Page 15 of Redbird

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, sir.” My voice is a husky whisper.

He wipes my mouth with his palm. “Good girl, now turn around and put your face in the bed. Ass up, pussy spread.”

My heart thumps like a drum. He releases me and I do as he says, spreading my knees and laying my cheek against the bed.

Back arched, soaked pussy bared.

He taps the plug and turns it once. I shudder, deep in my core. Then I hear him spit again and his big fingers work the wetness over my sex.

“You’re soaked,” he rumbles.

“Yes, sir,” I moan, eyes rolling as his middle finger slips back in for a second.

The bed dips as he kneels over me. We’re in the same exact place we were the first night we fucked, except this time I’m face down, ass up. My thighs quiver as the thick, blunt head of his cock pushes against my pussy.

I gasp, unable to help myself.

The truth is, it always hurts going in. Even after all this time. He’s a big man, every part of him, and I can only take him when I’m soaked.

Even then, there’s always an adjustment period.

A flash of pain, an ebb of discomfort. Then he stretches me, and pleasure sparks. Drowning everything else out. He inches into me and I gasp, the pressure intense. It’s so much harder to take him when I’m wearing a plug.

My muscles clench around his veined length and he groans, falling over me. Lean stomach and big, warm body against mine. He’s not in all the way—he’s waiting to give me the rest. Giving me time to get used to the feeling.

“How is it, redbird?” he breathes.

“Good, sir,” I pant. “I’m…very full.”

He slides a hand up over my stomach, between my breasts, and grips my throat. Holding me steady as his hips start pumping. Pushing me little by little to take the rest of his cock.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Hush, you can take it,” he says.

I know I can, and if I can’t, I always have my safeword. But I don’t want him to stop, I want to be forced to take the rest. I want his body on mine, his strong hands guiding me until we’re fully joined.

Desperate, I push back against him. His hand slides between us and keeps me from taking the rest.

“Beg,” he whispers, his voice harsh and dark. “This time, I want you to mean it.”

“Please, sir,” I gasp. “Please, give me your cock. I’ll do anything.”

He slides in a little more. I’m so desperate and so deep in a submissive state, I really would do anything for him. His grip on my throat increases. In slow, building pulses.

“I’m begging you, sir,” I manage, my voice strangled.

All at once, he slides his cock to the hilt, until his body is fully against mine. A whimper works its way out. My pussy grips him, making my brain buzz with satisfaction.

He pumps his hips lightly, breaking me in until the pain ebbs.

“Good girl,” he rasps, leaning forward. He flips the headboard, revealing the mirrored back.

My eyes lock to his reflection. He’s bare-chested, his stomach tensed. The bull skull on his torso is heavily shadowed. He tenses his arm and pulls me up until my body is off the bed. Holding me in midair, he starts pumping his hips.

My eyes roll back, fluttering shut.

“No, eyes open,” he orders. “Watch your pretty, little cunt get ruined, you filthy whore.”

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