Page 25 of Love is Blind

I turn my head slightly, giving him a view of my face.

“I was just busting chops with your buddies before. I don’t actually smoke.”

“Brothers, not buddies,” he corrects. His lips part on my neck and he sucks my flesh between his teeth.

“Whatever,” I say, sliding my hands down his thighs. I don’t know what time it is, but the sun will eventually rise, and Cinderella’s coach will turn into a fucking pumpkin.

A rotten one at that.

I nestle my ass deeper into the vee between his legs and squeeze his thighs.

“I want to ride you,” I whisper, angling my head to give him more room. “Just like this.”

His mouth goes still on my neck and a smile spreads across my lips.

“Cat got your tongue, Casper?”

“No, a little fucking birdie did all that.” I laugh and he nuzzles my neck. “Get on, girl, and ride me until your sweet cunt aches.”

If that isn’t the best invitation a girl can get, I don’t know what is.

Chapter Six

Ghost

I’m nota man who has found peace many times in his life, but in this moment—with Birdie’s feet tucked under my thighs and her ass perched high in the air, those golden locks falling down her back, matted from a night of fucking yet still shiny—I’m at fucking peace.

Giving her hips a squeeze, I release them and slide my hands over her ass, giving each globe a squeeze. If she wasn’t so fucking raw, I’d claim that too. Prime that tight little hole and bury myself balls deep inside that heat. Instead, I lower my gaze and bite the inside of my cheek as I stare at her pussy—pink, wet, swollen, and stretched around my cock. She glides up and down, her ass bouncing as she rides me slowly.

What a sight.

“I think I love your cock,” she pants, grinding down.

Girl may love my cock, but I’m thinking she’s also a fan of this position. It’s the second time she’s riding me reverse. The first was last night, after our first go at one another. She tucked her legs under mine, took a seat on my cock and rode me while she played with her clit. Girl came so hard, she nearly passed out. Luckily, I had sense to grab a condom that time or I would’ve decorated her back real nice.

We both fell asleep after that, a rarity for me seeing as I don’t remember the last time I found sleep so easily, but I sure as shit can tell you there wasn’t a woman next to me when it happened. Having Birdie tucked beside me, her leg thrown over mine—it was nice.

Real fucking nice.

A little while ago, I woke up with her lips around my cock.

Also, nice.

Now, here we are…again… at peace. I bring my hands to her hips and pull her down hard, driving my cock deeper.

“Fuck, Birdie,” I growl as her pussy clenches around me. If last night didn’t ruin me, this morning is bound to do the job. I’m about to thrust again when someone pounds on the door. I tune out the sound, though. There ain’t a damn thing more important than this.

I guide her up and down on my cock.

Faster.

Harder.

The sound of her ass slapping against my thighs drowns out the knocking.

“Ghost,” she pants, curling her fingers around my ankles. Her nails dig in as I lift my hips and push even deeper. The knocking grows louder, more frantic and Birdie stills. Lifting her head, she follows the sound.

“Someone’s at the door,” she shrieks breathlessly. I’m about to tell her to ignore it, that there isn’t a brother in their right mind who would interrupt me this morning when she pulls her legs free and scrambles off me. Losing her warm pussy, my cock flaps against my stomach.

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