Page 87 of Sing Your Secrets
“So much,” she says, her voice cracking.
With her thighs pinned under mine, I make sure she can’t move. I’m not going to touch that spot again until she’s begging me. And I’m in no rush…
I suckle on her nipples, one at a time until they’re glistening with my saliva. Then I watch her shudder and wiggle when I blow on them. They were hard before, now they’re diamonds.
“Fuck me,” she demands, trying to thrust her hips to catch a little friction.
“Tell me something first.”
“You’re a real piece of work.” She bites her bottom lip and glares at me. “You enjoy torturing me like this. What do you want?”
“Is this enough?” I watch her eyes dart between mine. Teasingly, I push into her, half an inch deeper. Her pussy clenches around me as she groans. I stop before I get carried away.
“What?” she whines. “What’s enough?”
“This. Am I enough? Could you fuck me like this forever?”
Her lips relax and she wraps her hand around my neck, guiding me to her lips. Her kiss is hungry, rugged, and telling. “You’re too much, Miles. So overwhelming in fact, I’m going to have to be careful not to lose myself in you.” She presses her palms against my chest and I relax against the warmth of her embrace. “I know what you’re asking…I know what’s going through your head. And you don’t need to worry. You fuck me right, and you treat me right. There’s no comparison.”
“Good girl,” I coo. “Those are the magic words. Tell me how you like it.”
“Hard.”
She screams when I pummel into her with no mercy. Holding her ankles together, I throw them over my left shoulder so her thighs are out of my way. I need to get deeper. I need to touch that spot—that tender spot. I want to wreck her in the best way, then put her back together. She can be Bonnie, but there’s a new Clyde.
She doesn’t need to tell me when she’s coming. I can feel it. Every inch of her body is trembling—from her drenched pussy to her full pink bottom lip, her orgasm is uncontrollable. So much in fact, she drags me over the edge with her. I ride the waves of her orgasm until my release explodes. I don’t bother pulling out, we fuck until I spill every last drop inside of her. She never protests when I finish like this. Maybe we’re both trying to prove something.
This is lust and it’s trust.
When we’re completely spent, I slump to the left and pull her tightly against my side. She giggles as I nuzzle against her wild curly mane and intertwine my legs with hers. We wrap ourselves up in a human pretzel. I’m overheating, but it’s fine. I’d happily endure these flames and burn to death if need be. This girl is the last thing I want to see before I leave this earth.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Reese mumbles as she plants sweet kisses against my pec.
“What?”
“As much as I love your dick, this is my favorite part.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Cuddling?”
“The fact that you’re still here.” She nestles deeper into me. “And you’re in no hurry to leave.”
I can’t hold her any tighter, but I try anyway. The woman I met was a fucking red-hot pistol. Smart, sassy, sweet, and sexy as fuck. She could have any man she wants and should tolerate no shit from anyone. Yet, she’s still surprised every time I’m decent to her. I can’t help but hate Petey for it. At the same time, I’m grateful for him. Had he not shit the bed so hard maybe she wouldn’t notice all the little ways I show her how much she means to me. Every call. Every text. Every time I tell the truth that she’s the only woman on my mind.
What Petey broke, I’m happy to fix.
“Where would I go, baby? I’m right where I want to be.”