I’m lightheaded, the room spins, and my body is singing with the most delicious pain.
“You like that, Rubes? Making such a mess.” He murmurs against my ear, “Just wait until it’s my cock?—”
My orgasm hits out of nowhere, and Miles’s fingers don’t let up once. Not when my cries are smothered in the pillow, not when I collapse onto the bed, and not when I’m gasping for air. Only when I’m literally sobbing that I can’t take any more does he relent.
I’m flipped over. His head disappears between my legs, and as my muscles relax into the post-orgasmic haze, I’m treated to the gentle glide of his tongue up my inner thighs. Miles hums with pleasure as he moves across my hot, damp skin, tongue piercing inside me, mouth latched and sucking on my pussy lips. He’s so careful, taking all the time in the world to lick me clean so that when he reaches my clit, I’ve been built up once more into a wriggling, writhing mess.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says, sitting back on his haunches.
For the first time, I’m treated to the sight of his face, damp curls flopping to the side, lips glistening with my arousal. Eyes dark as the night sky.
He looks so goddamn decadent—muscles accentuated by the glow of the moonlight, smirk quivering, hooded eyes raking over me—that I feel positively wanton.
He gets up without a word, drops his pajama bottoms, and I swallowhard.
His cock stands to attention, saluting what Miles just did to me. So long,sothick. When I felt it rub against my hip, I thought I could take it, but watching him wrap his fist around it, his fingers barely overlapping, I was grossly mistaken.
“Don’t worry, Trouble, you’re so wet right now, I’ll slide right in.”
Miles’s eyes never leave me, taking long languid strokes of himself, tongue swiping his bottom lip. He oozes sex. I want to give myself a pat on the back for lasting this long against him because watching him now, I don’t know how I did it. I’mtransfixed by the rhythm of his fist, the lazy way he pumps himself, and the precum dripping out of the head that he smears down the long, hard length.
I want to taste him. I want him to fill me.
Every nerve ending in my body is buzzing.
My thighs flop open, his T-shirt rides up, and my hand finds its place between my legs again.
He shakes his head, slowly. “No. Not happening, Ruby.”
Reaching down, he wraps his hands around my ankles, and I’m yanked down the bed until my ass hangs off. The force of the movement brings the shirt high enough to expose my breasts.
“Fuck, you’re pretty . . .” He groans, strong palms slide up my calves. “I wish you could see yourself like this. Spread in front of me, pussy swollen, so fucking perfect . . .” He bends my knees back, placing my feet flat on the mattress. “Stay there.”
The bed is the perfect height. Closing the inches between us, he rubs his crown up and down, parting me, slicking through my arousal, slow and measured.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Ye—” The rest of the word dies on a strangled breath as his dick pushes inside me.
It’s barely gone in an inch, but he’s so thick, and I’m trapped in a position that intensifies the stretch. I can’t even shift back because his bicep is wrapped around my knees while he feeds his cock into me with his other hand.
“Easy, Trouble. Deep breath.” He puffs out. My lungs expand, and he gives me another inch. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
I force my eyes to watch him and focus on the concentration etched on his face—the vein throbbing on the left side of his neck. If I don’t, I know I’m going to combust.
Every inch he gives me is peppered with compliments—“good girl” and “you’re doing so well” and “feels so good”—and my body heats more with each one.
The sheets bunch under my fingertips as he sinks farther.
“Nearly there, Rubes.” His voice wavers. “So good. Such a good girl.”
All I can do is take deep breaths through my nose. I’m so full, so on edge that the slightest movement will send me spiraling, while Miles looks like he’s barely holding onto reality. Releasing his grip on my thighs, he smooths his palms over my belly, and his eyes squeeze tight, giving me one last final inch until his balls snuggle against my ass.
Watching this man almost lose control is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“I have never”—his jaw grinds, and he takes another breath—“been so close to losing it.”
Falling forward, he drops onto one arm and leans to the side so he doesn’t crush me. Using his index finger, he pushes aside a strand of hair stuck on my forehead. “What are you doing to me, Ruby Burlington?”
