Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“We take this nice and slow, or we stop, baby.” I’d cry, scream or plead my case if I thought, for one second, it would make him change his mind. Since the likelihood of that happening is slim to none, I do one better. I lift my hips up, meeting him each time he presses in until I’ve got one finger firmly in place.
“What I wouldn’t give to have my mouth on your pretty clit.” The visual is absolutely doing it for me. Lane is a giver, not a taker. Even when I try to reciprocate, he feels the need to one-up my orgasm ration to his. There’s no changing his mind. He won’t stop until I’m completely wrung dry.
“Please, I want that, Lane, so much,” I try to persuade him. I drop my hand from where it was on the ledge of the tub, moving it to the nape of his neck to pull his lips closer to mine. If I can’t have his mouth on my pussy, I may as well have it in the form of a kiss.
“Next time,” Lane promises with his lips while his thumb moves at a faster pace, then one finger is replaced with two. I’m not going to last much longer. The sensation is too overwhelming. Especially when he scissors his fingers inside my ass, stretching me further. “Let go, Birdie, come for me like I know you want to,” he breathes between our kisses.
He’s dominating my mouth and body. My brain is completely shut off. The only thing I’m thinking about is the pleasure Lane is giving me, and when my body finally computes what he’s saying, I let go for him and only him.
Each and every time we’re together, I swear it only gets better. Our love grows deeper. We burn hotter for one another, and damn if I’m not loving every moment of it.
17
LANE
“Babe, Rocky has three beds. You want to tell me why he’s sleeping in our bed?” Birdie is snuggled into me, her leg hitched over mine, and the boner I’ve had for more than half the night is not deflating. The show she gave me in the bathtub while I fucked her with my fingers was hot as fuck. The best part about her being in the water was watching her tits bounce up and down, knowing the buoyancy was helping keep her in a relaxed state. It did absolutely nothing for my raging hard-on, but I took care of that in the shower while Birdie watched.
When I got out, she was worked up again. There was no way she would be able to handle much more tonight, so we both got dressed. Her in another one of my shirts and a pair of socks that are so too big, they’re slouched around her ankles. She didn’t seem to mind. And she makes my clothes look a fuck of a lot better on her than they ever did on me.
“He’s always slept with me. Wasn’t it you who didn’t want to share me? Well, Lane, I think you’ve met your match. Rocky doesn’t like to share either,” she breathes into my neck, her nose nuzzling closer to me. I’m pretty sure she’d crawl inside of me if she could.
“One night, and one night only,” I grumble. Birdie shakes her head. I can feel the movement, yet I can’t see her. I’ve got my arm wrapped around her body, holding her close to me, and she’s on her good side. We’ll wind up in a different position throughout the night, but for the most part, when the sun comes up, this is where I find her. “He’s lucky he’s cute, small, and at the foot of the bed, or I’d be locking him out of the bedroom.” Rocky perks up, lifting his head and tilting it to the side. Yeah, the cute multicolored booger will more than likely get his way, just like his owner.
“Okay, Lane.” She’s placating me while trying not to laugh.
“I guess I better get used to it. One day, it’ll be a baby girl or baby boy in bed with us.” The tips of her fingers stop their ministrations on my chest. There’s no rhyme or reason to the pattern. A soothing sensation for more than her; it helps settle me, and usually, when she stops, the reason is because she’s fallen asleep.
“You mean that?” She uses her hand on my chest to lift up her body. It’s a crying shame she’s wearing my shirt. I’d much prefer her naked like I am, and I’d have pushed the issue, except there’s a nip to the air outside. Birdie knows I run warm. Turning on the heat is a last-ditch effort and only used when the cold really settles in. Now I’m rethinking it. Maybe I should have kicked the heat up in order to have her naked, skin to skin, and should she wake up feeling better tomorrow, well, it’d be a hell of a lot easier access. Sure, Birdie is only wearing a shirt and my socks, but the damn shirt will still be in my way, blocking her tits. There is nothing better in this world than Birdie naked, hair a tangled mess, lips red and swollen from our kisses, and me watching as I fuck my cock into her tight body.