Page 167 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
Her offhand comment about Austin being Bronson bugged me. I looked him up and couldn’t find any good pictures, either. I texted Dimitri and Carlos.
Me
Do you think this Bronson asshat is Austin?
Carlos
Not sure Austin’s a Deloitte.
Dimitri
Do you want me to find out?
I will.
I considered this for a moment.
Me
Not yet.
I’d just turned out the light when I heard sobbing from her room. Rolling out of bed, I stood in the doorway of her room,the door open, since Snowball liked to go back and forth between our beds.
“Gwen?” I called into the room only lit by her fairy lights.
She sat up. “Only a nightmare. I’m okay.”
The stench of fear and sadness in her room said otherwise.Only my ass.I walked over to her bed and picked her up.
“Clark.” She kicked her feet a little, but her protest wasn’t strong.
I took her back to my bed and tucked her in. “Sleep with me. It’ll be okay.”
“Okay.” She rolled into my arms, head on my chest, not fighting me.
“That’s my girl.” I planted a kiss on the top of her head and tightened my arms around her. “What do you need?”
Her lips met mine, the kisses hungry. Her breath hitched in her chest as her minty scent grew sweet with arousal.
“Does my Sweetness need to come? Or does she need to be fucked?” My voice became growly. I’d be happy to make her feel better any way she wanted. She was my world. I was her moon, ready to orbit around her and be subjected to her every whim.
“Fuck me, Alpha.” Gwen struggled to take off her clothes.
“Gladly.” I stripped bare, tossing her clothes on the floor. Holding her to me, I savored how right her naked, muscular body felt in my arms.
This. My hand ran up her back. This waseverything.
My fingers trailed down her back, tracing her tattoo, then cupped her ass. She squealed as I squeezed it. So perfect. That hand curled around her body to caress her dripping pussy.
“Please,” she gasped.
As I continued to toy with her wet folds, my cock hardened, yearning to plunge into her silky depths. Her breath came out in little pants.
“I need you inside me, Tesoruccio,” she gasped.
“Always.” Rolling on top of her, I slid inside her. Her eyes went half-lidded as her sweet aroused scent wrapped around me.
Kissing her, I pumped in and out of her, gently, tenderly. This was a love letter to her body, not a race. With each thrust, I tried to fill all those little cracks in her soul, so she’d feel whole again.
