Page 47 of Sparrow

She pushes up her knees and reaches between her legs. “Pull my panties to the side,” she begs, and I’m all too happy to oblige.

I slip my hand between those creamy thighs, taking the chance to slide the pads of my fingers through her folds. She’s soaked.

“Fuck, Gray,” she whimpers, “please.”

I hook my fingers under her lace and tug it aside, exposing her flesh to the air. She takes my cockhead and teases herself with it until we are both nearly insane.

“Put me in. Don’t make us wait, darlin’. I’ve missed you too much,” I groan into her ear before nipping at her lobe.

She sighs softly in response before guiding me home.

She sinks down onto me and I fill her with ease. Her walls tighten and grip me like a vice, fluttering at the mere sensation of feeling me in her body.

“Gray, I could come just from having you inside of me.” She places one hand on the seat by my shoulder, the other on my chest, and begins to grind her hips.

“Then come, darlin’. I want to see you go wild just from feeling my cock.” I lean forward and bite at her pebbled nipples through the thin cotton of her dress.

“Ah!” She tosses her head back. “Do that again and I will.”

So I do. And I’m rewarded with witnessing the most beautiful orgasm my eyes have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

She squeezes her eyes closed and her cheeks flush bright red. It’s as if she loses control of her body and the sensations just take over, making her shiver from head to toe and the walls of her pussy contract and throb.

I hold on as long as I can, but when she finally starts to settle and blinks her eyes open, giving me a soft, coy little smile, I just want to fuck it right off her face.

“Hold tight, Mills. It’s my turn.”

I grip just underneath her ass and lift her up slightly; giving myself the room I need to rut my hips upward, pumping into her like a savage.

She screams. Not in pain, not in fear, in pure pleasure as I feel her walls tighten in a second orgasm.

That’s all it takes, and three pumps later, I’m a goner.

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(Amelia)

I feel like I took advantage of him, even though I know I didn’t.

After my package from hell on Sunday, Jaxon won’t stop calling and texting me. I never answer or respond though. I never will. I’ve even stopped reading the texts. I just delete them upon arrival. I don’t know how he found my new number, but when he calls, I block him. It’s silent for a day or two; then he calls me from a new number.

I’m looking over my shoulder constantly, worried he’ll just pop up at any moment.

I feel safe when Gray is near, which he hasn’t been for a week, for various reasons, so when I saw him in my driveway, I just needed him. Right then and there. I was grateful he was finally with me again.

After our romp in the truck, we went into the house and had dinner before retreating upstairs, where he laid me across the bed and took very good care of me with his tongue between my thighs.

He’s a very giving lover, so I returned the favor.

Now here I lie, watching him read through an email on his phone, naked in my bed next to me, like he was always meant to be here. Maybe he was.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he says, glancing my way.

I need to tell him what has been happening, but the thought of bursting our little, private bubble and filling it with my bullshit makes me feel sick to my stomach.

“I’m just happy you’re here.”

“Who wouldn’t be?” He smirks and I shove him back by the shoulder.

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