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“You are so beautiful.” His voice is rough as he settles on top of me again. Finally. I thought I’d die if he didn’t get inside me.
“Now where were we? Oh yes, working on making you beg.”
He rubs his cock against my slit, my cream coating him with each pass. I arch my back, trying to force him inside but he chuckles as his hips keep working, slowly driving me to insanity.
“Milo, for god’s sake. Please.”
“Say it. I want to hear you say it.” He rests his damp forehead against mine and looks down into my eyes. His pupils have dilated so far his eyes look black. I shiver as he increases the friction. He swallows my gasps of pleasure as he sips at my mouth, his dark gaze locked on mine, begging for words I’m not sure I can say. My senses are on overload from all the different sensations, the tickle of his chest against my nipples, the moisture on our bodies as we writhe against each other.
“I need you inside me.” My voice breaks as he surges inside in a sudden thick thrust. He’s so large I’m stretched almost to the point of pain and the sharp pressure fills me with a dark ache. His eyes are open and locked on mine. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
“You’re mine, Mya.” He rides me hard, his hands holding my hips as the tip of his cock drags over my G-spot.
I undulate on the bed, my inner muscles squeezing him involuntarily. He clenches his jaw, his thrusts quickening. I shiver when his forehead drops to my chest and he licks the damp moisture between my breasts away. When he turns his head, the hot wash of his breath heats my skin right before his mouth latches on to my nipple. I squeeze my eyes shut and surrender to the hot, wet pressure.
“You’re so fucking tight, I can’t take it,” he growls, his voice ragged.
The veins in his neck and arms stand out sharply against his olive skin as he lifts my legs up and over his shoulders, the new position forcing him deeper. The base of his cock pounds against my clit with every stroke.
It’s amazingly erotic, the sight of his tight muscles shifting, the wet sound of our skin slapping together, the cries we can’t hold back. It’s all too much and I scream as my orgasm bursts through me in a blinding explosion. My pussy clamps down so hard even Milo jolts at the pleasure-pain. I sob as he continues to move through the clenching spasms, stroking me into a second smaller orgasm.
“You feel so good. You’re so wet.” He moans against my neck as he gives in to his own release.
We stay just like that for a few minutes, both of us too exhausted to move. Finally he throws a heavy arm over my middle and pulls me back until I’m nestled against him. Being so close to him, cuddled together warm under the covers, is somehow more intimate than w
hat we just did.
And it feels just as right.
17
I'm walking back to my room when there's a knock at the door. Assuming Mya left something behind I double back and yank the door open.
“Did you forget–” My voice dies when I see Ethan standing there.
“I didn't forget anything. But I guess this means you forgot that we have a meeting this morning?”
“Fuck.” I walk away leaving the front door open. “Give me ten minutes.”
“Was that Mya I just saw leaving?” Ethan yells at my back.
“If you’re here to give me another lecture about corporate policy or whatever, you can fuck off.”
The sound of his laughter follows me into my room. The front door slams. Apparently giving me a lecture isn't worth losing the opportunity to ride my ass. One of his favorite pastimes.
“I'm not here to give you a lecture. When has speaking sense ever worked with you?”
“Good point. So why are you here? We usually meet at the office.” I grab the first suit my hand lands on. Then I select a tie to match.
Ethan leans against the door jamb. “Call me crazy but I thought you might need a friend. There's been a lot going on lately.”
It's hard to admit but I am glad to see him. Waking up with Mya was intense and not at all what I thought it would be. We're doing this dance but neither of us knows the steps. She's slowly becoming integral to my life but neither of us has put a label on it. Normally that's exactly what I would like. No labels. No strings. No commitment.
But that's not what I want with Mya. I want strings. Hell, I want to tie her up in them so she can never get away. That doesn't sound right but you know what I mean. Tie her up in a loving way. Loving bondage? Jesus, now I even sound creepy in my thoughts.
This whole time Ethan has been watching me. “Damn, you really have it bad, dude.”
Somehow this is more embarrassing than calling him in the middle of the night while watching Mya sleep.
