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“Are you ready to beg yet?” she asked, her breath warm against his shaft.
He could let her stay poised between his legs forever. The feel of her mouth and hands was like heaven, a state of bliss he’d never experienced. But for as blissful as she was the need for release grew stronger with every stroke.
“It’s my turn.” He huffed.
“Who said anything about tit for tat?” She talked a good game, but she continued to suck him off.
She had been right. He was practically begging, but he didn’t care. Milton was too busy concentrating on the orgasm making its way up his shaft. His hips worked faster, and luckily, she felt generous enough to mimic his pace. Her mouth and hand worked harder, faster against his shaft. His entire body tensed as waves of pleasure rippled through his body. The headboard rattled, and he grunted as he came in her mouth.
Once she’d wrung every last drop of cum from his shaft he relaxed against the bed and released his grip on the headboard. Shaking out his arms and hands–trying to get back some of the circulation–he watched as Amie wiped her mouth and crawled up on one side of him.
Milton fully expected to wrap his arm around her and pull her into his body, letting the taste of each other mingle in their mouths. Instead, she laid out the brown comforter over their bodies and reach over to turn out the light. She settled beside him with a sigh and whispered only two words, “Good night.”
Boneless, Milton turned his head, his body following, and faced away from her. Their encounter had been exciting, erotic, disturbing and confusing all at the same time. But he’d never felt more relaxed, and whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, Amie did manage to remove the stick up his ass, if only for a little while.
Milton had forgotten about his job and father and sister and the demands on his time. It was only about pleasure. And for a few moments, he’d been free. He looked over in the dark trying to make out the figure of the woman lying beside him, thankful that she was able to give him exactly what he needed.
Chapter 6
Amie awoke to a tiny stream of sunlight peeking through the window. The first thing she thought of was that it was Sunday, and she had no sessions or classes. Today was going to be all for her. The second thing she thought about was the warm body sleeping next to her.
She twisted around and studied him. A shadow had formed on his face, a slight stubble already making an appearance. His chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm. She loved the dark hair on his chest. She could reach out now and run her fingers through it. But she wouldn’t.
If last night told her anything it was to keep her distance. On paper they were all wrong for each other. He was corporate, and she was non-profit. He reeked of Hugo Boss, and she smelled like patchouli. But boy did he know how to use his tongue.
Flashbacks of the night before played like a slideshow in her mind. The dark brown of his eyes looking up from between her legs. The smell of his skin, fresh like soap. The taste of him. Her nipples hardened against the comforter as she pulled it closer to her body.
The gel in his hair had flattened. A few wisps of dark hair were smushed across his forehead. She reached over and gently pushed them out of the way. When she brought her hand back to her body, fierce brown eyes stared back at her.
Her breath caught. Had he been awake this whole time? Did he know she had spent the last five minutes admiring everything about him? The intensity of his stare set butterflies off in her stomach. One minute she looked at him from three feet away, the next Milton was on top of her. Dwarfing her body with his large frame, taking her lips in a hard kiss that rocked her to the core.
He softened the kiss, finally pulling away. “This time I’m not asking for permission.” His words were heavy with intent.
She spread her legs, allowing him to settle between them. His hands found the sides of her face but still he kissed her, long and hot. Their lips fused together, fitting one another perfectly. She rubbed her pussy against his stomach.
“You left me wanting,” he whispered against her lips. Why did it turn her on even more to know that Milton wanted her this morning, even after she’d robbed him of control? Or maybe this was his way of getting even. Proving she wanted him and then leaving her wet and panting for release.
“Do you still want?” she asked.
Milton dipped his head and latched on to a nipple with his mouth. Amie took that as a yes. He rolled off her and snuggled to the side of her body as one hand found her nipple. Pulling at it elicited a moan. She wanted more. She needed more.
Amie grabbed his hand and guided it toward her pussy, shoving his fingers between her folds. His growl vibrated against her breast.
“I still want,” she confessed.
His fingers rubbed her core, around her clit, then they disappeared inside her slick center. “So wet,” he groaned. “I want you to ride my cock.” Milton captured her lips again. His tongue delved into her mouth as if on a mission to caress every inch of her. As his tongue danced with hers, he trailed his wet fingers up her stomach, across her breasts, then up to their lips. Breaking away from their kiss, he sucked on his fingers and made a sound of delight that sent a shot of desire straight to her core.
Milton jumped off the bed and searched around in the dim morning light for his pants. Finally finding his wallet, he took out a condom and ripped the foil packet open. He slid the latex down his hard shaft before returning to the bed.
Gently, his body came down over hers, and he used his knee to nudge her legs farther apart. Milton kissed her again, a kiss of promise, as he slid inside her pussy. Amie lifted her legs toward her chest, letting him settle deeper inside her. He was thick and perfect. He rocked his body against hers, easing in and out with precision. His lip
s never leaving hers for a second.
She loved the feel of his warm, hard body against hers. Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, they fused together for one perfect moment in time. She wanted to ride his big cock. Take control of the action and let him know the stakes. But this felt too good for her to resist.
Amie grabbed on to his ass cheeks and pulled him closer, squeezing and rubbing his soft skin. She slid her hands up his body, over his back to his shoulders–his broad, hard shoulders–and hugged herself to him.
She kissed his neck, then his cheeks, then back to his lips, and let him take her. He sped up his actions, grunting against her ear with every thrust and pounding into her so hard she moved up the mattress.
