Page 10 of The Sweetest Chirp

And if I can’t process tattoos I know, there is no way I can even process the fact that he called medushen’ka.

Dushen’ka.

My soul.

Seriously?

I’m too lost in my lust to even speak sentences. I just want him. I want him deep inside me. I want him ruining me forevery other man on this planet, and it’d be fine because he’ll be the only man I’ll ever want for the rest of my existence.

“Please,” I whimper, and his eyes dance for me, such heat and hunger in his gaze. He’s looking at me in a way I’ve craved, and I can’t get enough. He lifts his hips, and I rise up on my knees. He pushes his shorts down, and his cock springs up between us. I don’t know how I’ve gone so long not catching him naked, but I’m glad I didn’t. If I had, I would have made a fool of myself. I would have dropped to my knees and begged him to fuck my mouth. His cock is perfect. Thick, long, veiny, with a huge mushroom head that I know is going to stab me in the lungs.

I’m here for it.

I whine a bit as he squeezes it hard, and when I meet his gaze, he grins. “See something you like?”

“Fuck me, Thatcher.”

Wow. I form a sentence, and that’s it?

I’m a winner.

But then, with how hotly his gaze burns into me, maybe I am. He wraps an arm around me, lifting me with ease before impaling me with his thick cock. He doesn’t go slow, he doesn’t inch his way in, he fills me to the hilt in one go, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I scream his name. I’m not the only one affected either. Thatcher’s deep moan vibrates through me as his hands squeeze my hips and ass.

“Fucking tight cunt. Fuck yes,dushen’ka.Ride me, ruin me… Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve waited this long for this.”

I can’t even tell you what day or time it is, but somehow I move up and down his thick cock. He hits me deep inside, the bulbous mushroom head rubbing my G-spot in the most perfect way. My tits bounce with each thrust of his cock, my moans loud and dirty, and his match mine. I’m going to have bruises everywhere, but I don’t give two shits. He rakes his teeth alongmy nipple, biting softly before doing the same to the other one. I cry out, riding him hard as I chase my release. It only takes him pressing his thumb to my clit to send me through the roof. I come loudly, squeezing his thick cock as I scream his name and shake violently in his arms.

One arm constricts around me as his other hand comes up to squeeze my jaw. “Look at me,dushen’ka.Now,” he demands, and I do as he asks. My eyes are blurry with unshed tears as everything trembles. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want to lick every one of these freckles.”

“Please, Thatch. Please.”

“I got all night, don’t I?”

Or forever. However, I can’t say that. Even if I want to. If this is a one-night thing, I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever as long as I get him. As long as I have the memory of his mouth, fingers, and cock deep inside me. “Yes. As long as you want.”

“Oh, you’re offering more?” he asks against my lips, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. “You want more?”

“All,” I admit, my voice hoarse, unrecognizable.

“That’s fucking right,” he mutters before he slams up hard into me. “I’m going to fill you up with my come, brand you. You’re mine now, you know that.”

“Yes,” I cry, squeezing my arms around his neck as he pounds up into me. I worry for all of two seconds about his knee, but then he’s playing with my clit again and I’m a goner. I come just as he thrusts so deeply inside me, it takes my breath away. I feel him fill me, his hot come making me want to come all over again. He roars my name before he buries his face in my neck. I close my eyes, leaning my head against his as we both gasp for breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but all I can feel is his heart slamming against mine.

He kisses up my neck, along my jaw, before capturing my mouth once more with his. I lean into the kiss, wrapping myarms around his neck as he twitches inside me. When we part because neither of us can breathe, I press my forehead against his. Our eyes meet, and neither of us says a thing. We only stare, the realization of what we just did dawning on us. I swallow hard, worried he’s about to ruin it. But then he grins. Unable to keep my own in, I grin back, my stomach flipping at the pure beauty of his face.

“So, that just happened,” I tease, and his eyes darken.

“It did,” he says, tucking the pieces of my hair that have fallen behind my ear. “And it’s going to keep happening.”

My lips curve up higher. “Don’t you think we should discuss this?”

He shakes his head, gripping my butt in his hand. “Tomorrow,” he tells me. “Tonight, I will get to know your body just as well as I know your mind.”

Breathless, I trace his bottom lip. “Really?”

“Really,” he promises.

And he kept one promise.

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