Page 128 of My Best Years

“I need you,” she pants, “inside of me. I need you to fuck me.”

I arch a brow and look up at her from between her legs, flashing her a devilish grin.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” I ask, my voice low. “Should I be gentle and fill you with my fingers to get you ready? Or should I go ahead and stretch your tight little pussy with my cock until you’re screaming my name?”

I watch as her core clenches at my filthy words.

“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she shakes her head. “Not tonight.”

Thank fuck.Because I don’t think I have it in me to be soft tonight. I’m fucking ravenous for her.

“That’s my girl,” I groan against her pussy before placing one last kiss to her clit.

I rise to my knees before climbing off the end of the bed. With my arms still curled around her thighs, I pull her body tothe edge of the mattress. Birdie’s gaze lowers to my cock, twitching against my lower belly, dying to get inside her.

“Turn over, baby,” I instruct, running my hands up and down her butter-soft thighs. “On your belly.”

She doesn't question me or hesitate. She rolls right over before glancing at me over her shoulder. It’s so fucking hot how hungry she is for my cock.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, staring at her exposed center. She’s wide open for me, giving me a perfect view of the juices leaking from her entrance. I need to get inside of her before I blow right here and now.

She buries her head into the mattress when I give her ass a firm slap. A mixture of a whimper and a moan slips past her throat when I cup her core in my hand and rub her slick flesh.

“Fuck!”she curses when I lift my hand and spank her pussy, giving it a light tap.

“Callum,” she cries out. “Please. I’m begging you.”

“I know, baby,” I groan. “I’m about to make this pussy weep for me. Then, I’m going to take care of it. I’m going to kiss it and lick it until it’s begging for me to fill it again. And when you can’t take anymore, I’m going to wash it clean and let it get some rest. Because I plan to do this all over again when you wake up in the morning.”

“Oh my God,” she pants, “Cal–”

Her breath halts when I grab her hips and pull her ass up to my groin. My jaw flexes as I position my tip at her opening and slam inside her.

“Fuckkkkk.” I throw my head back as her tight heat envelopes me. “Holy fucking shit, Birdie.”

I know that Birdie’s already close. I can feel it in the way her inner walls quiver around my cock. And I’m not far behind her.

She was right; trying to sit through a movie when all youwant to do is fuck is the best kind of foreplay. I’ve been hard for over an hour, and my balls are ready to combust.

Goosebumps trail down Birdie’s spine as I start to fuck her. Her back arches when I pull all the way out to the tip and ram back inside. My large hands span across her waist as I rut into her, grunting with each thrust. I lose track of time as all the blood in my body rushes to my dick. I’m about to fucking lose it.

My left hand reaches beneath Birdie’s front until I find her neck. I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat and pull her body up until she’s on her knees with her back flush against my chest. She calls out my name into the night air when I lower my free hand to her clit and rub circles against the swollen bud.

“Come for me, Birdie Wren,” I demand against her ear. “Let go, baby. Milk every last drop from me. Take what’s yours–”

“Callum!”Birdie screams, succumbing to her building orgasm. She throws her head back against my shoulder as her body shudders and shakes.

I dig my fingers into her neck as my dick erupts, shooting endless streams of hot cum deep inside her core. My teeth find the hollow of her neck, biting down as I give her everything I have.

“I love you,” I mutter as we ride out the remainder of our release.

“I love you,” I breathe as I slip from her body and roll her onto her back.

“I love you, Birdie Wren,” I repeat as I kiss and cherish every inch of her skin with my lips and tongue.

“I love you, my girl,” I confess as we stand under the warm spray of the shower, caressing and washing each other.

I’ll never stop telling her how much I love her. After eleven years of thinking I had lost her for good, I will never take forgranted getting to say those three words to her whenever I want.

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