Page 78 of The Sweetest Chirp

My lips curve up. “At least four more.”

Her eyes almost bug out of her head. “What the hell? Trying to have a whole line of hockey players?”

“Of course,” I tell her with a knowing grin. “Really, I just want to fill you with my come and watch my babies grow in this belly over and over.” A tear leaks down her cheek at that, and I sit up once again to take in her beautiful body. “How does that sound,dushen’ka?”

Her breath catches, but when she nods eagerly, my heart soars. “Like the perfect life.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” I ask as I take her lace thong in my hand and drag it down her hips. My eyes fall on her glistening center,and my cock twitches in my boxers. She has a few stretch marks on her thighs and along the top of her pussy that have my mouth watering. Needing to taste her, I fall between her thighs like a sniper ready to take my shot before curving my arms up under her ass. I lift her pussy to my mouth and lick her from entrance to clit in one go. She moans loudly, arching up into my mouth, so I do it again. And again and again until she’s squirming against my mouth. I latch on to her clit, sucking it hard as she bucks against my lips, screaming my name. The sound is better than a goal horn, and I find myself shaking all over. She tastes like heaven, and I feel like I’m in the presence of the Good Lord above when she shatters beneath me.

Audrina cries out loudly, her body trembling as I coax more pleasure out of her, lapping at her release. So fucking sweet. I kiss her mound, then both her thighs, before I lean up to kiss her belly. I love her body, and while my cock wants to be inside her, I want to reacquaint myself with every single inch of her.

That is, until she moans, “Moy, I need you inside me.”

Who am I to deny her? I kiss up her belly, her ribs, before trailing my tongue along the curve of each of her breasts. I rub my nose along her flesh, her breathing out of control as I enjoy the scent of the woman I love. I curl my tongue around the hard peak of her nipple, and she arches her hips, her sweet, wet pussy rubbing against my boxers. She sits up, taking me by the back of the neck to pull me in for a hard, lusty kiss. She strokes her hands down my body, and gooseflesh breaks out everywhere she touches. She pushes down my boxers, and I help by kicking them off. My cock springs between us, and the way her lips turn up has me grasping for control. She bites her bottom lip before stroking her thumb over the precome that has leaked out of my cock. She brings her thumb to her lips, a naughty look on her face as she sucks her finger into her mouth. She lets out a little sound of pleasure, and my balls draw up.

“Fuck,dushen’ka.”

She sends me a sneaky grin before she grasps my cock and positions it at her entrance. The fact that she doesn’t ask me if I’m safe lets me know she trusts me completely. The head of my cock breaches her entrance, and everything fades away. The only thing I see is her hazel eyes as she looks up at me, a flush in her cheeks, down her neck, and along her chest. She looks at me like I’m the only one she has ever wanted, and I feel the same about her.

I push into her, and our collective moans are a symphony to my ears.

I’m home.

She is my home.

I fall to my elbows, pressing my forehead to hers as she clings to me, her eyes boring into mine. I kiss her nose before I pull out only a bit and thrust back in to the hilt. I go slow, each thrust measured and deep so I can feel every single inch of her tight, warm center. She drags her nails down my back as I stretch her open over and over. With each thrust, I’m rewarded with the sweetest little moan, and I’m holding on by a thread.

“God, you feel so good,” I murmur against her lips.

She kisses me before dragging her tongue along my lips. “Harder,” she whispers, and I swear my balls pull up. “Moy, I need it harder.”

I need the same. I push up on my hand, holding her behind her knee with my other and curving her leg around my waist. The angle has me going deeper, and she cries out so loudly, my ears ring.

I fucking love it.

Her pussy tries to suck my cock back in when I pull out, and I want to give her everything she wants, but I find myself asking, “Do I need to pull out before I come?”

She bites her lip as her eyes search mine. “I’m not on birth control.”

Why does that make my balls tingle? I thrust into her, hard enough to make her breasts bounce. I hold her gaze as I pull out and thrust back in, harder than before. “Tell me something,dushen’ka. Am I filling you up, or am I marking this gorgeous body?”

She moans, her pussy squeezing me in a mind-blowing grip. “Moy, I’m about to come. Don’t stop.”

I smirk at that, and as I pound hard into her, I move my hand to her pussy to play with her clit. When she detonates, her whole body goes taut as she moans low from her soul. Her pussy sucks me deeper, and I swear I go cross-eyed. I continue to pound into her as she thrashes beneath me, and I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy. I almost ask her again what she wants, but my balls pull up and I don’t want to do anything but fill her to the brim.

I roar as I come, thrusting deep inside her as she cries my name. I squeeze her thigh and hip as I jerk inside her, unloading every ounce of come. I feel some escape down my cock, and I look down at the sight in awe. Her perfect pussy stretches over my cock as it leaks our releases, and that has me wanting to take her all over again. I look up to find her looking right where I was, her lips parted, her breathing rapid. Knowing I have her attention where I want it, I pull out, and come starts to leak. I gather it with my thumb and push it all back inside her.

When I look up again, her lust-filled eyes have me gasping for my next breath. “You’re mine forever,dushen’ka.”

“I know,” she whispers as she reaches for me, pressing our foreheads together. Her voice is as shaky as her hand against my neck. “Just as you’re mine.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I’m beyond sore after round three, but I refuse to stop touching him.

It’s well past two a.m., but we lie awake in the afterglow of finally having what we both have wanted. I don’t want this night to end. I lie across Thatcher’s chest, our legstangled, as he runs his fingers through my hair and down my back. My cheek is pressed right over his heart, the steady thumping hypnotic as I trace the butterfly tattoo on his chest. After a hot and steamy shower where he took me against the tile, I should be ready for bed.

But I can’t sleep.

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