Page 42 of Sparrow

“I need to get a condom,” he groans. So respectful.

“I’m on the pill. It’s okay. I trust you, and I’m clean. I know I am. It’s okay.” I had myself checked often due to Jaxon’s extracurricular activities.

Without another thought, he slams his hips forward, impaling me in a single thrust.

“Fuck!” I scream out in absolute pleasure.

“Christ, you’re so wet. So perfect. I’ve missed this pussy, Mills. It’s mine,” he growls between thrusts in my ear.

“Yes. Yes. Yours,” I sigh.

He moves with such intensity, he could split me in two if he really tried. The wet sound of skin slapping skin mixes with our moans and groans, creating an erotic cacophony.

I feel it again, the deep vibration building in my center, threatening to burst forward.

“Are you going to come for me again, Mills? I feel your pussy fluttering around my cock. It feels so good.”

I nod, gliding my nails across his back. “I’m so close,” I cry.

He moves, kneeling back on his heels. “I want to see your face when you do. Keep those beautiful eyes on me.” He holds onto my knees and begins to fuck me with a fury, so much harder than before. I love every second.

My breasts are bouncing and shaking with every thrust he makes. I reach up to cup them, squeezing and teasing my nipples.

“Fuck, keep doing that. I’ll come just from watching you.”

“Come with me, Gray. I want to see you too. I want to feel you,” I beg.

“Fuck yesssss,” he roars.

It doesn’t take long after that. The instant my orgasm peaks and I begin to come, he thrusts sharply, holding himself deep, emptying into me.

I can feel each pulse of his cock. I can feel each flutter of my inner muscles as they milk him, like they’re craving him just as much as I am.

Our bodies slowly settle and he smiles down at me.

“What?” I ask.

“The sounds you make when you come are even better than I thought.”

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