Page 102 of My Best Years

I lose my mind with each thrust, mumbling a string of praises as my tip repeatedly rubs against that soft spot deep inside of her.

“The best thing I’ve ever felt,”I continue.

“So damn perfect.”

“Fuck, you were made for me.”

“Look at you, my girl. So tight and wet for me.”

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

“I love you, Birdie. God, I love you.”

“Cal!”she cries out, arching her back as I switch up the angle. I know for sure that I’m hitting her G-spot when her legs begin to tremble around my waist.

My lips latch onto her elongated neck, lathering her skin with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. She claws at my back, scratching her nails up and down my skin as I suck and nibble on her neck and collarbone. It’s frantic, messy, and passionate.

I’m marking her while she’s marking me, finally claiming what’s rightfully ours.

“Callum,” Birdie whimpers, sweet agony lacing her tone. “I’m about to… I can’t… Oh God…Please.”

Even though she’s struggling to form a complete sentence, I know exactly what she needs.

My hand slides between us to massage her clit, but I stop before my fingers reach her belly button.

I’d bet money that I’m the only man who can make Birdie orgasm without external stimulation. I want to feel her come from my cock and my cock alone.

So, I decide to test out my theory.

Birdie’s eyes roll back as I place my hands on either side of her head, holding my body weight above her, and fuck her like a savage. I don’t hold back, pumping into her without abandon.

I let out a possessive growl when she finally lets go.

“Cal!”she screams as her pussy sucks me in, pulsing around my length.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise. “Give it to me, Birdie. Suck me dry.”

Her mouth forms an O as she rides out her orgasm. Her brows pinch together in pleasure as one hand sinks into my hair and the other scratches up and down my back. She rolls her hips, trying her best to fuck me back as she squirms against the mattress.

When Birdie removes her hand from my hair and slides it between our bodies to pinch her swollen nipple, I fucking lose it.

“Birdie Wren,”I grit out, pressing my forehead to hers as my cock fills her up.

“Fuck…yesss,”I pant against her lips as she milks every last drop of cum from me.

My thrusts change from hurried to gentle as our breathing starts to slow. I lower myself to my elbows and take her face between my hands. Our sweaty bodies stick together as my hips slow to a stop. Instead of pulling out, I stay inside her as I push back a wet strand of hair from her forehead.

We just stare into each other's eyes as she intimately skims her fingers up and down the length of my spine. Aside from our breathing, the only sound in the room is the galloping of our hearts.

Birdie is my everything. My skin and bones.

She’s the reason for the breath in my lungs.

She is the foundation of my soul. My safe harbor.

My thumbs brush against her cheeks as I press a kiss to her lips.

“Birdie,” I breathe. “That was…”

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