Page 37 of Dirty Lyrics
“You’re insane, but I love you like an insane amount, so I guess it fits.”
“I love you, Songbird. I love you so fucking much,” I swear to her it’s the truth.
And then I’m kissing her again, hard and desperate, like the words she just gave me are oxygen and I’ve been drowning for months.
Because she loves me.
The real me.
And nothing else in this fucked-up world has ever mattered more.
chapter 15-rico
She says the words—we’re a family now, and we’re going to do this together—and it’s like something inside me detonates.
I’ve been begging, bleeding, clawing for her to see me, to trust me, and now she does.
My Songbird.
My wife.
My baby’s mother.
And I’m not wasting another goddamn second using words to prove what I feel for her.
Nah. Now I’m gonna use my body to show her.
I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her hard enough to bruise, my tongue thrusting deep, tasting every tear, every breath, every bit of her I’ve been starving for.
She gasps, and I swallow the sound, my hand already sliding down her back to grab a fistful of that perfect ass.
“Mine,” I growl against her lips, squeezing, grinding my cock against her thigh. “Say it, Maya. Say you’re mine.”
Her nails rake down my shoulders, her body arching into me like she can’t get close enough.
And I love it.
I love her.
“I’m yours, Rico. Always.”
That’s all I need.
I rip the tank top over her head, fling it somewhere behind me, and drag my mouth down her throat, biting, licking, leaving my mark everywhere I go.
Her tits spill into my hands, heavier now, fuller, and fuck if that doesn’t make me groan like a starving man.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, Mami,” I rasp, pinching her nipples until she cries out, then soothing with my tongue.
“These tits. Fuck, they’re gonna feed our baby, and I’m so goddamn proud of you. So amazed by what you can do.”
She whimpers, clutching at my hair as I suck one hard peak into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it while my other hand drifts down, yanking those shorts off her hips in one impatient tug.
Fuck. These outfits she wears around the house.
Tiny cotton shorts, and tight little tops that cling to her breasts and outline her baby bump. They’re so fucking hot. I don’t even let Chuy in the condo no more.
Don’t want anyone to see her like this except me. But I’m not a monster.
