Page 48 of Hideaway Whirlwind (Big Boys of Berenson Trucking #4)

It’s still difficult, sometimes, to believe she’s real. That she’s mine. That fate hatched this plan for us so long ago, and here we are, finally together.

I grunt, the tips of my ears burning. “Don’t have much of that left. I have maybe ten years, if I’m lucky, ‘til you…”

“Until I what, Daddy?” She lightly drags her fingertips down my stomach and back up again.

I grab her hips and slide her back and forth across my lap, bristling, but in a pleasurable way, at the sensation of the pilling fabric of my sweatpants rubbing my hard shaft. “‘Til this,” I say, lifting my hips to grind against her pussy, “no longer interests you.”

“Do you know something I don’t?” She raises a brow as she rolls her hips, sitting up and cupping her breasts before sliding one thin strap off her shoulder, then the other.

Not enough to bare her breasts, but enough to have me salivating all the more for the sight and taste of her nipples already budding with desire.

“What?” How am I supposed to think, much less have a coherent conversation, when I have an avenging goddess riding my lap?

“Like, are you worried you won’t be able to get it up? Because there are pills for that, Daddy.”

I groan when she tugs the triangles down, revealing herself to me. “No, no, that’s not what I meant,” I grumble, palming her tits and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples that tighten further. “Believe me, I’ll always be able to ‘get it up’ for you.”

“Then what did you mean?” she challenges, rising onto her knees to work my sweatpants down to my upper thighs, releasing my cock, precum beading at the swollen tip.

I shove a hand into my silver hair and look off to the side at the bubbling creek through the window. “I’m an old man, Birdie. In ten years, you’ll only be thirty-two, and I’ll—”

“Still be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.

” Birdie fists my cock, making me moan as she firms and relaxes her grip, stroking me up and down, driving me to the brink of climax before she stops abruptly, wiggling to get her feet under her.

“Help me,” she demands, her growing belly and mine making it that much more difficult to have sex facing each other.

“And in twenty years?” I ask, easily lifting her until she can get her feet in position, flat on the mattress.

She teases me when she flexes her thighs, hovering above me so I only get the faintest brush against her wet entrance.

“By then, our youngest will be off to college, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves, and I plan to bounce on your cock”—she lowers an inch, taking just my crown inside her—“and beg you to cum inside me in every single room of this house. Outside by the creek, the shed, the deck, the stairs—nowhere is off limits.”

“Damn, Birdie.” I clench my teeth and arch my neck when she takes a few more inches before she shoves against my chest to raise her bottom, working only my tip.

“And when you’re ninety—”

“Too far,” I tell her. “You don’t have to do that.”

“And when you’re ninety,” she repeats with a fiery scowl, “I’ll be fifty-seven. Maybe it’s you who won’t want to be with me.”

“Like hell I won’t,” I snap, my arms shaking with the need to drop her on my dick, holding back until she gives me permission to do so. “You’ll be lucky if you can go a single day without me getting my old hands all over you.”

Birdie grabs my face, digging her fingertips into my cheeks so I won’t look away—not that I could, completely arrested by her fierce beauty.

“So you get it. I don’t care how old you’ll be because it doesn’t matter.

Ten, twenty, thirty plus years from now—for however long I get to be with you—I will always want you because you’re you . Now, fuck me, and tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Mama, fuck!” I drop her straight down on my lap, our skin clapping against each other’s as I help her ride my length, her breath gone choppy with pleasure when I bottom out within her repeatedly.

And as good as it is in this position, I need her mouth.

I need her taste. I need her very air to breathe.

“Do it,” she says, reading my mind, needing me as much as I need her.

It’s a sweet torture, the two minutes necessary to pull out of her and arrange her high on her knees so she can hold onto the top of the headboard while I move behind her, sitting on my heels with her between my legs, then spread her asscheeks and push back into her pussy.

Our mouths meet over her shoulder when I grab her jaw with my left hand, my right large enough to cup both of her breasts as I fuck up and out of the woman who I will always belong to.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” I whimper against her lips, inhaling her deep into my lungs.

“My big, silver bear,” she coos, nipping my bottom lip.

“Yes,” I growl, puffing my chest out against her back.

“My love,” she says in a ragged moan when I thrust into her hard enough to shift the bed closer to the wall, nearly pinching her fingers.

“Yes, yes. I love you.”

“My Elliott. Mine.”

I whimper again, sinking my teeth into her neck, shuddering when she starts dancing, squeezing her pussy as she lifts her ass, then blooming open when she drops her weight.

“Make me cum, Daddy,” she pants, closing her eyes and hanging her head back, letting me take the lead again.

And I do, gripping one hip to hold her in place as I pump up into her. I shove my hand between her legs to find her clit with my middle finger, strumming it with increasing pressure until her mouth falls open, screaming silently when she orgasms.

