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Tatum was already walking me backward into the house. “Missed you so fucking much, Little Bird.” His lips worked mine in a slow massage, stealing every rational thought from my mind. He kicked the front door shut with a sneaker-clad shoe and backed me up against the entryway wall.
The ornate key he had given me along with the deed to the house was framed and hung in a place of honor. Before we started demolition, I’d taken photos of the property from the ground and from above with a drone. The prints were done in black and white, and my dad had surprised me by making custom frames from pieces of wood from the original front door.
The door we found in an upstairs bathroom during a walk-through with the contractor.
Tatum didn’t waste any time. He fisted my hair, yanking my head back and exposing my neck to his mouth. He nipped and sucked, leaving a trail of petal-shaped marks along my skin. His thick shaft tented his mesh athletic shorts. I whimpered as he rocked his erection against my belly. Tatum sunk his teeth into my lower lip and tugged. He pulled a moan straight from my chest as he slid his hands beneath the hem of my tank top and pushed it over my head.
Fabric crumpled to the floor. Tatum peeled his hands away from my body just long enough to grab the back of the neck of his shirt and yank it off. His hands nearly plowed into the wall on either side of my head. Thick stacks of muscle caged me in as he breathed heavily, his chest pressing against mine.
“You better run, Little Bird,” he growled.
A slow smile crept across my face. This was my favorite game. The house had so many tight turns, hidden hallways, and unexpected staircases. There wasn’t a single spot in the three floors we had painstakingly renovated that we didn’t use as our playground.
I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock, giving it a squeeze. “Or what?”
Something dark and dirty rumbled in his chest. Tatum snapped his hips, thrusting his cock in my hand. “Or I’ll throw you to your knees and jam my cock down your throat.”
His dick flexed in my hand, and I licked my lips. “What if I want your cock in my mouth?”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he said as he nipped my earlobe with his teeth.
My nipples pebbled at the contact. Before he could make another move, I took off like a bat out of hell. Tatum’s heavy footsteps thundered after me, but I ducked into a closet with a narrow staircase that led to the third floor. Tatum hated that staircase because his shoulders were too broad for the space.
My heart pounded in my chest as I heard him walking by. I tiptoed up the stairs and opened the door at the top. It let out into the walk-in closet attached to the bedroom we occupied.
It took some digging in the local archives, but I managed to get my hands on the original floorplan of the property. The builders thought we were nuts and definitely tried to steer us in the “open concept” direction, but neither Tatum nor I were having it.
Silent as a church mouse, I crept across the bedroom. The thick rug that had finally come in after being on backorder for months absorbed each one of my footsteps without a sound. I raced back down a spiral staircase when I heard Tatum running up the main steps. Basement, I thought to myself. The longer we played our game of cat-and-mouse, the hotter the sex was after.
I reached for the door handle that led down to the basement when strong arms banded around my waist. Tatum pulled my back into his chest. “Looks like I win. You didn’t make it to the basement in time.” Heat flashed across my chest as the stubble on his cheek abraded my neck. “I was thinking about gagging you—” he reached down and cupped my sex “—but I’m really looking forward to hearing you scream.”
The house turned upside down as Tatum threw me over his shoulder. There were worse places to be, so I held on to his hips and bit his ass.
The world righted again, and I felt myself falling. I landed with a bounce on the L-shaped couch I had reupholstered in Red Cocks red. Before I could catch my breath, Tatum was ripping my shorts down my legs and throwing them across the room. They landed mid-air on a wall sconce.
“I’ve missed your sweet little ass,” he said as he sat on the couch and hauled me over his lap. Tatum smoothed his palm over my backside, toying with the edge of my utilitarian underwear. I had planned on getting a shower and getting cute before he got home, but Cole had been fussy, and mounting the TV took longer than expected.
Tatum lifted his rear off the couch and yanked his shorts halfway down his knees. His cock sprang free, fully erect and seeping with anticipation. He stroked my hair, brushing it out of my face with a tender touch. With his free hand, he fisted his cock and traced the head over my lips. I stuck my tongue out to lap at the pearl dotting the tip. Tatum groaned in pleasure. I wiggled my ass, begging for a little attention as I lavished his cock with sloppy kisses.
He grabbed my cheeks, manipulating my body without so much as breaking a sweat. His cock slid into my mouth as he pushed me up further on his lap. My toes dug into the floor as I tried to find my footing. But Tatum wasn’t waiting. His hand came down with a harsh swat, the spank stinging against my rear. I keened, whimpering around his cock. Two more spanks and I was writhing on his lap. My pussy was desperate for his touch. Desperate to be filled.
Tatum hooked his finger in the waistband of my panties and dragged them halfway down my thighs. He groaned. “Little Bird, Little Bird…” He smoothed his hand over my ass, then spanked hard, landing two swats against the plump swells of flesh before massaging away the sting. “So pink and pretty. I love seeing you like this.”
I hummed in satisfaction as I massaged my tongue along the underside of his cock.
Tatum dragged his fingers through my wetness, toying with my entrance and teasing me with excruciatingly slow strokes. I couldn’t help myself. I let Tatum’s cock slip out of my mouth. “Oh God—please—I need—”
He grabbed the sloppy bun I had thrown my hair into this morning and tugged. Delicious pinpricks from the tension flooded the back of my skull. “Back in your mouth, Mrs. Bryant,” he said, tilting my head back and ramming his cock into my mouth. I choked at the invasion. My throat constricted, and he detonated. Warm pulses of his release coated my throat. His chest puffed out with each labored breath.
“Clean it off,” he barked, spanking my ass again. “Now I get to hear you scream.”
Tatum scooped me up in his arms and raced up the stairs. Before I could blink, he had me completely naked on the mattress of our four-poster bed. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he sat back on his haunches and wrapped his hands around my ankles. “So beautiful.” He slid his hands up my legs, parting them as he went. “You took me so well, Little Bird.”
I tried to squeeze my legs together to ease the ache inside, but he kept them spread, offering no relief.
“What do you want, Little Bird?” Tatum asked as he kissed his way up my legs.
I whimpered and thrashed but knew he wouldn’t give me what I wanted until I said it. “You. All of you.”
