Page 4 of Redbird

My nails rake over his shoulders and neck. Leaving flour all over him.

“Please,” I gasp. “Please, sir.”

He tilts his head, drawing his cock out slowly.

“Please…what?” he says.

My teeth bite down hard on my lower lip and release it, leaving the tender skin tingling.

“Please fuck me, sir,” I whisper.

His hips go still and his hand releases my hair. My breath catches as he slides a finger under my discreet collar, pulling it tight. I’m so turned on I can’t control the way my pussy grips him.

“Mine,” he says. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I breathe. “Sir.”

He releases the collar and braces his hand on the wall beside me. Upstairs, I can hear the water running through the pipes. We have a few more minutes to ourselves before we have to go back to being parents.

He draws out, dragging his cock to the head. Then he slams it back into me and my nails pierce his skin. My vision flashes and I hear how wet I am.

“Fuck me, redbird, you’re tight,” he groans.

Sweat breaks out on my upper back. I’m flat against the wall as he starts fucking hard, giving me all the power in that broad body. My skirt is up around my waist and my hair is tangled around my sweaty neck. His other hand grips my thigh, holding me up easily and spreading me open at the same time.

He slams me into the wall, taking what he wants. My pleasure sparks and gets closer every time the head of his cock drags over my G-spot.

He pushes to the hilt, until it hurts, and grinds into my clit. Then I break, hot pleasure bursting through me. I shake, pumping around him, whimpering through my teeth.

He groans and somehow goes even harder. My spine arcs, desperately trying to make room. This time, it's too much.

A whimper pushes past my lips and he eases up on me. My pussy is so full I swear I can feel him past my navel. Gently stroking my cervix with the head of his cock. I’m not used to taking him at this angle, usually I’m on my back to make more room.

His mouth brushes over mine. His body stiffens.

Then he comes, hips slamming into me as the pleasure washes over him. I feel the warmth deep inside. His groan turns into a heavy growl deep in his chest. He buries his face in my neck.

Our bodies go still.

Lungs and hearts pumping.

He lifts his head, brushing his lips over my forehead. My heart melts.

How is he so rough and so gentle all at once?

The water turns off upstairs. He pulls his cock from me and zips himself up in one movement. Then he leaves the pantry and returns in a moment with a cool, wet cloth. He sinks down on his knees and parts my thighs, cleaning our arousal and cum from my body.

He kisses my clit. And I’m a puddle on the floor.

“I guess I should make biscuits,” I say, stumbling over my words.

The corner of his mouth turns up. “I guess so.”

My face is so sweaty and flushed I can’t hide it as I wash my hands and go back to laying out the biscuits. He leaves and takes his overwhelming presence with him, heading upstairs.

In a few moments, I hear Cash talking with him. I press the back of my hands to my cheek. I need some iced tea after that.

By the time I hear them climbing down the stairs, I’m cooled down. There are pitchers of iced tea and lemonade ready on the table. The biscuits are in the oven and sausages crackle on the stove. My face isn’t flushed anymore and my hair is smoothed back.

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