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Those words—God. They landed like lightning in my blood. I couldn’t stop the sound that tore out of me, raw and low. My hands gripped tighter, guiding her movements.
“You’re perfect,” I rasped. “So fucking perfect, baby.”
She stilled, leaned down, and brushed her lips on the corner of my mouth. “No one’s ever made me feel this full,” she whispered. “Like you were meant to be inside me. Like my body’s been waiting for this.”
I looked up at her, completely undone. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
She moved again, rolling her hips until I couldn’t breathe right. Until the only thing that existed was her warmth wrapped tight around me, her breath catching when I hit her G-spot.
“You’re ruining me,” I said, the words slipping out like a confession. “No one else, Wren. Just you. It’s always been you.”
She stopped moving her hips against mine. Her fingers threaded into my hair as she kissed me—hungry, sweet, a little shaky. Like she felt everything too.
She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “Then don’t stop,” she said, voice trembling with truth. “I want all of it. All of you. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want you to know I’m yours.”
I held her face in both hands, pressing my forehead to hers.
“And I am yours,” I looked her in her eyes and continued. “You have all of me, Wren.”
And she moved—faster now, desperate and aching and close—and I met her there, heart wide open, letting her take me apart.
“Wren, I—fuck—I’m gonna come.”
Her pussy clenched tight around my cock as she threw her head back in ecstasy. We came together. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body trembling around me as my own broke apart inside her. My name left her lips like a breathless prayer, and I held her through every second of it, as if I let go, I’d lose something I’d never get back.
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, clinging to each other, hearts racing, breaths tangled. But eventually, her body softened against mine, chest still rising and falling as if trying to catch up. I pulled my now soft penis out of her, neither of us caring about the mess of my cum spilling out of her. And honestly, it was so fucking hot. My cock twitched at the thought of her filled so full of my cum.
I reached for the blanket we’d tossed onto the other side of the truck bed earlier and pulled it over us. The night air had a bite, but under the weight of her and the warmth between us, I didn’t feel it.
She was still straddling me, forehead pressed to my chest, her breath slow and steady now. I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed the top of her head.
“You okay, Little Birdie?” I murmured.
She nodded against me, mumbling something soft that I couldn’t quite catch. Then she shifted off me and curled up beside me, her bare legs tangling with mine under the blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. She fit there—like she always had, even before either of us knew it.
“Sleep,” I whispered. “I’ve got you.”
Her fingers found my chest, resting right over my heart. A minute later, her breathing deepened, slow and peaceful. She’d dozed off, completely undone and safe in my arms.
I stared up at the stars overhead, my hand still running through her hair. My thoughts were loud even in the quiet—about how much she meant to me, about how strange life would have been if I never got to know what it felt like to love her like this.
Eventually, even those thoughts faded. The rhythm of her breath, the warmth of her skin, and the weight of the night grounded me. I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep beside her.
Home. That’s what this felt like.
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My eyes flew open to darkness. Not the dreamy, starlit kind. The heavy kind—quiet, disorienting, and laced with panic. I sat up fast, heart pounding. The blanket slipped from my bare chest as the cool air bit at my skin.
“Oh my fucking God.”
The sky was darker than before. The stars had started to fade, the night thinning into that pale blue-gray just before dawn. I reached around blindly and grabbed the first phone I could find—Reed’s. I tapped the screen.
Three fourteen a.m.
