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Max
Slick, warm fingers pressed between my cheeks and slipped over my hole, making me arch my back and moan. Griffin nuzzled my beck, his body laid out beside me as he slowly worked a finger inside of me. I was still loose from last night; hell, I was usually always loose because of how often Griffin wanted to be inside of me. But being loose didn't stop him from always prepping me.
I seriously couldn't get enough of his coddling. It was addicting, to say the least. And it made me feel so loved and cared for.
Months had passed since Griffin had been shot and kidnapped, since I thought I would never see him alive and breathing again. But he was still here. Still just as hot and strong and amazing and such a damn good Papa.
"You're always so ready for me," Griffin growled low in my ear. "On your knees, baby."
I didn't waste a second complying. With my chest flat to the bed, I wiggled onto my knees, lifting my ass high up into the air for him. He moved behind me, and then, his cock was pressing into my hole and sliding inside of me, giving me what I needed without me ever having to ask.
"Papa..." I moaned, pushing back on him.
Griffin groaned, his hands sliding up my back and back down again until he gripped my waist right beneath my ribcage and fucked back into me. "Happy birthday, baby boy," he rumbled.
Happy fucking birthday indeed.
All I could manage was a helpless moan as Griffin pushed all games aside and began to well and truly fuck me. His hips slammed against my ass, and his balls smacked mine as he drove into me over and over again.
"God, look how well you take me," Griffin growled. "Your hole just sucks me in, baby. So fucking greedy for Papa's cock." He latched his hand around my throat and pulled me up so my back was flush against his chest. With his other hand gripping my hip, he slid his hand down to circle his massive fist around my aching, leaking cock.
I think I whimpered his name, but I wasn't sure. I wasn't capable of coherent thought. Not when he was fucking me like a man starved and working my cock in time with his thrusts.
"Papa, oh, God. Oh, oh, oh," I babbled, tears welling in my eyes. It felt so good. He felt so good. I never wanted him to stop, but I needed to come so bad. So, so, so bad.
"Come for me, baby," Griffin growled in my ear, his voice damn near primal. I shivered, my lungs seizing. "Come."
I shattered. I wailed somethingâdidn't know whatâas I came, my come soaking his fist and hitting the bed sheets. Griffin snarled my name, and with three more thrusts, he was shooting his cum inside of me.
We slumped to the mattress, and Griffin let his weight settle over me as he wrapped his arms around me, pressing kisses to my shoulders and the back of my neck.
"Happy birthday, baby boy," he said softly.
I nodded, a dopey, blissful smile tilting my lips. "Happy birthday indeed," I whispered.
~*~*~
"Max!" Novella shouted as we stepped into Axel's massive home. She rushed forward and threw her arms around me, the momentum almost knocking me on my butt. Thankfully, Griffin was there, and he caught me when I stumbled, a low laugh spilling past his lips. My cheeks flamed, but I quickly hugged her back and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Happy birthday!" she gushed, stepping back and giving me some space. "Oh, goody, you're already in your swim clothes!" Before I could even begin to forumulate a response, she grabbed my hand, tugging me through the house and out the back door.
My mouth dropped open.
When Griffin had told me that he had planned a big birthday bash for me, I hadn't thought it'd be anything like this. Already, I could feel my little side rising to the surface, and I bounced on the balls of my feet, my fingers tightening around Novella's as I stared in awe at all of the inflatable waterslides. Axel had one of his chefs working a grill, and presents lined a table off to the side. The pool was filled with floats and toys.
It was the best birthday I could've ever asked for.
Griffin palmed the back of my neck, and I dropped Novella's hand, turning to look at him.
"You like it?" he asked, his eyes searching my face.
I nodded and then threw my arms around his neck, squeezing him. "I love it, Papa. It's so perfect. I've never had a birthday like this before." Pulling back a little, I reached up and clasped his face in my hands, leaning up on my tiptoes to press my lips to his in a smacking kiss that made him grin. "Can I play now? Please, Papa?"
He held up the bag he'd packed this morning with my water shoes. "Put these on first so you don't hurt your feet, and then yes. You can play until it's time to eat."
I hurriedly kicked off my flip flops, letting them land God only knew where before I dropped to my butt on the concrete, tugging on the water shoes Griffin had bought me. Once they were on my feet, I lurched to my feet, smacked another loud kiss on Griffin's mouth, and then, I grabbed Novella's hand, dragging her to the first water slide.
Seriouslyâbest fucking birthday ever.