Page 61 of Sparrow's Grace

And then… my man moved.

He gripped one of my thighs and brought it up, and oh my fucking god, the angle, the way he went even deeper.

He pulled out, and then slammed back in. so forceful, the bed slammed into the wall.

But neither one of us made a comment.

“Honey,” I moaned as he hit a certain part of me, that caused so many emotions inside of me that I racked his back with my nails.

“Give it to me, Angel.” He said through clenched teeth.

“Not there, yet,” I said.

“Bullshit, you're squeezing my cock so hard I don’t see how you’re not. Fucking hell, Savannah. Let the fuck go. I need to fill you up.”

And the thought of his cum feeling me up… well… that did it.

I exploded in a mass of majestic colors.

“Thank fuck,” he whispered as he moaned, slammed into me, once, then once more, and then stilled.

And there above me, he whispered, “The fuck you do? Fucking kegel’s or some shit?”

I lifted a brow, “What do you mean?”

“The tightness of your pussy almost squeezed me to death and caused no blood to circulate through my dick,” he said with a groan as he pulled out of me, and then laid down on his back.

I smiled, “Well, I guess that’s how it feels when I’ve only been with one other person.”

He turned his head, took in a deep breath, and then let it out, “Fuck. Me. Best I ever fucking had. When you're ready, definitely putting a ring on it.”

I laughed and then rolled over to my side and then held out my hand, “Come take a shower with me?”

He groaned, “Angel, you gotta be sore. Been a bit for you, and been a bit for me. I get my hands on your soapy body, I’m going to want to take you again.”

I simply shrugged, “So?”

And he didn’t necessarily take me again in the shower, he fingered me, and I gave him a hand job.

My shoulder looked cute with his teeth marks there, and he looked great with mine on his shoulder.

And as I walked away from him and to the kitchen to get something to drink, he called at my back while he too got dressed, “Don’t think this needs to be said, but I’m saying it any fucking way. You’re fucking mine.”

“Long as you're mine right back, Honey.” I tossed over my shoulder.

I smiled huge at his answer, “And that, I will always be.”

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“So, what else did you want to do today?” he asked me as I washed my hands at the sink.

As I turned the water off, I said, “I want to shop for a few things to wear, my pants are starting to get tight.”

Then he shocked the hell out of me, “Get dressed. We’ll leave in ten.”

“Wait, really?” I asked him as I spun to face him.

He shrugged, “Yeah, why not?”

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