“Tell me I can cum, Mama,” I whine, sweat breaking out across my forehead, blood rushing through my ears as I clench my muscles, trying to hold back.

“Yes, yes, now,” she demands, breathing as hard as I am.

“Fuck, thank you, thank you.” I throw my head back, surging up into her one last time, my head emptying of all thoughts except the euphoria of cumming inside my woman, my little bird, my goddess.

I collapse back on my heels, expecting her to fall with me, but she sits up higher, bending over further until my softening cock slips out of her, my cum spilling down her thighs. A captivating, tantalizing mess.

“I want to try it,” she says, walking her knees out as she sways her hips side to side, my heart just about to give out on me at the seductive jiggle of her ass and thighs.

And when she goes a step further, bracing her shoulders against the headboard, her head turned to the side to rest against the wall, she reaches behind her to spread her asscheeks.

“What?”

She swipes a middle finger through the mess and brings it to her puckered backside, circling it until it glistens. “One finger…just a little bit…for now.”

“You want…” I swallow and skate my hand up the inside of her right thigh, gathering my cum on my pinky finger before I bring it to her asshole.

“Mmhmm,” she hums, inhaling slowly when I push just the very tip of my finger inside her.

When I pull out, I swipe through more of my cum along her inner thigh before I try breaching her ass again, only halfway to the first knuckle. It’s so fucking hot that my dick is putting a valiant effort into swelling to life again so soon. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah.”

“No pain?”

“No…not painful , but a—” She sucks in a breath when I scoop up as much cum as I can and stuff it knuckle deep into her. “A good kind of hurt.”

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan when she tightens her ass around my finger. I only get two knuckles deep into her before she freezes up. “Ok, ok, that’s it.”

“For now,” she says again, panting, “but I still want to cum.”

“Stay right there.” It takes more maneuvering, twisting to lie on my back, sliding up the bed, pushing my head between her thighs, my face slick with my own cum as I drag my tongue between her puffy pussy lips and find her clit, my pinky still in her ass.

“Oh!” she squeals, squeezing my finger with her inner muscles as I eat her pussy like it’s my last meal. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, lowering herself, smothering me until she remembers I need to breathe. She jerks up with another squeal and a high-pitched, “Sorry!”

“No. Sit.” I hook my arm around her upper thigh and force her to drop her weight flat atop my face, my strength too great for her to do anything but writhe and take my tongue. I’m a hair’s breadth away from passing out when—

“Elliott!”

A slap across my cheek has my head snapping to the left, and then with another slap, to the right. With my vision dark and blurry, my temples throbbing like a herd of cattle stampeding through my head, I bat away the next slap with my forearm.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Birdie says, panicking and kneeling at my side, grabbing my face to kiss me. “I thought I killed you!”

“Did you cum?” I ask, my throat unbelievably dry, which doesn’t seem right, not after the way I drank her arousal and mine down.

“Yes,” she says with a whine, “but that doesn’t matter! We are never doing that again.”

“Yes, the fuck we are.” I’d grab and roll my little black widow beneath me if it weren’t for the fact that my head is swimming.

I’d probably pass out again and wind up crushing her.

I lift my head as soon as the world stops spinning, blinking until my vision clears, and wave to the mess on my stomach. “See that?”

“See what?” she snaps, then huffs with disbelief. “Did you cum when I almost killed you?”

Fuck yes, I did . “For the record, that is exactly how I want to die.”

“Well, you’re not allowed to yet.” She stretches out beside me, playing with the cum pooling on my torso. “But I’ll keep that in mind.”

I laugh, then groan when it makes the throbbing in my head that much worse. I don’t remember falling asleep, but the next time I wake, it’s to Birdie gently cleaning my face with a warm, wet washcloth, her hair damp from a shower and pulled back with a scrunchie.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” she urges when I try to sit up.

Fat chance of that , since she works the cloth down my chest and stomach, dipping it into a large bowl of water resting on the mattress, wringing the cloth out repeatedly, then uses her mouth to clean my dick.

“You sure you’re not trying to kill me?” I ask, palming the back of her head when my cock hardens with another erection. “Death by orgasm.” Cumming three times in one night might just do me in.

Birdie laughs with my cock in her mouth, her throat muscles convulsing around my crown, causing her to gag, then choke when I cum involuntarily with a whimper.

“Shit, shit, I’m sorry. It’s too good.” I fight back nausea when I sit up too fast and move the bowl of water to my nightstand before I pull her down on the mattress beside me.

“It’s only fair,” she says, swiping my cum spilling from the corners of her lips up with a finger and popping it into her mouth to suck on it like a lollipop .

“What a fucking pair we are.” I hardly have the energy to tuck my hypersensitive dick back into my sweatpants and pull our comforter up over us.

She yawns and snuggles close on her side, hiking her top leg over my left thigh, smelling much fresher than I do in the clean flannel she’s traded in her nightgown for. She whispers in a dreamy tone, “Two murderers in a pod.”