Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 8
Pitbabe S2, Chapter 31 pg 8
“Don’t whine,” I say, lightly tapping the complainer’s cheek. Instead of getting mad, the guy I tapped flashes a smile. “Talk to me nicely, and I’ll indulge you.”
“Well… we talked on the phone,” Babe replies softly, reaching for me, but I grab both his hands, leaving him defenseless. “Don’t…”
“Who’d you talk to?”
“What, you think I’m cheating or something?”
“Nah…” I ease in again, slowly this time, no longer teasing by pulling away. But I let it hang halfway, knowing it’s not enough to satisfy someone like Pitbabe. “Just curious. I’m stuck at home all day, so I wanna know who my darling’s been chatting with.”
“You, obviously.”
“Besides me,” I say, interlocking both hands with Babe’s. If you zoomed in on just our hands, we’d look like a super sappy couple. But step back and take in the bigger picture… it’s not quite as sweet, though I guarantee it’s a sight to behold. “But if my darling keeps dodging like this, I might start thinking you’re really sneaking around with someone else.”
“No way,” Babe groans, twisting his hips, pressing closer, hoping to push past the half-done tease and quench his craving. “I talked to Phii Alan.”
“Oh… got it,” I nod slowly, acknowledging him, then press our interlocked hands down on the counter. Babe is completely pinned now, but it seems the “suspect” isn’t the least bit scared of this “cop.”
“I answered. Happy now?”
“Very happy.”
“And?”
“Come here.”
I answered simply, before plunging in fully with one swift motion. Babe arched, mouth agape, as if too overwhelmed to make a sound. But within moments, he steadied his breathing, letting his back meld against the cold stone counter, surrendering to me to orchestrate the rest as I pleased. And it wasn’t because he lacked strength or passion—far from it. He knew no one in this world understood him better than I did.
“Here’s your reward for being amazing.”
How could I not know where my darling’s paradise lies?
In every second we became one, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He filled my gaze entirely, my vision shaped by the beautiful form writhing before me. His eyes glistened, lips parted, a trickle of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth beyond his control. Tears streamed from the edges of his eyes, trailing down to his temples. He moaned repeatedly, chanting my name as if it were the only word he knew.
I wasn’t the only one captivated. He made me feel like the most exquisite treasure. He sent me soaring, made me feel loved, revered, and cherished. No matter where I stood, his immense love enveloped me, gentle and warm. Babe was incredible at making me feel this way, just by lying there, gazing at me with unguarded sincerity.
His love felt so real, so beautiful, so tangible. I swear I’ve always cherished it wholeheartedly and would believe in and worship it forever—if only I could solve one puzzle.
“…More… keep going.”
Why did he have to lie?
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