The Davenport Christmas Chronicles - Piper Davenport Page 0,30
the apron.
“Fuck,” I breathed out when she tied the apron around her neck again.
It did barely anything to cover her tits, her rosy nipples hard enough to cut glass, and I couldn’t stop myself from drawing one into my mouth, biting down gently.
“Hatch,” she breathed out. “Don’t make me wait, love.”
I knelt in front of her, tugging her panties down her thighs and shoving my face between her legs. This was where I always started with her, and where I’d always start. Her pussy was like catnip to me and I had to taste her. Every time.
She slid one leg out of her panties and slipped it over my shoulder, bracing herself against my table. I’d lost count the number of times I’d fucked her here, probably almost as many times as our bed, but I’d fuck her anywhere, anytime if she wanted me to. I had been blessed with a woman who wanted that as much as I did, and I vowed I’d never deny her.
Even in the middle of dinner prep.
I kissed my way down her belly, still flat even after giving me my babies. She complained that she was getting old on occasion, but she simply grew more beautiful to me every day. I didn’t see the extra laugh lines she pointed out to me, because I only cared that I made her laugh. She was constantly trying to minimize stretchmarks, but I loved the way her body reminded me of the sacrifice she gave when carrying our children. There would never come a time when I’d want her to change anything. She was perfect.
I ran my tongue through her folds and slid two fingers inside of her, pumping my hand slowly as I sucked her clit. She gripped my head, her leg over my shoulder digging into my back as I tasted the beauty that was her pussy.
“Con,” she panted out. “Harder.”
I slid another finger in and slapped my palm against her as I finger fucked her. Jesus, she was beautiful when she was turned on, but she was stunning when she came, so I worked her body until I knew she was close, then I drew her clit back into my mouth, blowing on the nub as she exploded around my fingers. I ran my tongue over her folds once more, before licking my fingers clean of her juices and standing to kiss her deeply.
I took a minute to work her nipples until I felt her shiver, then I slid my hand between her legs again and slapped her pussy gently. I wrapped my lips around a nipple, biting gently as she moved her hips against my hand, dropping her head back and gripping the table as I built her another orgasm.
Biting her nipple a little harder, she cried out and I felt her come again. I grinned, kissing her before turning her to face my desk.
Maisie
I forced myself not to scream as an orgasm washed over me. I had no time to appreciate it, as my man was on his feet and bending me over his desk.
“Spread, Sunshine.”
I spread, and he slid his dick into me from behind, his finger pressing against my clit.
“Con,” I whispered.
“What do you want, Sunshine?”
“All of it, darling.”
His fingers left my clit, and he slid one through my wetness, then pressed it into my tight hole.
“Oh, god, yes,” I hissed as he worked my pussy and my ass.
He thrust deeper into me, matching the rhythm of his finger with the rhythm of his cock, and I cried out as another orgasm swept over me. He wasn’t far behind, his cock pulsating inside of me as he leaned over me and kissed the middle of my back. “Jesus, baby, you’re perfect.”
I grinned. He said that after sex every time. He said it outside of sex as well, just not as much. And he never said it when he was cross with me, which I planned to bring up next time we argued. I couldn’t wait for his response.
Hatch pulled out of me, leaving me bent over the desk, while he grabbed the box of tissues on his desk and cleaned us up. He helped me with my clothes, then fixed his own, kissing me gently before we headed back to the kitchen.
“Hatch!” Booker called. “You got a sec?”
“You good, baby?” Hatch asked me.
“Yes, love. Go.”
He kissed me again and walked away. God, I loved my man.
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Minus
It had only been a few months since I’d seen the Dogs of