Page 39 of Dirty Lyrics
Because this isn’t just sex.
It’s a fucking religion.
And Maya?
She’s the altar I’ll worship at until the day I die.
She reaches for me. Her small hands run up my body, clutching at my shoulders, my neck, and then she’s got her fingers threaded in my short hair, sending lightning bolts of awareness zipping through me, and fuck me, that’s about all the restraint I have left.
I lose it.
I slam inside her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
Her scream rips through me, making my chest burn, and I curse against her mouth, fucking into her deep, hard, relentless.
Her walls clutch me, hot and wet, milking me already, and I nearly black out.
“So wet and tight. Always so fucking wet. You were made for me, Maya. For me. Nobody else.”
She sobs my name, clawing at my back, and I pound harder, driving her into the mattress, every stroke a claim, a promise, a fucking prayer.
“I’ll never let you go again. You hear me?” I bite out between thrusts. “I’ll chain you to this bed if I have to. You’re my wife, my love, my life. You and this baby—we’re forever.”
“Rico—oh God—” She shatters, trembling around me, her pussy clamping down so hard I roar, nearly undone.
I fuck her through it, kissing her, cursing her, worshiping her with every inch of me.
And when I come, it’s with a snarl against her throat, spilling deep inside her, filling her until my body shakes with the force of it.
I collapse over her, panting, drenched in sweat, but I don’t let her go.
I wrap my arms tight around her, pinning her under me, my cock still buried deep.
“Together,” I whisper against her skin, softer now, desperate in a different way. “Always together, Maya.”
And when she whispers it back, stroking my hair, I know there’s no turning back.
She’s mine.
Forever.
And it’s about fucking time.
chapter 16-maya
I can’t believe this is happening.
Rico’s body is still heavy and warm on top of me, his heartbeat thundering against my chest, his breath hot against my skin. His arm is banded tight around my waist, like if he lets go for even a second, I’ll slip away again.
This? Us? The way he whispered together against my lips?
It’s everything I ever wanted.
But first, there’s work to do.
I smooth my hand through his damp hair, kissing his temple before whispering, “Get up.”
He stirs, mumbling against my skin. “What?”
