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“You’re real tight,” I murmur against her cheek.

“Yeah,” she pants. Her snug cavern clamps around my finger, so hot and so slippery that I need to bite my tongue to stop from coming. “I don’t know about this.”

I let my hand rest against the junction of her legs. “That’s okay, little bird. We’re not in any hurry.”

My throbbing cock begs to differ but I silently tell it to shut up. This is about her and how she’s feeling. Except she reaches down to tug on the waistband of my jeans.

“What about you?” she says.

“I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” Her palm slides down to cup my hard-on. I nearly swallow my tongue. Even that little touch is about enough to send me over the edge. I peel her hand away.

“I was until you touched me,” I growl.

Her eyes widen. “Did I hurt you?”

I rush to reassure her. “Nah. I just have almost no control right now. I’m about one kiss away from coming in my jeans and you’re too tight for me yet.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize dicks were this big!” she wails.

“You talking about the size of my cock isn’t making it get any smaller,” I tell her. “The thing is that I think I need to eat you out. That’ll make a difference.” I withdraw my finger from her core and scoot down her body.

I’m in the process of peeling her underwear off when I hear, “A-are you sure you want to do that?”

I look up at her beautiful face. “Why wouldn’t I?”

She sucks in her lower lip. “I don’t know. I heard some guys don’t like doing that.”

“Some guys are idiots.”

“Have you done it before?”

“What? No.”

“Then how do you know you’ll like it?”

“Because it’s you, little bird. I like everything about you. I like how your curly hair feels like a pillow against my hand, I like having your gorgeous green eyes on me, and I know I’m going to like the way you taste.” I draw her panties down, run a finger through the drenched lips and then pop it into my mouth. I lick every last drop off, allowing the nectar to sink into my taste buds. Birdie watches me intently, her green eyes pinned to my face.

“Tastes like heaven.” I lift her hips up and bring her pussy to my mouth. She does taste like heaven or some kind of ethereal nectar that’s served to gods during some weird ass celebration. I drink her in, sucking and licking until the sensation of my mouth on her hot pussy drives out any ounce of embarrassment. She writhes under my grip, gasping out my name, and imploring me to help her, help her, help her.

I plunge my fingers into her, scissoring them. She screams as the orgasm crashes over her. I set her gently on the bed and tear off my clothes.

My dick is in my hand and ready to take her. I take in her body, flushed from head to toe. Her eyes are glittering in the dimly lit room. With her hair splayed across the pillow and her chest heaving from coming, she looks like a delectable offering—a maiden to be claimed.

I position my cock head at the opening of her tight, swollen hole. “I’m taking you now, little birdie. You ready?”

A lazy, sensual smile spreads across her face. “Born that way.”

I laugh at her sudden confidence. I love it. I love her and I’m not keeping that in anymore. “Little birdie, I’ve waited for you my whole life.” I part her flesh with the tip of my cock. “Now that you’re mine, I won’t ever let you go. You know this, right?” I push inside of her snugness another inch. “If another man looks at you”—I drive forward until a third of my shaft is sucked inside of her cunt—“I’ll kill him, you hear?”

She sucks in a shaky breath. “Yeah, I hear. The same goes for you.”

“I swear my allegiance to you. Birdie, you’re mine,” I shout as I plunge home. Her head goes back and her body arches, shocked at my intrusion. Her small, wet cunt spasms around my dick. I know it’s her first time but my body doesn’t care. I fuck her like a madman, shafting her juicy core over and over until she’s trembling and shivering around me as her second orgasm floods through her body, drenching my cock and setting off a response in my own system. My cum shoots out of me in long ropey jets, filling her cunt until she’s overflowing.

“I love you, Birdie. I fucking love you,” I shout.

She clutches me to her and puffs out her own declaration. “I love you, too, Nick. Please, I love you so much.”

The words shouldn’t matter so much. It’s actions that count, but her proclamation sends me over the edge again. I pound into her and come again and again until my body has nothing left. I drop to the mattress, veering to the side at the last second so I don’t crush her smaller frame with my big one. I draw her into my arms, kissing the wetness on her cheeks away.