“Is having sex with me making you lose your mind? What’s the third one?”
“Making you come.”
“Then I suggest you get to work on the last one.”
“That a challenge, Lala? Taunting me like I didn’t just make you squirt for me.”
“Only one way to find out.”
I moved one of my hands to her clit. Her breathing escalated as soon as she realized what I was about to do. She encouraged me, bucking her hips forward.
“Leo…”
“Yeah, babe. Just like that… Fuck me…” I growled from deep within my chest.
My other hand roughly dug into her hip bone, helping her ride my dick. I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a fucking vise. Vaguely feeling her shiver. Leaning in, she started kissing me more aggressively than before. I grabbed the back of her neck instead, wanting to bring her closer, needing that connection, our bodies touching.
Our lips moved on their own accord, no longer having control over our movements.
I growled, “Fuck… you feel good,” Thrusting my hips upward, I roughly gripped onto her hips again.
Moving her harder.
Faster.
For her pleasure and mine.
Feeling her g-spot on my tip.
My fucking sweet spot.
My pace increased as I made her fuck me as hard as she could, unable to get enough. I couldn’t help it, I wanted her to feel me in the morning and be walking like my cock was still inside her.
Our mouths parted.
Breathless.
Riding the high, waiting to fall over the edge together.
I slid my tongue into her mouth when I felt her pussy throb, pulsating long and tight. I muffled her screams.
Her quivering was my undoing.
She was my undoing.
Another groan escaped from deep within my core, coming so hard I saw bright, white stars.
We stayed there for I don’t know how long, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Leaning my forehead on hers, I didn’t have to tell her to open her eyes to look at me. They were already open, full of love for me.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she repeated, making my dick hard all over again.
I carried her up the stairs and into my bed, where we made love.
All. Night. Long.
Epilogue
—Mila—
One year later
“Lala, I can’t talk to you when your ass is up in the air and you look like you’re ready for me to fuck you.”
“Leo! I’m doing yoga!”
“Can you not do it in my office?”
“How else am I supposed to see you? You’re always in here.”
“We have a whole ass house, Mila. I built it for you.”
There wasn’t a corner of this house that we hadn’t christened. We spent our first month alone, making sure we had sex in every spot of our new home.
I smirked, shifting into another position.
He groaned, “Are you trying to torture me? I have a conference call in about two minutes.”
From the moment I returned home, we started living together in the cabin while he built our house with his company. Since he was overseeing the entire build, he was able to finish it much faster than expected. We lived a couple of miles away from our parents. Aside from Cain, who was still living in St. Thomas, the boys were at our place often.
Sawyer was in med school, but anytime he wasn’t studying he was at our house. Same with Ashton, who was working as a real estate agent for Kymen Homes. His clientele was mostly women which didn’t surprise anyone. It had become his dating pool.
Leo and I were great. We were exclusively together and couldn’t be happier. He didn’t work seventy-hour weeks like his dad would have preferred, but he still worked a lot. They developed a better relationship in the last year. I think his mom talked to his father and let him know that things weren’t going to be the same for us like it was in their marriage. His dad loosened his expectations a bit and it helped Leo feel like he belonged. He began enjoying his role in his father’s company.
Things were good, they were both happy.
I on the other hand, was in graduate school and helped Leo whenever he needed it. I was basically his secretary/sex slave, his words, not mine.
Getting back on my knees, I crawled my way over to him. Under his desk I went, until I was crouching in front of him with hungry eyes. “Would you like me to take care of anything while I’m down here?”
“There’s one thing I’d love for you to suck on if you’re up for it. Since I sure as shit am.”
Unbuttoning his jeans, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He watched as I wrapped my hand around his cock, sucking on his head.
“Fuck…”
Already tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, I deep throated his dick to the back of my throat.
“Mila…”
His computer rang, and I released him with a loud pop. “Better answer your phone, babe. Don’t want to seem unprofessional.”