"Yes. Do it," she pleads, her lip shaking.
I tease her wet entrance with the tip of my cock. "You're beautiful, Bluebird. So fucking beautiful and so fucking good, all wet and tight for me."
"Please," she breathes, digging her nails into my ass.
"Maybe you're too wholesome for me. Maybe you won't be able to handle me," I tease.
She shakes her head. "No, Dr. Mercer. Rail me so deep I feel it in my stomach. Please. Use me like your filthy little slut tonight so I drip with you for days. Please. I've been so empty without your cock owning me. Don't make me wait anymore. Don't?—"
I push her chin back, thrust hard inside her, not stopping until I'm all the way in.
"Holy...oh..." She blinks fast.
I groan as sweet relief and heat like I've never felt before pummel me. I pull out and slide my shaft over her clit.
"R-Red," she stutters.
"Which one do you want, Bluebird?" I shift faster.
"Oh God," she cries out, her eyes roll, and her hips jerk. "R-R-R-Red!"
"God, I've missed this pretty cunt of yours. All of it." I shimmy again, then dive back inside her, burying myself in another brutal stroke.
Her cry rips through the room, her walls clenching around me like a fist.
I lean down to her ear. My voice comes out in a rough gravelly tone. "That's it, baby. Take it all. Feel how fucking deep I am? This cunt was made for me, squeezing so tight like it's scared I'll pull out again."
"D-don't! Please. J-j-just keep going," she begs, her body convulsing under me.
The man I never knew was in me before I met her comes out in full force. I vow, "I'm not pulling out. I'm fucking you raw, Blue. You're going to come so hard you soak the sheets, then I'm flipping you over and doing it again until you can't walk straight tomorrow. You're mine. Now say it while I wreck you."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Blue
Red notches at my entrance and teases my clit with his thumb until I'm whimpering, my hips jerking up in desperate little bucks. Then he thrusts hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
The exquisite stretch is borderline too much after he waited so long without letting me have him. Every ridge of him drags against my sensitive walls, reigniting nerves that have been screaming for weeks.
"Say it," he grits through his teeth, his eyes dark and unhinged.
My adrenaline kicks up. I wrap my legs higher around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back to lock him in place. "I'm yours, Red—fuck, I'm all yours."
"You want me to pound your tight pussy harder?" he growls, slowly backing out.
"Yes!"
"How long do you want me, Bluebird?" he asks, and through the darkness of his expression, a flicker of vulnerability creeps in.
I don't hesitate. My voice cracks, "Forever."
"Mine forever." He snaps his hips forward, setting a punishing rhythm that has the headboard knocking against the wall in steady thuds.
My nails rake down his back, gliding down his sweat-slick skin. He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine, and that primal noise alone sends a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs.
"That's it. You drown me, Bluebird," he praises, then changes his angle just enough that the thick head of his cock grinds directly over that swollen spot inside me with every thrust.
"Red!" I gasp. Pressure coils low in my belly, tight, hot, and relentless. I chase it shamelessly, rocking up to meet him, my throbbing clit grinding against his pubic bone on every downward stroke.
