Page 35 of Naughty Songbird

Our lips locked, and Diana’s eager little tongue slipped into my mouth. I didn’t mind the lingering taste of vanilla coffee when her plump lips were so mind numbing.

My pants slipped further past my hips as she jerked my cock, and I stumbled back a few steps. I released her shoulders and blindly tugged my wallet from my back pocket. Once my fingers fished out the leather, I broke the kiss to get a condom.

Diana released a whimper against my neck at the loss of my mouth, and the beautiful sound of need sent me reeling.

“Fuck.” I unrolled the rubber as fast as humanly possible.

Her fingers knotted in my shirt, and my hands dropped to her waist. I raised the hem of her dress over her ass and grabbed a handful, pulling her stomach into my straining cock. She rubbed herself against me as our mouths locked together again.

The back of my knees hit the piano bench, and I reflexively dropped into the seat. Diana tipped forward, following my mouth as I fell. With my hands on her round ass, I tugged her into my lap.

She braced her knees on the bench and straddled me. Her hands curved over my shoulders, causing a shiver to race along my spine from her delicate touch.

I wove one hand into her hair as we kissed and used my grip to control her movement. More lewd noises passed from her lips into mine, eliciting an aching throb in my cock.

My other hand drifted between our bodies and settled between her thighs. I traced my thumb over the thin panties she wore, pressing into her slit. Her arousal had already soaked through the fabric.

“So wet already, Diana?” I followed up with a teasing kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I can’t help it. It’s embarrassing,” she replied, casting her gaze to the floor.

My hand whisked from her hair to her face. I hooked one finger under her chin and brought her gaze back to mine. Trapped in my line of sight, she bodily trembled in my lap.

“No, don’t be embarrassed. Ever. You’re perfect.” I kissed her once more. Swiftly, to steal the unease at the edge of her nerves.

With my thumb, I shoved her panties out of the way. As my digit nudged between her slippery sex, she inhaled shakily. I circled over her swollen clit, which forced her to exhale and shudder against me.

My hand on her chin snuck around the back of her neck to hold her in place. I spoke with further reassurance into her quivering lips. “Please don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about how your body reacts, Diana.” Then my fingers slid through her glistening folds, and her cunt clenched around me. “This pussy was made for me, and I truly believe that.”

Diana dug her nails into my shoulders, and her sharp, ardent gaze speared through me. “Then fuck me already,” she flung back.

I needed more than that before I entered her. Our connection went deeper than music and our contract, and I longed for more—for everything she could offer me.

More than physical intimacy, I wanted her heart.

“Oh, I will, I promise.” Withdrawing my fingers caused Diana’s hips to writhe in my lap. She needed her pretty, tight cunt filled, and I’d oblige her desire once I got what I wanted.

“Diana, I want you to be mine,” I admitted.

“Levi.” Diana struggled for air over my name. A second that felt too long passed as her eyes glittered. Then she nodded avidly before panting, “I… I am. I’m yours.”

Steam exploded out of my ears and little hearts burst in my eyes as I stared at the enchanting beauty in my lap, agreeing to my possession. My chest heaved with my next breath, and beastly urges took over my actions.

I crushed Diana in my arms, and she yelped in surprise. In the next heartbeat, I surged off the bench, cradling her against my chest as I flipped us around. My cock bumped into her pussy several times as I kicked the bench out of my way and set her backside on top of the piano lid.

She gasped as the frigid surface met her fevered skin, but her lovely eyes never wavered from mine.

“Say it again,” I demanded.

“I’m yours.” Her voice was thin, but firm.

I gripped the base of my cock and angled the head toward her dripping hole. She bit her bottom lip and whined at the back of her throat when I shoved the tip inside her.

“Yeah, songbird, that’s right. You’re fucking mine.” I barely had to thrust to bury myself in her pussy. Her fluttering walls swallowed every inch of my length as though her body needed to be filled.

Erotic moans breached her lips over and over each time I pulled out and rammed into her. I grunted, satisfied beyond belief at the sensation of Diana’s silken, wet heat wrapped around my cock and pulling me impossibly deeper.

At first, I missed the light sound of a snap over our increasing moans and grunts. Until suddenly, everything felt more intense. There was more sensation sliding along my cock. Diana was so wet, and so tight. It forced me to grit my teeth at the overwhelming bliss that ran from my chest to my tightening balls.

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