“Is this also your doing?”
“May handles the planning, along with Logan. I only assisted with the physical work.”
She sits down near the tree on the cream carpet, which is covered with gift boxes.
“Are there gifts in them?” she asks, excitedly.
Bruno, Rosie, and I settle down near her. “I brought you a few things you might like.”
From her Instagram, I learned many things she likes, such as special editions of her favourite books. She doesn’t have any of them in this house. She isn’t just staying away from the piano, but from everything she once enjoyed, including reading. I haven’t seen her read even once so far. So when Logan asked me to get her a gift, I decided on the latest special editions of her favourite books, eight in total.
She also likes collecting small jewellery, so I planned to get her that as well. But I couldn’t decide, so I left it. During that search, I came across an online jewellery auction and found a ring that seemed made for her, so I bought it. I won’t give it to her yet, though.
She picks up a box, but I stop her. “I think you’re supposed to open them tomorrow.”
She chuckles and sets it down, then looks at me. I reach for her arm and pull her closer. She giggles, settling into my lap, straddling me.
I take off her coat and set it aside, kissing her bare neck. She moans softly, melting against me. But then, all of a sudden, she pushes away and sits in front of me, legs to one side, looking down at the tent in my pants.
“I want to see it.” Her face flushes red as she meets my eyes, biting the corner of her lower lip. “I mean… you know…”
“You want to make sure I have the same dick,” I finish for her, making her flush even more.
She nods.
Now this is something I’ve thought about a lot. What if that motherfucker has a three-inch dick? What if he has some kind of piercing? The shape could be entirely different, there’s very little chance of two men having the exact same cock. If there’s a difference, I’ll tell her I had dick surgery. Then it’ll be up to her whether to believe me or not.
I get up and undo the button of my jeans, then the zipper. She’s watching me so attentively, so innocently, like it’s a parrot, not a cock.
I pull my pants down a little, then my boxers, and take out my semi-hard dick. Her lips part. She looks up at me with those big doe eyes, shining in a way I’ve never seen before.Is this desire?I need to see more—to see how those brown eyes change with lust.
She gets on her knees, comes closer, and wraps her soft, small hand around my now-fully-hard cock. A shaky breath leaves my lips at the contact of her skin. The next breath doesn’t even escape as she takes the tip into her wet, warm mouth.
“Fuck.” I shudder, my eyes closing as precum leaks from the spot her tongue is stroking. But I open them again just as fast. I need to see her small, beautiful mouth stretching to its limits around my cock.
She takes me deeper. I groan, my hand moving to her hair and clutching it. She looks up, the light I saw before is now a burning inferno. She looks divine with lust in her eyes and my dick in her mouth.
She quickens the pace of her mouth and hand, sucking every time she reaches the tip and licking the head with her soft tongue.
I tug at her hair, stopping her head.
“Stop, baby. I’m about to come.” My voice is a raw, husky murmur. I stroke her jaw with the knuckles of my other hand. “I want to come inside your pussy, not your mouth.”
She releases my dick from her mouth with a wet pop. I smear the trail of her saliva across her chin and lips, making them glisten even more. I lower myself, tilting her head back, and capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Hunger is the only thing I’m feeling right now—insatiable hunger for this woman.
I lower myself further, pushing her down until she’s flat on the carpet. Her nails dig into my scalp, tilting my face to give her better access to my mouth. No matter the reason, she wants me as much as I want her, and that’s enough to make me lose my mind.
I pull away from her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her breathless, flushed face.So fucking beautiful.
I roughly pull her sweatshirt over her head as she tries to unbutton my shirt with her shaking fingers. Her whole body is trembling.So fucking perfect.The resolve to kill that bastard solidifies in my soul. He can’t live carrying the memory of her looking this maddeningly breathtaking.
As soon as her naked upper body comes into view, all thoughts fade to nothing. I slide my hand slowly from her stomach, over the curve of her breasts, to her collarbone.
Fuck.
“How can someone be so beautiful?” I whisper in awe, then descend on her flushed neck, sucking the skin with enough force to tear it open. She moans, loud and raw.
I abandon her neck and drag my mouth lower, over the ridge of her collarbones, down to the upper swell of her breasts. I bite the soft skin there, jaw aching with the effort of fighting the primal need to sink my teeth in deeper. I want to taste her. I want to mark her. I want to consume her. But I hold back, keep the monster from hurting her.
