UNWANTED DEVOTION

DON'T STOP BIRDY...

"All done," I said, and immediately, Kian scooped me up in a bridal hold.

"Kian..." I said loudly, quickly putting my hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them toward the back of his neck, supporting myself in his hold.

He started walking toward the hall, his piercing gaze locked on me.

"Birdy..." he whispered, and I hummed in response. After that, he didn't say anything, and I didn't either.

When we reached the sofa, he sat down, pulling me into his lap. One of his hands rested on my waist, the other on my chin. He tightened his hold on my cheeks, forcing my lips into a pout, and then pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened as his dead stare bore into me. His mouth opened, capturing both of my lips, covering them in saliva as he moved against me. His tongue touched my lips again and again, hungrily, moving at a fast pace, and I let him. When I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth, I opened it, letting him inside. His tongue and mine rolled around each other, the kiss making my entire body feel hot while his gaze sent shivers through me.

His hand left my cheeks and grabbed one of my breasts, giving it a harsh squeeze. I moaned his name loudly. His fingers circled around my nipple, and I tried to pull back, but Kian didn't let me, his lips still kissing me mercilessly. His hand slid down and pulled my dress up to my waist. Without warning, he slipped his hand inside my panties, rubbing me at the fastest pace. I kept letting out whimpers, but Kian kept covering my mouth with his lips and tongue. I wanted to cry, to moan out loud, but couldn't. He was teasing me, and then suddenly, he stopped, making me whine at the loss of sensation. I wanted to beg him not to stop, to let me come, but I couldn't.

"On your knees, Birdy..." he demanded, and I quickly slid off his lap, kneeling under his dark gaze, which never once left me.

He didn't say anything for a few minutes, just kept looking at me while my pussy throbbed, clenching and unclenching on its own.

Then, catching me off guard, he said, "Suck me off, princess..."

For a moment, I wasn't sure what to do. Then, gathering my courage, I moved closer to him while still on my knees, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

The Calvin Klein logo came into view, and I glanced up at Kian again. His gaze was still dark, his eyes locked on me. I looked down again, slowly sliding my hand inside his underwear.

I touched his part gently, and he let out a loud groan, cursing and saying, "Fuck, Birdy..."

I couldn't help but moan in response.

"Don't stop," he commanded, and I knew what I had to do. I slowly pulled out his shaft with my hands and started stroking it, moving my hand up and down. My eyes stayed on Kian's face, watching the mix of expressions he wore—none of them angry or cruel, but something so sexy and hot.

"Suck it, Birdy," he commanded, groaning, and my face moved automatically toward his shaft, my eyes still on his face. I gave his shaft a small lick before taking the whole length into my mouth, slowly moving up and down. His hands quickly found my hair, pushing me in and out. It hit the back of my throat—it was painful, yes, but the way Kian reacted to every move I made, I felt something different. I wanted to hear him, I wanted to feel him.

We continued like this for a few minutes, my speed increasing, until he let out a loud groan, coming right into my mouth with hot semen. It was so hot...

He quickly pulled me up by my arms and kissed me deeply, tasting himself in my mouth. His hands stayed in my hair, messing with it as he pulled me closer.

"Fuck, I love you," he said against my lips, and I let out a soft moan. "Fuck, I love you. I love you so much. You're so good to me, Birdy..." He said it again and again, groaning into my mouth as my grip tightened on his shirt. He quickly pulled me onto his lap, lifting my dress. My panties pressed against his naked shaft, grinding against my clothed pussy. I moaned loudly, feeling it through my wet panties.

Then, suddenly, he pushed my panties aside and entered me, thrusting his whole length inside. Over and over, in and out. I bounced on him while he kept pushing deeper inside me.

With a loud moan, he came inside me, and I came on his thigh...

I was tired, but only a little, not too much. He picked me up again, taking me into the bathroom, cleaning us both up. I freshened up first, and then he got ready. I quickly walked downstairs and started arranging dinner for him. He came down a few minutes later, dressed in a blue t-shirt and black jeans, drying his hair slowly, his eyes soft as he looked at me. I passed him a smile, and though he didn't respond, I saw something beautiful flicker in his eyes.

He sat at the table, and I served him, placing an empty plate beside him. I sat down and was about to serve myself when suddenly...

"Did you eat, Birdy?" he asked.

"Huh?" I looked at him with a confused expression.

"No, I didn't..." I answered softly, picking up the bowl.

"I was asking about lunch, Birdy," he said again, and I frowned but still answered, "Yes, I did, hubby."

"But I didn't," he responded, turning his gaze toward me before saying, "So, you won't have dinner too, princess?"