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She moans around me and the vibrations are felt down to my scrotum. Her cheeks hollow out as she comes up, licking beneath my frenulum to my glans, swirling and wiggling her vicious tongue. I spread my thighs farther. “Daddy… wassohard.”
A shiver rolls between my shoulder blades before shooting down my spine and lapping at my balls. By how hard I am, and how I can feel her saliva dripping down them, I can tell she’s been at this for a while. “Such a good girl, Amourette.” I grip her head by the temples and slowly guide her up and down, groaning at the pressure she causes when she sucks me in deeper, trying to take all of me in. But I need to be teased. I need to be worshipped. “Slower. I want to be ready to burst by the time I get inside of your pussy, Raven. Ohhhh fuck… like that, Little Bird. Your mouth is such a fucking tease. That’s it… a little more.. Just like that.”
My heels find purchase on the mattress, my hips buck up to meet her downs, my fingers entangle themselves into the chocolate and silver strands I adore, attached to the woman I was made to love. “Oh, god, Raven. Your mouth is sinfully exquisite. Come here, Little Bird, sit on my face. I need totaste you.” She obeys so sweetly, and I throw the pillows off the bed and onto the floor. It’s laundry day, anyway. She pulls her panties off quickly and I grow harder at the vision of her squatting down to sit on my face. I love the soft swell of her stomach, the soft, round firmness of her teardrop breasts, the hard, pink pearled nipples, the way her puffy lower lips part as soon as she sits her pussy on my face and I’m fed the most delicious nectar.
“Damon…” she breathes, reaching back to pump my cock with her fist, while she grinds down on my mouth.
Every undulation of her hips has her moaning with every swipe of my tongue.
I’m not going to last.
I lift her suddenly, and place her on her back, guiding my cock to her slick entrance and crudely shove every inch of myself into her until I slam home. That same electrifying shiver I’m all too familiar with follows, making me want to come but I hold back, dragging my cock to feel every groove of her inner walls gripping me so tight I groan a tormented whisper meant only for her ears.“Putain, Amourette.”
I work us into a frenzy, sliding my hand between us. Not to play with her but to feel where we’re connected, finding where she begins, and I end. Only then do I begin to play with her swollen, needy clit.
“Damon, I love you.”
“Then show me how you love me, Little Bird. Come for me. That’s it. God, you grip me so well when you come for me. Every flutter. Every spasm. Ohhhh putain,fuck, Amourette. Chaque putain de centimètre de toi est exquis.”Every fucking inch of you is exquisite. “Je t'aime plus qu'il n'y a d'étoiles dans le ciel, petit oiseau. Tu est tout pour moi.”I love you more than there are stars in the sky. You are everything to me.
“Damon!”
White dots blur my vision as the same searing heat rushes down my back, collected at the base of my spine and pushing forward as she pulsates and clenches. “That’s it. Keep giving it to me. You’re making me want to fill you up. That’s it. Such a filthy fucking girl. Oh, god, yes Raven. Yes!” My orgasm barrels out of me. I pull out, painting my sweet girl in every ounce of cum I can muster. Her pussy, her stomach. It hits her breasts and her chin, causing my demented little cumslut tosmile. I stare down at the mess I’ve created, loving when she begins to move her hands and collect it all. I help her, massaging my essence into her skin so she can wear me all day.
I kiss her… everywhere, only to land on her lips with a grin. I shuffle us then twist, landing beside her. “That… was a very good morning.”
She giggles and tucks herself into my side so we can sleep a little while longer, in each other’s embrace.
The way it will forever be.
No matter what may come.
Chapter Six
Raven.
Sabrina has been weird all week.
After Jonas’ game on Thursday, we’re all hanging out- Maksim included. It’s been awesome to watch them fall in love with each other and I’m so happy she’s finally letting herself be happy. I go into the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine, hearing her hushed whispers carry through but not enough to really be able to make out the words.
When I come back into the dining room to give Maverick the bottle of wine, they all hush and he glares at Sabrina.
They’re all beginning to irritate me.
Sabrina looks guilty all the time these days, like she has a secret on the tip of her tongue and she’s been avoiding deep conversation so she doesn’t tell me. I’m starting to think she’s pregnant and waiting for the right time to tell me. Even though it’s starting to grate on my nerves a bit, I stay focused on the things I need to do and stay patient. She’ll blurt it out soon enough.
She and Jonas are the same in that aspect. Neither of them can keep a secret. Sometimes, it’s like they’re siblings. I like that. It’s the same with me and Parker. Maksim is starting to loosen up more around us since we helped him with that thing.Even though he’s still really serious most of the time. His humor is very dry.
There’s a tapping on the glass behind me. I pull the violin away from my chin and lower my bow. I hike a brow at Jordan and he opens the door. “You’ve done great, Raven. Parker’s downstairs waiting for you.”
Just Parker?
Okay, yeah. This is weird.
I give Jordan a quick nod, put my violin in my case and carry it out with me along with my cello. Parker stands around in his regular dark denim jeans and a black V-neck thermal shirt. One pale green eye and one brown eye look at me, and he grins. “Hey.”
I quirk a brow.
He chuckles, taking booth cases from me. “She’s next door checking out the boutique.”
