Page 27 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

She stands, towering over me for a moment before she strips off her panties.

Her pussy is already glistening, wet and ready, and she climbs onto the bed, straddling my face without a word.

I don’t need instructions—I dive in, my tongue licking a stripe from her dripping cunt to her clit.

She tastes like fucking heaven, and I’m addicted.

Her thighs clamp around my head like a fucking vice, squeezing tighter and tighter as I bury my face between her legs, devouring her like a starved animal.

My tongue plunges deep into her soaked pussy, lapping up her juices.

I can feel her trembling, her hips bucking wildly against my mouth, desperate for more.

“More!” she screams, her hands clawing at the sheets as I flick my tongue over her clit, teasing it with rapid, relentless strokes.

Her moans echo off the walls as she loses herself in the pleasure I’m giving her.

I can feel her wetness dripping down my chin, her arousal smearing across my cheeks as I suck and lick her like there’s no tomorrow.

Her thighs tighten around my head even more, practically crushing my skull as she grinds her pussy against my face, demanding every last drop of ecstasy I can give her.

I respond by sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right to hit that fucking sweet spot that drives her absolutely wild.

She lets out a scream that could shatter glass, her entire body convulsing as she clenches around my fingers, her pussy pulsating with each wave of her orgasm.

“Oh my God!” she gasps, her voice ragged and hoarse as she collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving with each haggard breath.

But I’m not done yet. Actually, I’m not even fucking close.

I lift her leg over my shoulder, spreading her wide open as I lean in and lick her clean, savoring the taste of her sweetness as it coats my tongue.

It’s fucking intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.

“Fuck,” I growl, my voice low and dripping with a mixture of desire and love as I slide my cock inside her, thrusting deep and hard without giving her a moment to recover.

She cries out in shock and pleasure, her nails digging into my back as I fuck her with insatiable hunger.

Her pussy is still throbbing from her first orgasm, clenching around my cock like a fucking vice as I pound into her relentlessly.

“Harder!” she begs as I pull out and drag her around and up on her knees.

Her voice is muffled by the pillow as I grab her hips and pull her back onto me, driving my cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together is a symphony of raw, unbridled pleasure.

I can feel her pussy tightening around me again, another orgasm building as I slam into her with everything I’ve got.

“Come for me,” I snarl, my hands gripping her hips, dragging her back for each powerful thrust. And she does, her entire body shuddering as she screams my name, her pussy clamping down on my cock hard enough to bruise.

I don’t last much longer, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave as I flood her pussy with my cum, filling her up until it’s dripping out of her and pooling on the sheets beneath us.

We collapse in a sweaty, tangled heap, both of us too goddamn exhausted to move.

But even as we lay there, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of what just happened, I can already feel the hunger building again, the need to fuck her until she’s screaming my name once more.

And I will—just as soon as I catch my breath.

She rolls onto her side, buries her face in my chest, and sighs. “Best birthday ever,” she says, voice muffled by skin.

I kiss the top of her head, breathing her in. “I’ll remind you of that next time you complain about getting older.”

She smacks my chest, but she’s smiling, her whole body loose and content. I close my eyes, and for a second, nothing matters except the feeling of her wrapped around me, the echo of her voice in my ear, the promise of another hour with nothing to do but hold her.

If there’s a better way to start a day, I haven’t found it.

The phone buzzes on the nightstand, vibrating so hard it almost knocks the mug over. I groan and reach for it, already knowing who it is.

I flip the phone over, and the screen lights up with Ryker’s name and a picture of him in a Santa suit, drunk and flipping me off. I hit speaker and prop the phone on my chest.

Ryker’s voice is way too loud for this early. “We’re bringing your little terrors back in an hour. Heads up.”

I glance at Adalynn, who stifles a laugh against my shoulder. “Pussy,” I grumble halfheartedly. I already knew my kids would give him hell. “You didn’t even last until lunch.”

He snorts. “Because Alexis has already started a mutiny.” I’m not really surprised. The oldest of our twin daughters is just like her mother. “Happy birthday, Addie! I hope my dipshit twin made it good for you.”

Adalynn gives a little laugh. “Thanks, Ryker. He made it great.”

Ryker makes a gagging noise, then hangs up without saying goodbye. I drop the phone onto the comforter and flop back down, letting out a long, theatrical sigh.

“We’ve got an hour,” I say, sliding my hand up her thigh.

She raises an eyebrow. “Planning to make good use of it?”

“Hell yes.” I nuzzle my nose up the side of her neck and get to work making the best of the next fifty-five minutes.