Page 4 of Painted Love


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"I was," she moans. "I was made for you."

"You gonna take my cum like a good little slut, Piper?"

Fuck, this is so dirty.

She likes it that way.

"Yes," she breathes. "Come inside me, Jesse. I'll take it, I'll take it all--"

And that's what does it.

I groan as I bury myself to the hilt, pouring into her. She's on the pill--this is a game--but fuck, I love the idea of her belly swollen with my baby. It's the first time I've ever imagined something like that, the picture coming to my mind unbidden, and I've barely had a chance to shake it off when another wave of pleasure rocks me.

Piper, pregnant and covered in paint, her hair up in my house in Fern Hollow.

Fuck, fuck...fuck.

I stay inside her and pull her up to my chest, her knees on the bed. She turns her head to kiss me hard, both of us still half-dressed, cum leaking down her thighs.

She's gorgeous like this.

Paint-splattered, flushed, her dark hair in wild waves down her back.

I can't stop kissing her.

We stay like that for a long time, until I finally pull away. I pull out of her and a trickle of cum drips down her thighs. I feel the strangest urge to push it back inside her.

Nah...no, Jesse. You can't get baby crazy like the rest of your family. Piper doesn't even want that, and Caleb would never allow it.

"You gonna show me that painting now?" I ask her.

She bites her lip. "Let's order takeout first," she says. "Then I'll show you the painting."

I help her out of the bed, and she sheds the rest of her clothes to swap them out for a perfectly on brand, artsy kimono. Piper pads over to the kitchen and grabs her phone, and I shimmy out of my jeans as I follow her. No use getting dressed again; we'll be naked and fucking again in a matter of minutes.

"You got one of these for me?" I ask, plucking at the kimono and laughing as I bend to press a kiss to her neck.

"I can get you one that's a little more manly if you want to toss it in your drawer," she says.

I do a double-take. "My drawer?"

She freezes.

"Um...yeah," she mutters. "You've been coming around a lot. I figured it was time you had a drawer, just for the stuff you leave behind."

This has gone from fucking dirty to mindblowingly sweet in about half a second.

"You think I'm coming around a lot?" I ask her, grinning from ear to ear.

She bites her lip again, and that might be the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. "I will admit that I'm maybe sort of...maybethinking ofmaybe getting used tohaving you around," she murmurs.

"That's a lot of maybes for a girl who gave me a drawer," I say.

She blushes. "I know. It's stupid."

"Not stupid. I like it. I like the idea of you having a drawer for me."

I kiss her again and she melts into my arms.

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