Page 49 of How to Keep a Fae

Her impatience is infectious. I push her hands away from my buckle, undo it, and shuck my pants down… Awkwardly, for she has wrapped her hand around my cock and is stroking it while making the most adorable cooing sound of pure delight.

I’m naked. She is not… was not… but is now as she rips her pretty silk gown off and sends it whispering toward the floor on the other side of the room. Beneath, she is gloriously naked.

I groan and lean forward to cup her pretty tits, suck and nip on one side and then the other while she grinds her wet pussy all over my cock. By the time I come up for air, they are littered with little love bites, and my cock drips with her slick.

With a firm hand to my chest, she pushes me onto my back. Slim thighs stretched wide, she lines up my cock, and sinks onto me with a sigh.

Gods! Her hot, silken embrace wrapping around my length—pure bliss.

She rides me with a sensual grace. Hips gyrating with every rise and fall, her elegant neck arched, eyes hooded as she watches me.

I want this to last, to hold back the seed filling my balls. But I’m unraveling for her. My hands glide from her trim waist up to cup her tits, rolling her nipples how she likes, watching her jaw turn slack and a flush stains her cheeks.

So very pretty, so sweet, so fucking hot, riding me, taking her pleasure on her terms. Taking me how she wants.

“Are you close?”

“Yes,” she says. “So close.”

I slide my hand back down, my thumb pressing against her fat, slick clit.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

Her hot inner walls clamp down over my length. My balls rise, my breath catches, and hot cum floods her cunt. I circle an arm around her waist, grinding her down, feeling another flood of seed bath the entrance to her womb.

She falls against me, nipping against my sweaty chest as we lay entwined, my cock still pulsing deep inside her.

I purr. My hands become restless, wanting to touch her, feel her soft skin under my rough palm, her plump ass… I’m sated, blissed out, but I still roll, taking her under me, where I begin to thrust into her hot, clenching pussy.

“My August,” she breathes, her hand cupping my cheek as I stroke into her.

“Always yours. Only yours.”

We get lost in each other again and again during the night.

If I live forever, I will never have enough of her.

Chapter Sixteen

Adaline

“Adaline!”

I sigh heavily. I am not in the mood to face my mother or whatever damper her presence will put on my mood. August is back, and I’m flitting around my nesting chamber, refreshing everything with an enthusiasm that borders on frenzy. I stripped it down this morning, sending everything to the laundry, and now I’m putting my nest together again with clean materials from my personal store. Most of the layered blankets are in place, as are the throws and cushions, but there is still a selection of more cushions scattered all over the floor.

The nest is already full, but the pretty green and gold cushion in my hand, along with the violet one with pink flowers, simply must be squeezed in somewhere… maybe the yellow one adored with embroidered snowflakes… the pink and blue one with gold tassels is likewise calling to me.

“Adaline!”

I toss all four cushions on the nest and dash to open the curtain at my doorway.

Her stern gaze sweeps over the room, taking the explosion of colorful cushions and the heap of throws upon the nest. I’m not sure how I shall fit in there, never mind my warriors, but sometimes it’s fun when they get all growly and scatter the cushions in their enthusiasm to tend me.

Her eyes return to me. She has blue eyes. Mine are gray. Why do I only consider the implications of that now, that my eyes might well remind her of my father, that every time she looks at me, she also seeshim.

Unspoken words linger heavy between us.

Someone clears their throat.

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