Page 77 of The Sweetest Chirp

Just then, he cages me in his arms, pulling me tight into his body. His lips come to my ear, and he nuzzles his nose against my hair before he says, “Three years too long. But I caught you, didn’t I?” I’m unable to speak, so I nod. “That’s right, I did.” I cry out when he takes hold of the sides of the slit and tears the dress to my waist. My cry of shock turns into a needy moan when he cups my burning-hot center in his big hand.

He groans in my ear, pressing the heel of his hand into my clit before he murmurs, “Because I will always find you, Audrina.” I let out a porn-worthy moan, but nothing compares to the noise I make when he pulls aside the lace that covers my pussy to slide his finger into my slickness. We both groan at how easily his fingers enter me with one go. “So fucking wet because you are all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please,moy. Please.”

He sinks his teeth into my neck as he groans loudly. “You naughty girl, trying to make me blow with that one word.” He licks the spot he bit. “I am yours, aren’t I? Only yours.”

“Moy!” I cry out in agreement as he starts to stroke my clit with his other hand as he slowly fucks me with his fingers.

“Hold the banister,dushen’ka.” I do as he asks, arching my ass into his groin as he peppers my neck with kisses and continues to fuck my pussy with his thick fingers. “You’re going to come quick for me, aren’t you?” he groans against my neck. “You know what it does to me that no man has touched you in over three years. That I’m the last man to ever know how sweet this pussy is. That this pussy is all fucking mine.” He adds pressure to my clit, and my body burns with desire.

“Please!” I scream just as he squeezes my clit between his fingers, releasing a dirty chuckle against my neck.

“Moyis right,” he murmurs as he works me like I’m the hockey stick he’s about to score with. “You’re all fucking mine.”

His possessiveness drives me over the edge, and I come so fucking hard I see stars behind my lids. I lean into him as he draws out my pleasure, stroking my entrance as he kisses up my jaw. I’m gasping for breath just as he is, while my body is vibrating with the need for more. I can feel his thick cock against my ass, throbbing, and I know it’s probably leaking just for me. I turn my head, and our mouths meet instantly, in a bruising kiss that I hope to feel forever. His tongue plays with mine, his fingers entering me again until I rise up on my toes, whimpering against his lips.

He pulls away only a breath to meet my gaze, pupils blown and lids heavy. My mouth quirks and I ask, “Still thinking of only kissing me goodnight?”

“Not a fucking chance.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Iknew from the first moment I tasted her mouth that no one could ever compare to her. Or how she makes me feel.

I wasn’t wrong.

No woman has ever made me ready to bust my load immediately the way she does. The way her hips swayed, the way her ass bounced as she climbed the stairs, and that little smirk over her shoulder? Yeah, gone was all my second-guessing, my long-game plan, and all I wanted was to make her come undone. I need her cries, her moans, her grins; I need fucking all of it. I need her. She has me wound so tight, I find myself thinking of my dead grandmother to keep from coming in my slacks as I guide her into my room. My hands are still between her legs, her juices running along my palm, and I’m dying for a taste.

So, I do just that. I bring my fingers to my mouth as she turns in my arms to watch. She parts her lips as her lids hood, and a flush fills her face. She’s just so fucking stunning, and she tastes like the best damn thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.

She licks her lips as I groan around my fingers. I snake my other arm around her waist, pulling her flush to me. “I’ve missed you.”

Her eyes shine with love as she cups my jaw. She runs her thumb along my beard, causing chills to rush down my spine. In the smallest, most precious voice, she tells me, “I’m here.”

Heat pools in my balls. “Just where I need you.”

I reach up behind her, unzipping her dress as our eyes spark into an inferno. She tugs at my tie then pushes off my jacket as I pull her dress down, and it gathers at her hips. She unbuttons my shirt, her fingers warm and soft against my chest as I nudge the dress down her hips. When she steps out of it, she shoves my shirt off my shoulders, and then her fingers go to the belt of my slacks. I toe out of my shoes while she makes quick work of the button at my waist before the weight of my belt has my slacks falling to the middle of my ass. With a grin, she drags them down the rest of the way and teases, “You have such a thick ass. I want to bite it.”

My chuckle is unsteady as I grip her own juicy ass. “This ass has been begging for my teeth.”

We grin at each other, both knowing that biting each other’s asses is a little weird, but I sure as hell don’t care. I pull her against my body, and even though she has on the black lace bra and matching panties I got her, while I’m in only a pair of thin gray boxer briefs, I can feel the heat from her center scorching my cock. I slide my hands from her ass to the backs of her thighs before I lift her up. She gasps in surprise, but she wraps her legs around my waist, the heels of her shoes biting into my ass as I carry her to my bed. She runs her fingers through my hair, trailing kisses down my jaw, my chin, and along my bottom lip before she slants her mouth fully over mine.

I groan when I lay her down, my throbbing cock so hard it’s painful as I cover her in my weight. She welcomes it, squeezing my hips with her thighs as I arch to press my cock to her soaked pussy. She rewards me with a little mewl that has my cock twitching against her, but I don’t want to rush this. I’ve wanted this for years; I will savor her.

I push up onto my haunches, and when I look down at her, I swear the sight hits me harder than a puck to the chest without a protective chest pad. Her hair is spread over my pillow, her eyes half lidded as she positions her arms over her head. My mouth goes dry at the pure lust in her eyes, and then I’m moving. I put a hand to the back of her neck, lifting her and unfastening her bra with one hand before I pull it off. She gasps as she falls back into the pillows, her breasts bouncing and enticing me to take a taste. They’re so much bigger, her nipples hard and a lovely pink. As before, her chest is covered in freckles, but I refrain from tracing them with my tongue.

I trail my gaze down her body until I see the pooch of her belly. Unlike before when it was flat with the outline of abs, her belly is now soft, pillowy, with deep purple marks along herskin. My breath catches at the view, and I reach out, tracing my fingers over the marks. She inhales sharply, tensing, and when she brings her hands down to cover herself, I push them away.

“No,” I demand, meeting her gaze. “You don’t hide the spot where you carried my baby.”

“It’s unsightly.”

I gawk at her. “No, it’s fucking perfect,” I breathe before I lean down to kiss her belly, wishing I’d had the chance to do it when she was carrying Arwen. I glide my nose along her soft flesh as tears burn in my eyes. My lips trail along her skin. “I thought your freckles were my favorite, but nothing compares to these marks.”

She lets out an unsteady breath, and I tip my head up to look at her. Her eyes are blurry with tears as she blinks, trying to hold them back. She reaches out, cupping my jaw and holding my gaze in a heated embrace. I swallow past the emotion in my throat as I lean into her hand. I can see the guilt in her eyes, but I won’t let her apologize again. Before she can say anything, I pull my face out of her hand, and I kiss her belly again. Against her stretched flesh, I whisper, “I want to put more babies in here.”

She gasps quietly before she whispers, “You do?”

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