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“Fuck, Birch, how do you do this? How the hell do you still make me feel this way after so many years?”

Lowering his lips to my cheek, he whispered. “I think people call that love.” Licking the shell of my ear, he nibbled the lobe.

All of the air in my lungs rolled out as my head fell towards my shoulder to make room for his mouth. Light kisses hit my throat, as he worked his way down, turning my muscles into limp spaghetti.

Grazing the sharp edges of his teeth around my neck, my skin exploded in goosebumps. “There it is, that's what I was looking for.” His words buzzed over my flesh, making my body hot. “Now I know your pussy is wet, and if I'm right—” Biting my collarbone, he blew cool air across my throat. “Your pussy is fucking dripping, wishing for me to take it.”

Moaning quietly, my eyes closed on reflex, body melting into his hands. Birch had spent years learning all the places that gave me goosebumps if he kissed them or caressed them just right.

His eyes never stopped watching me, they never left my body, not once. Taking notes on how I moved or whimpered, he payed careful attention to how my body reacted to his lips and hands.

I felt like an instrument he had been playing for years. He knew my chords, he knew which string to pluck and strum so I sang for him. It was perfect, always perfect.

Releasing his hand from my wrist, I kept stroking the hard member as Birch slipped his fingers under my shirt.

Hard pads caressed my breasts, plucking at the pebbled beads. “You want this, don't you?” Another moan spilled from my mouth, louder and less controlled. “Sing for me my sweet little siren.” Sharp teeth clamped down on my shoulder, biting into the flesh.

There was no escaping him now. My mind had turned off, refusing to let thoughts that weren't about his cock come through.

Moaning, my eyes closed tight as I pushed my chest up and forced my tits into his hands.

Growling, he twirled my perked flesh hard, grinding his cock into my hand. Birch knew exactly what he was doing, and he was loving every second of it.

His eyes flirted with a primal smile, teeth nibbling his bottom lip as he grunted. In one quick spin, strong hands flipped me onto my stomach, and bent me over the bar.

With painful slowness, he slid a hand down my spine, curling his fingers into my hips. Working my pants, he popped the button and slipped his hand into my panties, searching for my sex.

“Fuck, Cyprus, you're so damn wet right now.” A single finger dipped between my folds, massaging the juice against my clit.

“Mm,” cooing, my head snapped forward, fingers clutching the firm wood edge. Brushing the counter with my belly, the cold surface iced my skin, forcing me to suck in a quick gulp of air.

“Tell me what you want, Babe. Tell me what you want me to do.” Rolling his hips, he massaged the dimples above my ass with his thumbs. “Let me hear you say it.” Gliding a hand back into my panties, he cupped my mound, putting pressure on my swelling nub.

“Fuck me, Birch.” The tip of his finger flicked my clit, causing my legs to tremble. “Fuck me.” The words came out built on nothing but air as my hips rocked, forcing his finger against my needy button harder.

“That's what you want, hm? You want me to fuck you?”

All I could do was nod. I had lost my voice as his finger massaged and swirled my hot center, forcing all the words from my mind. An air-filled moan escaped my lips as he pushed his finger into my pussy, then pulled it free to find my clit again.

Running his free hand up my back, he tangled his fingers into my hair and tugged the locks with a quick snap. “Tell me, say it so I can hear you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Again.”

“Fuck me.” Groaning, my ass rolled and bucked, pushing into his belly.

Tearing at my pants, he worked them down over my thighs, leaving them to trap my knees. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he gripped my roots and shoved my head down against the bar. “Again, say it again. I love hearing you beg for me.”

“Fuck me, Birch.”

I heard the metal teeth on his jeans as he tore open the zipper. Harsh fingers dug into my ass cheek and pulled the plump flesh apart. A throaty growl rolled off his tongue, as the tip of his cock pressed my entrance.

My body was on fire, begging for him to take me. I needed his cock, I needed to feel him deep inside me. There was nothing I could do once I hit that level of greed. I had to have him, right there, right then.

If he even tried to stop and walk away, I would have jumped him like a starving cougar, and devoured him whole.

In one quick thrust, Birch's length was buried inside my pussy, pulsing and throbbing as he stilled. He didn't move, allowing my walls to stretch around the muscle and lubricate his cock.