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She moans, grinding into the touch.
“That’s it.” I kiss her shoulder. Her collarbone. “Fuck my hand.”
I rub her G-spot. Stroking. Coaxing.
“Don’t stop.” Her thighs tighten around mine.
“I won’t.” I palm her hip with my free hand, helping her grind while I work my leg in rhythm. “I have too many plans for you to stop now.”
She pants in my ear, those needy breaths turning my throbbing dick into a torture device.
“I want so much from you, little Pip.” I work my fingers faster. Harder. “I want to fill this gorgeous mouth of yours.”
She moans.
“I want my cock in places you’ve never felt before.” I kiss her cheek. Her jaw. “I want to spend hours between your thighs, lapping up every last drop while you come on my face.”
Her back arches, those perky tits begging for more attention.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” I promise in her ear. “My tongue is going to explore places you wouldn’t imagine.”
“I’m close,” she pants. “So close.”
“But I’m not finished relaying my wish list,” I whisper. “I didn’t tell you how I want your pussy drenched in my cum. How I want to make your body a fucking beautiful canvas.”
She mewls, andfuck me, it’s heaven.
Her back arches as she comes undone, her core convulsing with frantic pulses, her nails embedded in my scalp.
“Rome.” Her gasped plea fills my ears, sinking deep down into my chest.
I love this woman.
I’ve fucking loved her all her life. That will never change. No matter what comes between us, I’ll forever be enslaved.
I lean forward, reclaiming her nipple. Sucking. Grazing. Devouring.
“Oh, God.” She tightens, every muscle clamped around me—legs, arms, pussy.
Then all too soon, it’s over and she relaxes against me.
I pull back to look at her, but she immediately cuddles into me, sinking her chest against mine, nuzzling her face into my neck.
She hides from me, and that’s okay.
I don’t care one fucking bit, because she’s mine.
Instead, I hold her, cradling her with one arm, kissing a slow path along her hairline. I let her enjoy her comfort in the shadows while I remain quiet, giving her time for her breathing to settle.
“Did I break your hand?” she whispers.
I wiggle my fingers inside her, earning a gasp. “Not even close. Do you want another try?”
She releases a faint chuckle, one hand tentatively sliding to my chest to undo the top button of my shirt. “No. It’s finally your turn to experience what it feels like being together.”
CHAPTER19
Piper
