AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Even on the nights I snuck in to check on her, she looked anything but at peace. Her brow always furrowed, sweat covering her forehead, her head thrashing from side to side as she tried to escape whatever hell she was reliving. But not while she slept on me. And not any night since.
There wasn’t a discussion, it just kind of happened. When it came time to go to bed that night, I followed her into her room and tugged her against me knowing I wouldn’t be able to sleep without her now that I know what it’s like to hold her in my arms.
If it weren’t for the fact we can’t leave the apartment until we find Kyle, who is harder to track down than any other asshole I’ve ever investigated, everything would be perfect.
Mia pushes the tray of cookies into the oven and watches them for a few seconds, like she’s worried about leaving them unsupervised for even a minute.
“Sugar?”
Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and her smile grows. “Yeah?”
“Come here.”
She doesn’t hesitate to follow my command, stepping between my spread legs and dropping her hands to my shoulders.
Without warning, I lift her onto the edge of my desk, tearing a startled yelp from her throat. She tries to push her legs together, but I press her knees apart and rest each of her feet on the arms of the chair.
“Ace?” She worries her lip between her teeth, the nerves obvious as she looks down at me.
We haven’t been intimate since that day because I haven’t wanted to push her. I wanted to give her some time to process what we did. But I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste her.
I shove her black dress up her thighs until I uncover a simple pair of white cotton panties, tearing a growl from my throat. “I need to taste you, sugar,” I tell her as I drag her panties down her legs and discard them across the room. If I had it my way, she would never wear underwear again so I would always have easy access to her pussy, but we’re not there yet, and I’m not sure if we ever will be.
Before she can protest, I dip my head and take my first taste of her pussy, groaning when I find her already wet for me. Fuck. I will never get enough of her. I could spend every day for the rest of my life with my head buried between her legs, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Mia threads her fingers into my hair and pulls my face closer to her core, her hesitation melting away as I work her clit with my tongue.
I move one hand from her knee up her thigh until my fingers tease her entrance, tearing a needy mewl from her throat. Jesus, she’s so receptive to me, and I can’t get enough of her.
I dip my finger into her wet heat, and we let out a mutual groan. Her tightness pulses around me as I match the same pressure with my tongue and finger, bringing her to the edge before guiding her back down again.
Over and over, I bring her to the brink of blinding pleasure, but I don’t give her enough to fall into the abyss.
Mia’s grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain, her need for me making her desperate as she grinds her pretty cunt against my face.
There’s something so fucking sexy about her taking her pleasure from me, even if it is just out of reach. When I look up at her, I don’t see the broken girl she sees when she looks in the mirror. I see the beautiful woman she’s become, who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it, and who survived hell over and over again. I see the girl who has always held my heart in her hands and who I will do anything to protect.
“Ace,” she whines as I lighten the pressure on her clit, easing her away from the peak she was just a breath away from. Her whimpers go straight to my cock, the need to be inside her again is stifling, but this isn’t about me, it’s about her. It’s about making sure she knows her pleasure is her own now, even if I drag it out the way I am. “Please. I need more.”
I smirk against her pussy. “I know you do, sugar. And you know I’ll give you everything you need. On my timeline.”
Her eyes roll, but there’s the smallest of smiles dancing on her perfect pouty lips, and although bratty behavior would normally only make me drag things out more, the peek at the cheeky girl I left behind, that I let down, is enough to let me overlook the eye roll. Just this once.
I palm my cock through my sweatpants, desperate for relief, but I need to make her come first. “Are you going to come all over my face, sugar?”
She nods her head as her breaths come in sharp pants. Fuck, I love her like this. Free. Wild. Unfiltered. She’s not quiet and meek like she so often pretends to be, and she’s not nervous or afraid, knowing I’ll always give her everything she needs.
I press a second finger inside her along with the first and double my efforts on her clit. She tastes like the sweetest sin you could ever commit. Like temptation and darkness tied up with a pretty red bow.
Her soft moans are a symphony to my ears, better than any music I’ve ever listened to. Her grip gets more desperate as she holds my face against her. If I suffocated in her sweet cunt, it would be the best way to go.
“Ace. I need more. I can’t…”
I dart my gaze up to her, a flash of uncertainty in the ocean blue. This is the turning point, and I have to keep her in the moment with me.
“Come, Mia,” I demand. “Fucking come.”
Her eyes lock with mine as I push her to the point of no return. Her body is forced to do as I’m instructing, and the scream that escapes her throat fills the otherwise quiet apartment.
