His accent was always so thick, but it almost seemed like warm honey when you had him like this.
"Just like that, birdie. Always such a good girl for me."
His filthy hands dug into the soft skin of your hips as he helped guide you up and down to spear yourself on his solid cock.
You got the little nickname when he first spoke about you, saying you were a 'sweet bird'. But, you didn't know at the time he just meant you were a sweet girl. Instead, thinking he was comparing you to a dainty little sparrow.
He saw how the term made your cheeks red and started calling you 'Birdie' just to get a rise out of you.
It was nice of him to take his mask off this time, even if it was only the outer one. It gave you a beautiful view of his darkened gray eyes and long wispy lashes. You always found it so hard to pinpoint what shade they really were with all his makeup and gear, but behind it all they were a rugged slate. Equally as sharp and jagged, but nowhere near as cold as his exterior.
His hips snapped up as he dragged yours down to meet him, hitting deeper with each thrust up.
"Don't go losing your focus on me, Birdie. I'm not finished with you yet."
The veins in his forearms strained as he fought off the urge to just pick you up in your entirety and fuck you onto him like his personal squirming screaming fleshlight.
No, at heart he was a gentleman, and as such he was going to let you bounce on his cock at a pace you could handle. But, that didn't mean he was just gonna lay there and take it.
He never let up as he drove himself home, and you have to struggle to bounce in time with the pull of his hands and the pounding of his cock.
You swear you could feel him breach the opening of your cervix every time he fucked up into you.
He had you whining into the air as your head fell back and your body nearly arched painfully from the drag of his flared tip dragging along your inner walls. You weren't going to last much longer, and that was fine because neither was he.
"Ah, I love it when I make the little birdie sing. Can I get that voice to go even higher?" He still held his composure as his hips pistoned into you, but his voice carried a slight shake to signal his climax was near.
Just as he'd requested, your little whines raised an octave, but it was out of your control. Your body began to shiver as your core twisted and twitched around him. You could barely keep up anymore as your body was alite, and the muscles in your legs burned in protest as you tried to keep the rhythm. Yet, he let you fall into him as his hips continued to fuck himself into you, dragging your climax out as long as possible until he finally stilled inside of you with a gruff "Fuck".
His fingers nearly bruised your sides with their tight grip as he spilled himself into you. His hips still jerked every few seconds, but his body was spent.
He didn't pull away, though. His large hands just ghosted over your body, with one going further up to entangle itself in your hair.
"Such a sweet bird." He whispered through his balaclava and into your scalp as he soaked in your warmth. "Ha, thank you Simon." You grinned back as you began to let the night take you. Tomorrow morning he'll be gone, but for now he'll hold you until you fall asleep.