Page 94 of Burn It Down
“Yes. Let’s practice. Take my clothes off.” I growl and rip her pajamas off, loving that Cooper tradition; think our family might adopt it.
I roll us to pin her beneath me and tear her panties off too. My eyes flash to her second tattoo, which was really her first. The lock, with another intricate “F” woven into the steelwork of the delicate design.
It’s beautiful and resting right above her sweet pussy. I drop between her long legs and lick it, like I have every single day since she got it. Gigi moans and bucks off the bed.
“Tell me how many babies you want.” I murmur against her belly, kissing her navel and thinking about tiny Gigi’s.
“As many as you plan to give me. Maybe two. Maybe four.” Gigi laces her finger through my hair, yanking hard when I lick the lock again.
“This perfect body, pregnant…Mmm, you might stay pregnant forever. Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see what’s mine.” Gigi moans and my dick gets harder, my hands clenching the sheets beside her.
Like always, Gigi obeys, and I groan. Her pussy is pink, swollen and soaked. I bend close, breathing deep and licking her from bottom to top all at once.
Gigi cries out, and I have to hook my arms around her thighs to still her. Watching her, I lick her open again, and her eyes go hooded and dark green. Fuck, she’s sexy.
“Always taste so fucking good. Like fucking cherries. I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. Open your mouth.” Gigi’s lips fall open and I lick her deep once, moving up to shove my tongue into her mouth.
Gigi suckles at my tongue, her taste and mine mingling. Then her little hands shove at the thermal top I’m wearing, raking her nails down my back once it’s gone. Her fingers move lower and pierce my ass as she presses me closer. I’m not done with her yet so I tear my mouth from hers and kiss her ear.
“Not yet, Sweet Girl. Need more of you on my tongue.” My teeth work a path down the side of her neck, marking the curve that drives her wild.
Slowly, I work my mouth—lips, tongue and teeth too--over her perfect tits. Sucking and tugging at her swollen nipples with rough teeth and licking with a lazy tongue. Fuck, she’s so soft, and her skin tastes so good. Nothing else has ever felt like her against me, beneath my lips, my fingertips.
I shove my hands up to take over for my mouth as I drop lower. I spread her hot pussy open with my tongue, and her soft sounds rocket through me. Teeth tugging at her throbbing clit, I drop a hand as I lick and suck at her sweetness. Two fingers slide inside and she cries out, coming against my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” My dirty Gigi whimpers, thighs trembling, “Yes! Baby, please. I need to feel you inside me.” I lick faster and harder, my fingers curling because I want more out of her.
“Mmm, not yet dirty. Once more. I want to taste you in my mouth again. I fucking love it. Touch your tits for me. Good girl. Hmm, I love when you make yourself feel good for me. Look at me with those pretty eyes.” Gigi struggles to watch me as my fingers pump faster and faster.
“Fuck. Oh, God…yes. Yes…Finn...I love you. I love this house. I can’t wait to be your wife.” I growl and pump harder, biting at her clit, and she comes again.
Seconds later, I’m shoving her thighs wide and climbing over her. Yanking her hands off her tits, I suckle at the nipples as I pin her hands above her head.
One hand wraps gently around her throat as the other holds both wrists tight. Gigi can barely move, but she shimmies her hips, rocking her soaked pussy against my aching cock.
“Fuck yes, you’re going to be my wife. I can’t wait. I love you so fucking much. Where do you want to get married, baby?” We talked about it once so I think I know.
“I think at…oh fuck.” Gigi bows up off the bed as I thrust once and sink deep inside her.
“Fuck yes. You feel so fucking good. I won’t ever get enough of being inside you. Never. When you’re my wife, can I fuck you whenever I want? Like while you’re making dinner, developing photos? After we put our kids down for bed?” I tighten my hand at her throat, feeling her pulse leaping as I thrust.
“You fuck me whenever you want already.” Gigi giggles, and I drop my head to watch her pretty eyes go green with need.
“Mmm, true. Look at me, Sweet Girl. Jesus Christ, you feel like heaven. Tell me where I’m becoming your husband.” Gigi whimpers, and I feel she’s close so I slow down.
“Firehouse…on...oh God, please…on Market. I want to get…married there. Baby, yes…” I smirk as she unravels for me, my hand shoving between her legs to rub at her clit.
“Sounds sexy. I can’t wait to start forever with you. Let me see you come for me, Sweet Girl. Let me feel you come with me inside you. I fucking love it. Tell me what I need to hear.” My thrusts pick up as I imagine her in a dress, in that old building, waiting to give me the rest of her life. Fucking beautiful.
“I love you. Yes. Yes. I love you. Oh God, Finn!” Gigi lifts close, her body shuddering as she obeys and comes for me.
“Yeah. Fuck, it feels so good. Tell me when you’re going to be my wife. Give me a date.” I’m pumping harder, both of us slick with sweat, but I need a date before I’ll finish.
“After Charli and Cage. You pick the date.” I growl and slam against her over and over. I know what day.
“Fuck…yes. Once more. Come with me again. I need it. Tell me again.” I rock against her, lowering to cover her mouth so I can feel her words as I come with her.
“I love you, Finn. I’m going to be your wife. Forever.” I lose it and come hard and long, shuddering against her, the entire bed shaking as she joins me.
