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And that someone is me. I may not be worthy of Wren, but no one will try harder to be. No one could love her more.
We can take it slow. Wren should have romance, flowers, surprise visits, love letters, and time. She needs time to fall in love with me. As much as I want her body, the end goal is her heart.
“Ford,” she whimpers, weaving her trembling fingers through my hair as she calls out my name. She spreads her legs over my thighs, straddling my lap and grazing her sex over the obnoxious bulge in my jeans. Her panty-covered pussy grinds into me, massaging the head and leaving a trail of dampness in its wake. This little bird is driving me crazy.
“What do you want? Do you want me to stop?” I bury my mouth in the crook of her neck, teasing her flesh with tiny nibbles. Her taste intoxicates me. The hypnotic scent of her skin drowns my senses and pulls me under its spell. She answers with a moan, rocking her hips, teasing and tempting me to try more. And I’m thrilled to oblige her.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?” I point to a spot above her cleavage, my mouth watering to taste the sheen of sweat on her flushed skin.
She nods, and I lean forward and plant a solitary kiss.
“Do you want me to kiss you here?” I hook my fingers beneath the straps of her white sundress and slide them off her shoulders. I graze my thumb along the curved hem of her strapless bra and down the valley of her breasts. I feel her shudder under my hands.
Wren nods, and I clasp her waist to bring her forward. I trail my tongue through her exposed cleavage and wrap my arm behind her back, unfastening her bra with a flick of my wrist. She tosses the lacy material to the side and straightens her back, proudly offering her breasts for my lust-filled view.
My head dizzies, and my brain temporarily malfunctions, lost in a fog of lust as my eyes focus on Wren’s naked breasts. They’re nothing less than perfection.
“I said yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling as she points to the tight space between the breasts.
“Yes?” I’m too woozy to think straight. My cock is so fucking hard that I think it’s robbed my brain of precious blood. I stare, fixated by desire, licking my lips and flexing my fingers. I’ve never had so much difficulty controlling my baser needs.
Wren has destroyed my willpower and turned me into a filthy bastard who needs to take what he wants. But for her sake, I need to try.
“Yes. I want you to kiss me here.” She moves her delicate finger back to the same place and then trails it over one nipple, moving the digit in circles over the taut bud. “And here.”
My body moves on its own. There’s no time to convince myself to slow down. I’m just a man falling in love with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. If she wants me to kiss her breasts, then who am I to say no?
I cup her breasts, kneading her flesh as I bury my face between them. She giggles sweetly, tickled by the scruff of my beard and the warm swipe of my tongue over her nipple. I close my mouth around it, and her fist closes around my unruly hair as she urges me to continue whatever is making her feel so good.
“Ford,” she breathes my name, bouncing her voluptuous ass against my thighs and grinding her hot pussy into my crotch. My lips twitch into a smile as I feast on her breasts, overcome by happiness—something I haven’t felt in years. She belongs here, in my lap, where the scent of her perfumed skin surrounds me, and her warmth radiates into my smiling face. And I belong with her.
I move my attention to her lips, kissing her slowly, my tongue slipping into her mouth and savoring her taste. Her mouth is ripe, willing, and eager. Each kiss feels like an electric current coursing through my veins, awakening my senses and feeding my hunger for Wren.
Swallowing her moans, I push every other thought out of my mind. My insecurities flee. My past disappears. The only thing that matters is right here and now. I drop my hands to her round ass cheeks, digging my fingers into her flesh. She nods in approval and grinds harder, spreading her legs to flatten her pussy against my jeans.
I feel everything—her slick entrance and swollen mound. But it’s not enough to feel her through clothes, dry humping like teenagers in the back seat of the family car. I need more.
“Tell me the truth, little bird. Do you want me to kiss you here?” I slide my greedy hand into her soaked panties, struggling to remain focused as her arousal coats my fingers.
Wren presses her breasts against my bare chest. “Do youwantto kiss me there?” she whispers, humming with satisfaction when the heat of our bodies collides.
“More than anything, I need to taste your pussy and run my tongue over your clit, over and over. I insist that you come on my face and soak my beard like a good girl,” I groan and lift my finger to my mouth, licking off the evidence of her lust.
She nods with eager submission. “I’m going to mark you, Ford.”
I grit my teeth, my mind spinning from the vision she’s placed in my head. “That’s right, little bird. Mark me as your man. I promise I won’t wash my face for days.”
Her blue eyes grow wide with anticipation, and I fold her into my embrace, leading her down as I lie on her couch. Wren raises her arms over her head, and I remove her dress, hanging it over the back of her sofa. She uses her small hands to cover her large breasts, seemingly embarrassed by her nudity. I pull them away and stare at her figure with ravenous intent.
“Don’t hide from me, Wren. You’re a work of art and should be admired,” I say softly, sliding my hands beneath her thighs. Her features twist with confusion as I lift her off my lap and place her pussy over my mouth. I’ve been thinking about this since last week. Having imagined countless scenarios where my mouth was in close proximity to her pussy, this was my favorite.
“Oh, my God!” Wren squeals, tensing as I spread her folds and scoop up her arousal with my tongue. There’s so much. It slides down my chin and coats my beard. The taste of her pussy hits me like a fix, a shot of drugs straight into my veins. I’m instantly addicted, and no rehab could ever get me clean.
“You’re so wet, little bird,” I murmur, eating her pussy and thrashing her hard clit with my tongue. “The more I lick, the more you give me. If I’m not careful, I may drown.”
Wren looks down at me, whimpering, begging for the orgasm I’m about to give her. Her long dark lashes flutter. Her breasts bounce, rising up and down as she grinds her sweet pussy into my mouth. She’s a fantasy come to life. “I’m so close, Ford. It’s just hard to let go.”
That’s unacceptable. I pride myself on service, and I’m not quitting until my girl screams so loud, her neighbors have no choice but to call the police. I stick out my tongue and squeeze her ass for leverage. Instead of licking her, I rock her pussy across my open mouth and let her ride my face.
