Page 16 of Redbird

I obey, forcing myself to watch what he’s doing to me. I’m heaving, tears sliding down my face. A heavy tremor moves down to my core and I feel an orgasm spark. His cock stretches me and the head strokes against my deepest point, right where I need it to get me over the edge.

“Sir,” I gasp out, frantic.

“Yes, Redbird. Use your words.”

I’m shaking uncontrollably. “Please, sir, I can’t stop—I’m going to come.”

He goes still. “Ask permission.”

“Please, may I come, sir?” I wail.

His hips go harder, his cock rutting deep inside.

“Come,” he says, voice hoarse. “Now.”

It’s all too much—God, I’m about to shatter in his arms. His grip seizes, cutting off my air. My orgasm rips over the edge, and just as it explodes, he releases my throat. I gasp, the oxygen flooding my body. Making my orgasm soar to new heights, every pulse of pleasure ripping through like a storm.

Wave after wave.

He pumps his hips, jaw set. Eyes glittering behind me.

“Come, redbird,” he breathes. “Grip my cock with that pretty cunt, come all over it.”

I obey him, down to the letter. Pumping my pussy and feeling every veined inch of his cock as I come around it.

He sinks down on his hands and knees, my body pinned underneath. Instinctively, I arch against him. Seeking his ridged stomach, like steel over my back. He twitches and I catch my breath, waiting for his release.

I know he’s close—God, I want it, I need it.

My eyes roll back and flutter shut. This time he doesn’t correct me, he’s distracted. Hot breath burns the back of my neck as he fucks into my pussy with short, desperate strokes.

My orgasm ebbs and before it can stop, another starts. This time, I hear it. I’m so soaked it’s dripping down my thighs. I know his groin is wet from my arousal, I know he loves it.

Sometimes, I remember how dry I was with my first husband. It didn’t matter what he did. He never turned me on. But with Gerard, I swear I’m soaked the minute his mouth touches mine.

His hips slam into me. His cock is right up against my cervix, the pressure intense. His thrusts are short and desperate. His hand leaves my throat and he pushes me down, until my cheek is against the bed. From this angle, he’s so deep it hurts.

But in the best way—God, he makes me feel like heaven.

His broad body shudders. His breath catches.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Take my cum, redbird.”

I feel him against my deepest point. He twitches, warmth blossoms.

I didn’t take my pill today.

And he’s pumping his cum into me. Hard lurches of his body, again and again. Until I’m full.

We both go quiet, breathless. I wince as his cock drags from my battered pussy and he falls onto his back beside me. His hands flip me easily, pulling me into his thick arms. Brushing my sweaty hair from my face.

His lips touch my forehead. His hand is firm on my upper back. My heart pounds. My legs are jelly as I nestle into his chest. Soaking in his warmth.

“Good girl,” he soothes. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper.

We lie together for a while. I’m completely spent and ready to fall asleep. He gets up and I simmer in a sleepy haze in the dark room as he moves about in the bathroom. Then he’s back, taking the plug out and wiping between my thighs with a warm washcloth. He carries me to the bathroom so I can finish cleaning up. Then he bends me over the sink and rubs lotion over the heated skin of my ass and upper thighs.

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