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“So cheesy.”

“But you love it,” he says, and I softly giggle but do exactly as he told me.

Eight

Cougar

I admit it; I’m terrified. This all-encompassing fear about hurting AJ or my son is real. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did anything that ended up hurting her or our son. While she definitely played the manipulation card, just a tiny bit, I understand why she did. Her need is written on her face. Had she not spoken to me, I still would have been able to see what she so desperately craves.

I have neglected her, in this sense, for too long. I have had so many nights of taking care of myself because I was trying to do right by her and the baby. I know the shit she went through before she found me, and I didn’t want to add to that. I want to be the one that makes her happy and makes her smile. I also want to be the one who makes her scream as she comes.

I let fear control me. I can’t allow it anymore. I need her, I want her, and she wants me too.

“Lay back and spread your legs, Birdie. It’s about time I make you sing.”

“So cheesy,” she smiles while letting out a soft giggle. Her smile is beautiful, and I want to do everything in my power to make it stay on her face. But for right now, I want her smiles to turn into screams.

Standing between her legs at the end of the bed, I fold her legs up and spread them as far as they’ll go. I lean over her bump and kiss her lips. I put as much as I can into the kiss, letting her know that I want her just as much. When she moans into my mouth, I swallow it. Her pleasure is delicious, and I’ve only just begun.

I make my way down her body. I leave kisses everywhere. When I get to her nipples, I suck them into my mouth. I know that her boobs hurt, so I attempt to be gentle. Apparently, that was the wrong choice.

She pulls my hair hard, forcing me to detach from her body. “I told you, John. I’ll tell you if it hurts. Fucking suck me.”

I attempt to say yes, ma’am, but I can’t. She’s smashed my face onto her chest, and I latch on as hard as she told me to. Using my teeth, I grind them together with her nipple in between. Her hiss, followed by a moan, tells me this is precisely what she wanted.

My Birdie likes a little bit of pain.

As I lavish one of her nipples, my fingers pinch, twist, and pull the other one. Her nails dig into my scalp as her body writhes beneath mine.

“John, fuck. I need more.”

I don’t want her to have to tell me any more than that. I remove myself from her nipples and travel down. I land on my knees at the end of the bed and throw her legs over my shoulders. My arms wrap around her legs, holding her in place, and I dive in.

She tastes heavenly.

I have never tasted anything like her. Nothing in this world compares.

I get lost in the sounds she makes. I let my mouth and my fingers take over. I shut off my mind and put all of my focus into making her come. I want her to experience release like she never has before. I want to be the only one she thinks of, always.

As my fingers enter her, I suck hard on her clit. Her hands grip and pull my hair, and my moan of pain causes her a moan of pleasure. She doesn’t hold back as she takes what she needs. I lick and suck while she humps my face. She pulls me into her body as close as she can while she does it.

I need her to take what she wants as she sits on my face.

She isn’t afraid to take. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’s proven she will do whatever is needed to get it.

I take my cock out of my jeans, but I don’t touch myself. The strain was just becoming too much. The pressure is making me want to bust. I refuse to come anywhere except in her. I will not cover the end of her bed in cum the very first time I have her.

“Jesus, John. Right there. Please don’t stop. Don’t…I’m gonna…John!”

As she screams my name, she explodes. My face is soaked as she comes all over me. I don’t stop. I suck on her pulsing clit and finger her—continuing to rub her G-spot with my middle finger.

When her clit stops pulsing, and her body relaxes, I turn my head and kiss her thigh. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Birdie. You’re a damn work of art when you come.”

Her chest rises and falls, and her hands rub absentmindedly from her face to her breasts. She pushes them together, curls her fingers around them, and squeezes. When she lets go, her palms come together, almost as if she’s praying. She then brings her hands up under her chin before her fingers come up to the sides of her mouth. I’m lost in what she’s doing. I groan when both index fingers go in her mouth, and she bites down.

One of her hands leaves her mouth and latches back into my hair. While she bites her finger on her other hand, she pulls my hair, and I follow her like a lost puppy.

Before my mouth even gets to hers, her tongue is out, searching for my own. It’s filthy and the sexiest kiss I’ve ever had. The fingers I used to get her off are now the same ones I’m using to hold her face still as I devour her mouth. I pull back and slide my fingers deep into her mouth, making her gag. When I pull them back, she closes her lips around them and sucks. Her tongue starts to work my fingers as if they’re my cock.

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