Page 50 of On My Side (Quiblings #3)

Ren

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Audrey is currently naked in my bed. Hands pressed to my chest, her legs bracketing my hips, and her pupils dilated. Because of me .

I’ve definitely had a wet dream about this before.

She squeals as I flip us, her stormy gray eyes wide as I take in her body yet again. “I think I need to get my glasses again…”

“ Ren ,” she giggles, planting her hands on my chest. “Please. I need you.”

I climb off the bed, grasping my dick in my hand and firmly tugging as she rolls onto her belly, wiggling her perfect ass and making my cock drip with pre-cum.

I reach to the head of the bed and grab a pillow. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart,” I murmur.

She groans as she does what I ask. “God, I’ve definitely heard Sky say that in an audio,” she groans while doing what I ask. “Was it the one where he runs into his ex at her shithead ex’s party and sneak into the shithead ex’s room and fuck…”

“On his bed?” I finish, sliding the pillow beneath her hips. “Damn, you may be his biggest fan.”

“Ren’s biggest fan? Undoubtedly. Sky’s? According to the Reddit thread, that’s definitely debatable.”

“Ah yes, Sky’s Sluts.”

“You know about Sky’s Sluts?”

I scoff. “Of course I do, sweetheart. I’m checking the subreddit at least twice a week.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “If you ever figure out my username, please ignore the feral replies I may have made in the past.”

“Oh, I will not ignore those, MeetMeInStarsHollow.” I tease.

“ Goddammit ,” she groans. “This is humiliating. When did you figure it out?”

“When I realized that user stopped posting around the same time we started dating. I’d never really paid attention before, but as soon as I understood the reference, I looked through your old replies.

I’d know my girl anywhere.” Her entire body shivers and breath catches as I run my index finger along the curve of her spine.

I climb back onto the bed and slowly drape my body over hers, my chest pressed to her back and cock just above her ass, so she knows without a doubt what she’s doing to me.

I run my tongue along the side of her neck, tasting her salty-sweet sweat and earning the whimper I’ve become obsessed with. “You manifested us, sweetheart.”

She turns her head and kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth and stroking mine with a silky touch.

I’ll be careful with you . I promise with my kiss. I’ll be careful with your body, your heart, your life, your daughter. I promise.

“You’re gonna take such good care of me, aren’t you?” she murmurs as she breaks the kiss.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to take care of anything as much as I want to take care of you.”

She tries to hide her smile by turning her head, but it’s no use. It’s too bright, and you can’t hide the sun. “Then get to taking care of me already, Lorenzo.”

“So needy,” I murmur, kissing her right shoulder blade.

She wiggles her ass and I swear into her soft skin as she rubs against my cock. “Right,” she says sarcastically. “You’re the one with the cock harder than stone and I’m the needy one.”

“Woman,” I warn, though it sounds more like desperate worship. With the pillow beneath her hips, her pussy is at the perfect level for me to sink into her.

I drape myself over her again, and guide myself to her entrance. “Spread those perfect thighs for me, sweetheart. Let me in.” She does, and it’s perfect. She’s perfect. I exhale shakily as I press the head of my cock to her slick opening, cursing loudly as I slide in.

“ Fuck ,” she curses, just as loud. Her head’s turned to the side, cheek pressed into the mattress and eyes closed as she fists the sheets.

I still my movements. “You want more?”

“Please,” she begs. “Give it to me.”

I oblige, slowly pushing into her, and god, she feels incredible.

So hot and wet and tight, like our bodies were made for one another.

I pause the few times she tenses, pulling out, leaning forward to kiss her back, and praising her before slowly pushing in again.

I repeat this until I’m fully seated in her, completely surrounded by this incredible woman.

I don’t think I belong to myself anymore. My body, my heart, my future, it belongs to the perfect woman who’s moaning my name.

“ Ren .”

I slowly pull out of her, immediately missing the feel of her around me, and thrust back in. “ Fuck .” I slide my left arm under her, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple, and my right under her belly, pulling her closer into me.

“Just like that, sweetheart. You’re taking me so well.” Well doesn’t cover the cacophony of feelings she’s giving me, not even a little bit.

She squirms beneath me, twisting from side to side as she cries out with pleasure, the pleasure I’m giving her. I lean forward, and she turns her face. “Eyes on me,” I encourage. Her lids flutter open, and her gray, hooded eyes are on me. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

“I love you,” she gasps, her body clenching around me. “I… fuck. I love you. Too much. Unsafely so.”

I kiss her, letting her words soak into my body, reminding me how much she’s trusting me with. How many of her fears she’s facing for this, for me, for us .

I want to be gentle with her, but when she’s moaning into my mouth and grasping at the sheets, it’s hard .

“More,” she gasps, pulling away from our kiss. “I need… more. Please…” Her sentence trails off with a moan when I thrust in with more force. Her sounds are loud, but not loud enough to mask the sound of our skin slapping together, and I’m obsessed with how filthy and natural it all sounds.

I move my hand from her belly to her thigh, my fingers digging into her stretch marks, her skin marked by her love. She rocks her body back to meet my thrusts with the same frantic energy I feel in my bones. She slips her hand beneath her body, gasping when her fingers circle her clit.

“Touching yourself for me, sweetheart?” I gasp, somehow able to form words in this state.

“Ungh.” Her response is muffled and unintelligible. “No. Touching myself for me,” she gasps, movements becoming jerkier and more desperate.

I bury my smile in her shoulder blade. “That’s my girl” I praise. “Do it for you, sweetheart.”

“Gonna come for you, though,” Audrey says, words garbled. “I’m close.”

I squeeze her nipple between my index finger and thumb, her responding cry an electrocution through my bones.

And then she’s gasping, body tensing around me as she falls apart.

“Aud,” I gasp, tightening my grip on her thigh and pulling her closer to me. “I can feel you coming, sweetheart. You feel so good.”

She cries out, and my balls clench as I come inside her, filling her body.

I want her to feel me everywhere, the same way I feel her everywhere.

I drop my hand from her breast, wrapping my arm around her and gently rolling us to the side so we’re spooning, my cock still pulsing inside her.

She rests her head on my arm, breath heavy as I kiss the freckles on her back.

There’s a handful of them, like whoever created her took care to place these marks only where they were needed, like they had a “less is more” mindset.

Maybe they were right, because I’m able to kiss each and every one multiple times while we catch our breaths.

“So. Good,” Audrey breathes, and my chest inflates with pride at the fact this woman, who only looked at the sexual encounters of her past with disdain, is currently trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure in my arms. That Sky’s audios made her give herself the pleasure she missed out on all those years, and that I get to give it to her now.

“So. Good,” I agree, exhaling shakily as I press my forehead to her shoulder. “So. Good.”

I’m not a scholar, but I am a reader. Even in romance, a genre that can be considered lowbrow, a plethora of words exist for everything.

Synonyms for love, for beautiful, for good …

and despite having read over fifty romance books in the last year, good is the only word I can think of to describe how it feels to have her tucked into my front like this, how it feels to still be inside her.

But maybe there’s a contradiction in the simplicity of the word, kind of like the contradiction in the simplicity of the word “love.” How can a word meaning so much, meaning something different to every human to exist, be so simple? So unoriginal?

Maybe that’s what this is. Having the woman I love, and the woman who loves me, in my arms is simply good .