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Michael
This woman... The things she says... She never ceases to surprise me. I grip her shoulders to pull her up and she wraps her arms around my neck. "I mean it, Mika," she murmurs, "I want you inside me, one way or the other."
"I don’t want to hurt you." I wrap a strand of her gorgeous hair around my fingers, "Right now, your comfort is more important than anything else to me."
"And I already told you that I want you."
I peer into her face, take in her flushed features, her gaze wide with anticipation; those green eyes stare back at me and in them is a look of feverish need. I wrap my fingers about the back of her nape and bring her forehead to mine, "Any other time, if you weren’t pregnant, I’d not deny this to you, but right now, given your condition, it’s not something I can give you."
"Michael," she pleads, "this is no time for an attack of conscience."
I laugh, "Trust me, if it were up to me, I’d be inside you so often you wouldn’t be able to walk straight, but this is not just about you and me now, is it?"
She scowls.
"Think about the baby."
"I’d rather think about…" she places a hand on my crotch and squeezes her fingers around my already engorged cock, "this."
My groin hardens. I huff out a breath as she drags her fingers down my thick column. "Gesü Cristo,"I growl, "what are you doing to me, woman?"
"You said that you won’t fuck me, but there’s no rule against my going down on you, is there?" She pushes at my shoulders and I resist.
"Come on, Mika," she pleads. "Don’t deny me this. At least, let me get off on getting you off."
I stare into her eyes.
"Please," she licks her lips, "please, Mika." She shoves at my shoulder and I sit back. She presses down and I sink back into my chair. She slides off the table and onto her feet and her already torn dress flutters down her arms. She shrugs it off, then slides down to her knees. She runs her hand up my thigh and my focus zeroes in on her. She holds my gaze as she outlines the length of my arousal. She rubs her fingers up and down the column and my balls harden. I part my thighs wider and she moves in closer. She brushes her fingers across my waistband and her fingertips graze my belly. My muscles jump, I roll my shoulders as I lower my chin.
"Take it out," I growl and a smile curves her lips.
"Oh, no, if we do this, we do it my way."
Che cazzo!How dare she try to direct the proceedings? "Is that right?" I reach down, curl my fingers around the nape of her neck. The column of her throat is so slender that my fingers meet around the front. "It doesn’t work that way, Beauty."
She peers up at me from under half-closed lids, "Would you deny me this, Mika?"
I draw in a breath. Damn it. When she gazes at me with that beseeching look in her eyes, how can I deny her anything? I release my hold, lower my hand to my side.
Her smile widens as she unhooks my belt buckle. She lowers my zipper, then pulls down my boxers, and my cock springs free.
"Oh," she blinks, as she lowers her gaze to my throbbing shaft. She licks her lips and I swear I could come right then. She squeezes my shaft all the way up to the crown, then drags her fingers across the tip. Goosebumps pop on my skin.
Goddamn!"Your touch is killing me, Beauty," I growl and her smile widens. She lowers her head, licks the head of my shaft. Her pink tongue curls around the rim of the crown and the sight of it has my muscles tensing. I lean forward and she brings her hand up to cup my balls. She squeezes and a groan rumbles up my chest. She drags her other hand down to the base of my shaft, then up again.
"Oh, fuck," I swear as I curl my fingers into fists at my side. I glare down as she licks the tip of my cock again. I jerk my hips forward, chasing the suction I crave, and her eyes gleam. She massages my balls and I dig my heels into the ground. She licks her tongue down the length of my shaft and up again, and fuck if I don’t almost come right then. "If you don’t take me down your throat this instant, I’m going to—"
She closes her lips around the head of my cock. I grit my teeth as I watch my dick disappear inside her mouth. Fucking hell, if that isn’t the ultimate description of erotic, I am not sure what is.
She peers up at me, holding my gaze as she pulls back, leaving a trail of wetness on my shaft. Only to dip her head and move forward, and this time, she does take me down her throat.
"F-u-c-k." I grab hold of the armrests as she proceeds to swallow. My groin tightens, my balls swell, and the tension at the base of my spine curls into a ball. She pulls back until my dick is poised at the edge of her lips, then she closes her mouth around me again. Heat flushes my skin as she drags her teeth across the underside of my shaft. My muscles tense and the ball of tension at the base of my spine explodes out. "By theSanta Maria," I snap, "I am going to come all over your face, Beauty."
I pull out and grab my dick and position it as the climax grips me. The heat vibrates out, my cock jerks and I come, shooting a stream. I paint her face, her hair, position my cock to eject across her creamy breasts. By the time I am done, streaks of white crisscross her hair, her features, curve across her nipples.
I shove my fingers through her hair, grip the nape of her neck, haul her up, and fasten my lips on hers. I swipe my tongue across her teeth, tangle my tongue with hers as I grab her hip with my other hand. I squeeze and she moans into my mouth. And fuck, if that doesn’t send the blood emptying to my groin again.