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“Oh, god,” she moans, her legs shaking as his threat sends her over the edge. It’s not the biggest orgasm she’s had while I’m inside her, not even close. But something about him making her come without touching her when I’m the one fucking her…
My hand glides down her thigh, hitching her knee until it’s on the counter, giving me even more access to her. My cock slides deeper, my balls slap against her wet cunt, and I pause, waiting for her to whine in desperation. Her tight walls surround my cock, choking it with warm heat and pulsating muscles, sucking my length.
Little Bird pushes to her hands, rocking her hips back and forth, taking control. Sexy mewls fall from her lips and her gaze flicks between me and Vander in the mirror. Not wanting to let her set the pace, I grab her by the hip and shoulder, using her body to slam my cock into her at the very end of my slow strokes, making sure I get as deep as possible.
Her chest heaves, taking huge breaths as she gets closer to another orgasm. A squeak from her fingers disrupts the sound of her whimpers, the result of her trying to fist the counter unsuccessfully.
Tip to base; every thrust is controlled, measured, calculated to ensure her pleasure builds until the pressure of it explodes into a cataclysmic event.
“You look so beautiful when you’re taking my thick cock in your ass,” I whisper in her ear. “I want you to squirt for me again, Little Bird. I want your cum dripping from my balls and covering the front of the vanity. Do you think you can do that for me?”
Wet strands stick to the side of my face as she nods her head. Her fingertips go white with how hard she’s pressing them into the counter.
I lower my voice even more, though I know Vander will still be able to hear. “Do you remember whose name you’re supposed to shout?” Her eyes shoot to her former bodyguard, narrowing in on where he’s stroking his cock. He grabs the lube from the counter and adds some to his length, getting it ready for his turn, and making sure she knows it.
“Vander,” she wails, her ass clamping on my shaft so hard I can’t move. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, breathing sharply through my nose to keep from coming with her. Cum splashes my balls as she shakes. Her arms go out, too weak to hold her up, so I wrap mine around her. I hold her close as she trembles and moans until I’m able to continue thrusting, lengthening her orgasm.
She finally calms, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. She’ll need another shower by the time we’re done. Which might be a while…
I can’t get enough of her, I’ll always want more. I run my nose along the curve of her neck, my arms squeezing her in a hug as her head tilts back on my shoulder, and whisper in her ear. “You scared the shit out of me, Little Bird. Seeing you covered in blood like that. The thought of you possibly being hurt…” This time I’m the one who shivers, but it’s not the good kind like I make her experience. “I love you so damn much.”
She snuggles the side of her face against mine, then turns her head to capture my lips. I kiss her, giving her emotion filled open mouthed ones that she surprisingly melts into.
“I’m sorry,” she says in a stuttered breath. “I’ll promise I won’t do it again as many times as you need.”
The tips of my fingers trail along her arm on one side, and when my hand reaches her neck, I wrap my fingers around it, using a grip that leaves no confusion about who’s in control. With a gentle squeeze, she gives me the cock twitching moan I’m wanting to hear.
Our height difference allows us to still stare into each other’s eyes. Her pulse pounds under my thumb, and I use it to caress her neck.
“I love you, Little Bird,” I repeat, wanting to make sure there’s no confusion to what I’m about to say next. “Do you feel it too?”
Her ass squeezes around my shaft, massaging it and making me give her another slow thrust. My stubborn girl slowly nods her head, not willing to provide me with a verbal answer.
I can’t have that.
“Do you?” My hand tightens around her neck, commanding her to answer with words even if I don’t use mine to tell her that.
“Yes,” she croaks. “You know I do.”
“Me knowing and you saying it are two different things.” My grip tightens on her neck, cutting off her airflow. I want her to know how serious I am about this. “You need to tell me.”
Three simple words, but the thought of using them causes such a visceral reaction. She sucks in a sharp breath and her pupils dilate. A split second later, she wiggles uncomfortably like she wants to escape the situation.
But she can’t.
She’s trapped in my hold with my cock deep in her ass.
“What are you worried about?” I ask, smoothing my hand over her head and pressing a kiss to her temple.
Her breaths are heavy, bordering on hyperventilating, and her eyes dart back and forth, never landing on one thing long enough for her vision to focus. Slowly, as she thinks about my question, her reactions smooth out.
“I—” She cuts off and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know, J. Maybe it makes things too real. Or… like the words don’t mean the same thing coming from my lips. Emotions don’t come naturally to me. I don’t want to say the words and have you expect something I can’t give you.”
A rush of devotion cascades through me. I thought I couldn’t love her more, but apparently I can. “I know you, Little Bird. Do you really think I don’t know what to expect from you? That I haven’t studied you and imprinted everything about you into memory? You’re my everything. Please, don’t worry about that. I’m fully prepared to navigate your insecurities.”
Her brow furrows, like she doesn’t appreciate me labeling her answer as an insecurity. But that’s what it is. Because she’s more than capable of loving us all. Of telling us, and showing her affection for us. We know what to expect.
“Those words won’t change anything between us. It’ll only make things better.” I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t make her face the things she doesn’t want to do.
