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“Tell me,” I beg, gone mental with need.
“Yes!” Birdie’s luscious body jerks with her orgasm, her fingertips digging into my scalp as if trying to keep from floating away.
I loop my arm around her ribs and the other around her hips to hold her in place as I sink my teeth into her neck with a throaty growl and fill her with my cum.
Chapter 12
Teagan
Elliott slowly releases my neck, placing featherlight kisses over the spot where he’d bitten me like a wild animal, my body going lax in his comforting hold. My eyes flutter shut when he kisses across my shoulder, his dick twitching inside me as it softens.
And here I am, idly scratching the nape of his neck, humming with contentment the longer he’s affectionate with me. “Why do you call me ‘Birdie’?”
“Your hair,” he says, sweeping the strands back behind my opposite shoulder. “As black as a raven’s feathers.”
A sad smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I only allowed my grandpa to call meRaven, though plenty of people tried to stick me with that nickname when I was younger.
“And your voice…As pretty and sweet as a bird’s song. I could listen to you talk all day long.”
“If I’m Birdie and…and…Mama, then who are you?” I tease, turning pliant inside and basking in his compliments. It’s been a long time since anyone has done anything more than criticize me, from my weight to my age to my parenting. It’s a nicechange.He’snice. At least, for now.
Elliott chuckles, his big chest vibrating against my back. “Anything you want me to be—just not Grandpa or Santa.”
“Well, you wouldn’t bemygrandpa, would you?”
“I’m old enough to be,” he says in a grumpy whisper.
“No, you’re not. My daddy, though…” A giggle slips past my lips when he grumbles at that. “How about Big Papa? Oooh, or maybe Papa Bear? That’s sexy, right?” I ask with another giggle at the silly nicknames, lifting my hand to slide my fingers through his hair, transported to a different time and place where laughter and joy were the norm, not the exception.
“You’re serious?”
I laugh. “All your grunting and growling and—”
“Being as big as a bear,” he says with a huff, as if he’s offended, but not quite.
“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.”
“It’s not?” he asks, kissing up my neck to the corner of my jaw, cupping my tender left breast, his dick starting to thicken within me.
“No, it’s definitely not.” I squeeze my sore pussy around him, thinking maybe I wouldn’t mind having another orgasm if he’s ready for round two.
All the contentment I had found falls by the wayside when Elliott tries to drag his lower hand up under my nightgown to my waist. That’s when my good—arguable—senses come back to me, and I push away his arm, dropping forward onto my hands.
“I need to clean up,” I say, waiting for him to pull out. “Elliott?” I look up over my shoulder when he doesn’t do so, finding his brows deeply creased in the middle as he stares at where we’re joined. “I need to clean up,” I say a little louder,colder.
His chest rumbles low when he grips my hips andso very fucking slowlywithdraws from me, his cum already spilling down my inner thighs. I have to bodily push him out of the way so I can slide down to the floor, squeezing my legs together so I don’t make a mess, shuffling toward his bedroom door.
“Wait,” he says, circling his hand around my wrist to pull me back after tucking his half-hard dick into his sweatpants. “We need to talk.”
I sigh and repeat tersely, “I need to clean up.”
“Exactly.” He rubs his thumb across my inner wrist. “We didn’t use a condom. I came inside you. Twice.”
I don’t bother responding, because obviously I know that.
“You’re not worried about getting pregnant?”
“No,” I say, tugging my arm back. “You don’t have to worry, either.”
