“Nate, please,” she pleads.
I drove into her hard again, snatching her hair harder, pulling her back to me, before I send her forward.
“Say. It,” I command, grabbing her throat as my other hand finds her clit.
Moans bounce off the walls, as I agonizingly fuck her slowly. She resists. I pushed her forward on the bed, slamming my cock hard inside of her, as she belts out.
“Omen!”
Once again, harder than before.
“Whose are you, Little Bird?”
“Fuck, Omen, I’m yours, only yours,” she cries out.
I flip her on her back, yanking her close, and ramming inside her again and again. Her perfect breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“Scream it louder, Just Chantelle,” I demand, one hard thrust.
She screams my name, branding herself as mine within the household, with every painful punch of my hips that I slam into her. I pull her up, not allowing her to escape my hungry dick, she sits on my lap. Her hand presses against my cheek.
“That’smygirl,” I say, brushing her hair out of her face.
I place a delicate kiss on her nose, before dropping her back. She comes undone one right after the other, as I continues to assault her perfectly tight pussy.
“Jesus, Nate,” she says about to come for the fourth time.
Nate? No.
I stop once again before her release.
“Uh-uh,” I say, holding her angry glare.
Chantelle pulls me down close to her, kissing my neck to my ear.
“Omen,” she whispers in such a sweet tone that it tugs at my chest.
Flipping her on top of me, she quickly gets to work. Bouncing and twerking, bringing me close to release. I watch her body on top of mine, how perfectly we fit together. And as I come to my finish, I know without a doubt.
For the first time, in a long time.
I would fall in love.
And only my Little Bird could make me do it.
Thirty Eight
Malia
THEREHASN’TBEENMUCHto do while sitting in the middle of the woods twenty miles away from anyone except fuck. That’s all it seems Liam and I have done since we made amends, not so much talking about our wrongs anymore and where we go from here.
It's been almost two weeks now since we came here. Liam runs the trails or chops wood when he’s not between my thighs. I play with the weapons that are stored here, making my own shooting range in a clearing not far from the cabin.
Liam hasn’t joined me there yet and I think that maybe he’s still holding onto that bit of Mila that he met. Not Malia the arms dealer’s daughter with a hard-on for weapons of destruction. Mila the normal girl with a normal life.
I switch on the coffee maker, yawning through my sudden internal struggle with self-doubt. I don’t believe that Liam would ever cheat or look elsewhere like Caine had. I’m afraid he’s getting more than he bargained for. I’m certainly not easy to get along with.
Large arms wrap around my waist from behind while I dump the coffee grounds into the machine. Liam kisses softly along my shoulder and I tilt my head to allow him more access.