Page 60 of Sparrow's Grace

But with Zeke, give me all the kinky fuckery one can think of.

Tie me to your bed.

Smack my ass.

Bound me.

Gag me.

Yes, please.

“I'll do all of that, just need a safe word, Angel.” He muttered.

Trusting this man implicitly, I simply said, “Purple.”

His eyes shone with heat, lust, want, and need.

And then I felt his still hard as steel cock against my belly, and there, against my lips, he whispered, “I can’t fucking wait anymore. Tell me what I can’t do.”

“Just don’t call me another woman’s name,” I whispered against his lips.

That was when I not only heard his growl but felt it against my chest, “I’m going to kill that fucker.”

And then he pressed his lips to mine, and I forgot all about Deck. I forgot about everything as he pushed me back up against the wall and devoured my mouth.

My hands ran through his hair, grabbing at the ends and pulling his mouth closer to mine.

And that was when he picked me up by my ass, pivoted, threw me onto the bed.

My body bounced, once, twice, then a third time until I settled.

His body was up and over mine in the next second, “I'm clean. You okay with me going in you bare?”

I nodded, “Yeah. And I’m clean too. Got checked when I was six weeks along.”

I whispered against his lips, “Now, show me what it’s like, Honey.”

He shook his head, “Afraid I can’t do that.”

Confusion wrapped around my lust filled brain, “What do you mean?”

“How can I show you what making love is supposed to be like when I’ve never done it?” and with those words spoken, eighteen simple words, only eighteen, changed my entire world.

I thought it had changed when I became his and he kissed me for the first time, but nothing, nothing touches this moment right here.

And I knew nothing ever would.

Except for what followed soon after.

“Eyes. I want your eyes while I'm inside of you. I want to watch the windows into your soul as you come apart for me, and all over me. then, I want you to watch what you do to me.” And with that… he slammed his cock into my vagina.

My back bowed off the bed.

His thick cock stretching me wider than it’s ever felt before.

That was when he stilled, and then asked, “You okay.”

I stared into his eyes, brought my hand up and brushed the dark hair from his forehead, and nodded, “Fucking yes. Move. Honey. Please. Fucking move.”

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