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Unable to stop myself, I hooked a finger through her panties and tugged until the seams ripped and the fabric fell away, leaving nothing between her and me. If she wanted new panties, I’d buy them, just to fucking see her like this.
“Are you on the pill?” I huffed in her ear. “I want to fuck you like I want.”
“Yes,” she said, begged. “Fuck me.” She spread her legs, and my tip pressed against her slick entrance.
Her hole was so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, it had to stretch around my girth. Just like in our dirty texts, I slowly pressed into her, letting her feel every single inch. And once I was all the way inside, I flexed.
Birdie cried out in pleasure. “Cohen!”
“This is just the start,” I promised, whispering into her ear. I wanted her to feel good. So fucking good she would never look at another man, because Birdie was mine. And fuck, I was hers.
She tightened around my cock, and I rolled my hips slowly, rhythmically, pushing deeper inside until we couldn’t get any closer. Until she tightened on my cock and I pulled back, giving her a moment of reprieve before doing it all over again.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, sliced into my back, giving me the best pain. Her body was beautiful underneath mine.Shewas beautiful. I looked in her eyes, those pretty blues. “I love your body,” I said. “So soft.” I dipped my head down and kissed her neck. “So sexy.” I moved my mouth, biting and sucking and teasing until she writhed underneath me, moaning.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Not yet,” I ordered, pulling out.
She bit her lip, eyes shining. “Cohen, please.”
“Together,” I said. We’d started this together, and I wanted us to see how high we could go, together.
My brave, sexy girl nodded, and I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of her head. Her wild blond curls tickled my wrists, and her breath puffed against my chest before I pushed inside her again, filling her to the brim.
“On the count of five,” I said. “And don’t you dare come before.”
She bit her bottom lip, quivering around me.
“Five,” I said, pumping slowly.
She turned and bit my forearm, barely holding on. That made two of us.
“Four,” I commanded, moving faster, slamming into her.
Her legs shook around me.
“Three.”
She let out a scream.
“Two, damn it. Not yet,” I said to both of us, slamming into her again.
Then I lowered my mouth to hers, covered it with my own. “One.”
She screamed into my kiss, falling apart around my cock, milking my come as we shuddered with wave after wave, her vagina pulling me deeper and deeper inside, milking me for everything I had and more.
I pumped until the waves of our orgasms faded to aftershocks. And once I was sure my girl was finished, I slowly rolled aside, holding her tight. Birdie was everything, everything and more. I kissed her perfect lips, and she kissed me back, her soft fingers grazing the back of my neck and into my hair.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay there—minutes, hours maybe with her twisting her fingers through my hair and me holding her body against mine.
It was heaven, pure fucking bliss.
Until I heard the sound of a key in a deadbolt.
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