The fuck?According to Birdie anal was for major holidays and my birthday, and last I checked it was neither.
Rage filled me. If I’d thought the rages of my younger years were explosive, it was nothing compared to this, watching her wild lusty curls fall against her bare shoulders, those smoky sexy eyes closed as she ground down with her little pucker on another man’s dick.
“Shit,” Birdie groaned, and her curls were stuck to her forehead, her face already looking fucked, lips swollen.
Like they’d already gone a round or two.
Fucking hell
“Stop right now!” I growled, but they were too absorbed to even hear me.
When her ass hit his thighs, she wiggled her cheeks to get every bit of it and he threw his head back.
“Mondieu.”
How fuckingdarehe talk French to her! And this was the same slimy motherfucker who had begged Paige for a starring role as the Phantom in her upcoming show, too.
Birdie put two fingers on her clit and started to rub.
“I’m sofull.”
Her pucker was stretched out and swollen as hell, and the little kiss he pressed on her nipple somehow infuriated me most of all.
“Stop!” I ordered again but Birdie was shrieking,
“Yes, god,right there.”
She began to bounce up and down on his lap with her pussy slamming down on his thighs, her slick ass gobbling up and down his dick, and then she came with a cry, her hand a blur on her clit and a clear squirt splashing all over his chest.
But her orgasms were goddamnmineand I staggered forward with fury.
“What the fuck is going on?” I roared.
Pierre-Phillipe jerked up mid-come, his eyes looking simultaneously horrified and horny.
Birdie’s mouth was still open, her ass cheeks wiggling.
“Ooo I can feel your cum cream pie-ing me back there.”
“Birdie—Birdie—” he hissed as I stalked over, and she opened sleepy, languid eyes to look at me.
But if I expected to see any shock or regret in them, I was very mistaken.
She looked unrepentant and extremely, decadently sensual.
“Goddamn, Birdie! I’m gone for five days and you’re already getting fucked by Pierre-Phillipe?”
She blinked up at me, her hazel eyes narrowing.
They always had that lovely multicolored flash, just one of the many reasons I hadn’t been able to keep my dick in my pants the season she was on America’s Most Enchanting Virtuoso.
I hadn’t fucked any of the star-fuckers before, but Birdie was different.
“You told me to have fun at the house,” she pointed out, a little smile on her lips.
“This—this is not what I meant at all!”
“What’s the matter, Forrest? Already done with your little geriatric love cruise?”
