fly open as my tip enters and splits her.

‘Jesus,’ I grunt as she whimpers over and over and over.

Her back arches off the bed. If you asked me what colour her bedspread or sheets are, I’d have no clue. My entire being is centred solely on Amity and the feel of her hot, wet pussy, squeezing my cock.

Without taking my eyes off hers, I dip my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth. They’re erect and look like little raspberries, which I want to devour. Biting down, I watch her squirm under me. Licking the sting away, I follow the same pattern with the other. Her hands dig into my back, pushing me to her chest. After I’ve sufficiently sucked them, my mouth finds hers again in a frenzy. Tilting her hips more, I wildly and savagely fuck into her.

My digit finds her sensitive bud again, causing her to tighten her legs around me. I love when she traps me to her. Needing increased access, I reach down and snap her G-string off, allowing me to rub her clit furiously.

‘More,’ she demands, her hips rocking up. ‘Fucking fuck me, Lincoln. Fuck my pussy and rub my clit,’ she cries out.

As I pummel in and out of her, I start grunting like an animal.

‘I’m so close, Linc. Baby, I’m so close. Rub me harder.’ She’s desperate and urgent, and the need in her eyes is filled with love and adoration and wonder, as if she’s exploring a new world for the first time. I can see the moment our past, present and future connects in her eyes.

‘Fucking take it, baby. Take everything. I can feel how close you are. Your tight cunt is holding me inside you.’

She whimpers as she gears up to detonate. Throwing her head back, I know it’s coming any moment. I feel my skin slapping against hers, my balls tightening each time they hit her ass.

‘I’m so close. I’m so close. I’m so close,’ she chants.

‘Come on my cock, baby, before I come all over your face.’ And just like that, her body spasms as a wave of pleasure crashes over her. She cries out to an almost scream, wriggling around me, as if it’s too much pleasure. I barely pull my cock out of her pussy before I start spraying her body. Spurts land on her chest as I try with all my might to angle it to her parted mouth and face. ‘Fuck,’ I roar, as ropes of my cum spray into her mouth, on her cheek and across her right eye. She laps it up like it’s her favourite meal. My messy girl is filthy, and it’s an incredible sight to see. As if the wind has been knocked from my sails, I shakily stare down at her as she starts swallowing the cum that she’s scooped up from her cheeks and eye. The last that enters her mouth is the remnants she retrieves from her breasts. As she moans around her fingers, slurping and sucking, I feel my cock rise again.

‘So good, baby. So, so good,’ she coos as she opens her mouth to show me she’s finished it all. Jesus, just seeing her open wide to show me the lingering cum is a turn on. I flop to my back, swiftly pulling her on top of me so I can lick inside her mouth. I take her head in my hands and force her to give me a sloppy, wet kiss. The tingly aftermath of both of our orgasms linger as we drift back down to earth. The open kiss peters out to soft pecks.

When we’re both too exhausted to continue, her cheek rests in the crook of my neck, both our hearts in sync with each other. When she tries to move, I cage her in. ‘Let me hold you, Hart. I don’t want to let you go.’ Yet. Ever. Those two words are on the tip of my tongue, but I reserve them for later, when we’re both not sex-drunk.

I breathe in the smell of our sex, sweat and detect a hint of lavender and jasmine, which I know is from having a recent bath. Lately, she’s told me it calms her in the midst of chaos. The feel of her breath on my neck and intermittent kisses on my neck are comforting. I stroke the softness of her skin, my fingers tracing leisurely circles up and down her spine.

‘Thank you,’ she says, so softly that I almost miss it.

‘For what, Hart?’

‘For coming back to me.’ Her voice is laced with such emotion, I can feel the cracks in her heart starting to repair at her admission.

‘Always, baby.’ I turn to kiss her head.

‘And thank you for coming when I needed you. I don’t know how you knew…but you did.’

‘I came because I needed you,’ I concede. ‘You’re a part of me.’ Her breath hitches. ‘You’ll always be the best part of me.’

I am lucky enough that she is even giving me a second chance, and I’ll be damned if I leave anything unsaid on my feelings for her on my end.

‘How long are you here for?’

‘Three days. I wish it was longer.’ I have such regrets that this trip is so short, but I need to get back home to the pile of work awaiting me.

She pauses. ‘Three days to show you my world.’

We don’t leave her bed for the rest of the night. We even watch the sun set with my cock still and safe inside her. The comfort of just being in her warm heat is settling for both of us, but of course, it leads to her riding me. I make a mental note to ask her about birth control tomorrow. We haven’t used a condom once, and there’s definitely enough come inside her to make a baby, if she isn’t on anything.

The next few days are bliss. I meet all of her team, taking an instant liking to her agent, Joan, who seems like a slightly wacky second mum to Amity. She looks like a gypsy and marches to the beat of her own drum. This was evident when we found her sitting outside Amity’s door, apparently ‘waiting for us to finish’. When Hart opened the door, she almost fell over the woman, who then proceeded to give me ‘ten out of ten’ for making ‘her girl come’.

From that point on, I’ve just agreed with everything she said, because quite frankly, I am a little terrified of her. She seems to be a big-wig in Los Angeles, which was evident wherever we went and in the respect people showed her.

I saw how extraordinary Amity is and her ridiculously meticulous work ethic. We went to an Ami-tea tea tasting, which was shortly followed by a photoshoot with her for the marketing campaign. Then we went and shot one of her interviews, which required her to get her make-up and hair done in the moving car. The Bras and Stars interview took place at Fox Studios and was with the cast of the new Marvel movie. It’s safe to say I’ve never been so starstruck in my life. My mouth hung open the entire time as she effortlessly got through the interview without a nerve in sight. They even asked her if she wanted to be an extra, to which she declined, due to the fact she didn’t have a spare second in her day.

Later that evening, we had a paid party to attend, where Jagger met us. My ego took a slight bruising when a pap asked me to get out of the shot so they could just take a photo of them. I knew they wanted to instigate or add fuel to the fire that they were a couple. As I shrank away, I thought about how to approach this situation later. Fortunately, I only took a step before Amity reached for my arm and told the photographers that I’d be staying in the shots. They asked all sorts of invasive questions, which all three of us ignored.

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