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“How much are you going to give me, little bird? How much do you want me to take?” Ford growls against my neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh while his hands travel down my back and mold around the curves of my ass.
“You can take it all,” I whisper, my breath laboring as he smothers my mouth with a brutal kiss. This is a new side to him. Demanding. Bossy. Hot. I don’t want to think about what to do. I want him to take charge and take what he wants. I won’t deny him anything.
Ford removes his shirt, pulling the fabric off his bulging arms and sculpted chest. I take a moment to admire his rippled abdomen and the trail of dark hair leading into his jeans. My eyes widen, and my mouth waters with avarice, as I imagine myself on my knees and taking his stiff cock into my mouth. He looks big. Unmanageable. A challenge meant for a sturdier woman than me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.
When Ford unbuttons his jeans, I take the initiative to slide my fingers beneath the strap of my sundress and let it fall to my waist. His eyes rake over my exposed breasts and he licks his lips. It feels so dirty but so right.
“Keep going,” Ford groans as he drops his jeans to the floor.
My knees weaken as I unfasten the thin sash at my waist and allow my dress to pool at my feet. Ford has seen me in the most intimate way, but this feels different. Standing before him, exposed and vulnerable, I feel like a sacrificial offering.
But that doesn’t deter me when he crooks his finger and orders me to his side.
“Come here, little bird. My fingers itch to touch you.” Ford pulls me into his arms and presses my body tightly against him. Standing on my toes, I wrap one leg around his thigh and climb his hard body. He lifts me to his waist, his hands on my ass as he rubs my damp pussy against his abs. I gasp, crying out loud when the friction he creates brings me close to the edge.
“I want you, Wren. Not just tonight and tomorrow. I’m going to make you fall in love with me, baby. I’m going to make you mine.” Ford steps toward my bed and sets me down gently. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I promise I'll earn every day you give me.”
I chew my lip as I watch him slide his boxers down his legs, my eyes growing wide as he unleashes his massive cock and it slaps his abdomen. My mouth falls open with a mix of fear, shock, and anticipation. He’s so hard, so thick and long, it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to reach out and touch it.
Ford crawls onto the mattress and spreads my legs, biting his lip as his eyes remain glued to my glistening pussy. “You’re my perfect little bird, but I don’t know if I can fit this inside this tiny pussy.” He fists his length and grazes my wet slit, nudging my clit as he rubs it up and down.
I nod eagerly and toss my arms over my head, arching my back and spreading my legs wider. Failure is not an option. “But you’re the only one I want.”
“Then I guess I have to give my girl what she wants. I’ll always give you what you want.” Ford sinks two inches inside me, entering me slowly, stretching my walls bit by bit as he helps me get used to his size.
“Ford!” I whimper, my lips quivering as he wedges his cock inside me.
“You look so good, little bird. So wet. So mine. I need to watch you take all of me.” He groans, sliding forward and thrusting deeper as my pussy clenches tightly around his cock, pulsating with pain and pleasure.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” Ford grunts as he slides deeper, his body shivering as he takes a moment to adjust his angle. He leans forward and flattens me with his hard body, circling my legs around his back as he bottoms out.
Ford softens his pace, staring down at me as his face hovers inches above mine. He kisses me slowly with long slow licks, inhaling and stealing my breath. I’m so wet that he thrusts with ease, filling me over and over, pumping his hips into mine, setting a rhythm that sends me into another world.
I wind my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine, kissing him again and again, lost in the friction as his plunging cock lashes my swollen clit. I move with him, overcome with pleasure, rolling my hips, building, climbing, drowning in waves of ecstasy that drag me into the deepest sea of bliss.
“Ford!” My voice climbs an octave, and my vision blurs as he continues to fuck me, pumping faster and deeper, his eyes locked on mine. I hold him close, rolling my hips, meeting each thrust, whimpering as my second climax crests and my body convulses in a blinding fit of pleasure.
“I’m crazy about you, Wren. I need you more than I need air,” Ford pants, his lips on mine as our sweat-covered bodies move as one, rocking gently as he fills me to the brim with hot seed.
Ford rolls to my side and curls me into his arms, holding me tightly as we float down from our high. I look over my shoulder to admire the beautiful man lying next to me, overwhelmed by love and wondering how I got so lucky.
This wasn't sex. This was everything.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Idreamt this wasn’t real. Everything that happened between us was nothing more than a fantasy created by my lovesick brain, and I woke up alone, hugging my pillow, longing for it to be Wren instead.
But I’m not lovesick anymore. I’m in love. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and woke up with Wren in my arms, her dark hair draped over my pillow, and her luscious ass pressed against my morning wood. And just like that, she brought me back from the brink of despair.
Still asleep, Wren moans, tossing backward and forward as her stomach rumbles with hunger. Poor thing probably burned off a thousand calories last night. She finally settles on her favorite position, tucked beneath the blankets, flat on her back, with her hands clasped under her breasts. I only know this because I watched her sleep, listening to the sound of her breathing like the lunatic I've become.
This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I’m not a romantic. I’m an old soldier who knows the consequences of letting your guard down or showing an ounce of vulnerability. I don’t believe in love at first sight or wear my heart on my sleeve. At least, I didn’t before I met Wren. She’s altered my perception and made me believe in happy endings.
“Good morning,” I whisper and bring my lips to her shoulder, kissing her gently as I watch her stir. “How did you sleep?” I know how she slept because I watched her, but there’s no need for full disclosure so early in our relationship. Neither of us got more than four hours of rest, and that was much more than I expected. I promised to make love to her until the sun rose, but after a few rounds, her need for sleep outweighed her lust.
“Are we still going to brunch?” Wren whispers, her eyes still sealed shut as if she’s not sure waking up now would be worth it.
“I said I’d feed you, and I meant it. But you need to get out of bed to eat,” I tease, rolling her over and pulling her back into my chest. I lightly spank her behind, then smooth my hand over her cheek, fascinated by how it bounces back into my palm.
