“Good. I don’t want to talk about Peterson or this investigation while my dick’s out and your slit is shining for me. You know his thoughts are flawed.”
“Miles,” I whisper.
“You decide, sweetheart. I’ll go with whatever you decide. I’ll only touch you if you’re with me one hundred percent.”
Am I crazy? Yes. Am I stupid? No. I won’t lose my job over this because there’s no evidence of Miles being involved in the murder in any way. Sure, I could make for a terrible witness on the stand if it ever got to that. But it won’t. Itcan’tbecause Miles wasn’t involved.
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’m all in.”
A smile curls his lips and he looks almost feral. “Be a good girl and turn around. Bend over and put your hands on the coffee table, ass up, so I can eat that pussy for dessert.”
Oh. My. God.
He waits, one hand around his dick, one on his thick thigh.
I turn, stare at the hall to my bedroom, and then lean forward.
He grips my hips, and I gasp as he pulls me back. At the first lick of his tongue, I cry out and arch my back.
“Fuck, yes.” He fans my sensitive flesh.
Then he gets to workeatingme. Not one part of my pussy is neglected. I drop my head and I can see between my parted legs his dick—its hunger and thickness as it protrudes from the front of his jeans and boxers, as if it can’t be contained. There’s a pearly drop of fluid at the slit and I want to taste him as he’s tasting me.
Except I’m not moving anywhere. He’s got me in a secure hold and his mouth is on me. Latched on, sucking and licking my clit as if I’m his first meal after he’s been rescued from a deserted island.
“Miles!” I cry out.
“That’s it. Ride my face.”
I’m shameless. Wanton. Completely uninhibited as he brings me to the brink of orgasm, and then over.
I come on a moan.
He turns me easily since I’m replete and wobbly-legged. His mouth glistens and he uses the back of his hand to wipe it. It’s so hot, my pussy clenches even though I just came.
He reaches for his wallet, pulls out a condom and rolls it on with deft fingers. An easy tug and I drop onto the couch with him, straddling his waist.
A big hand cups the back of my neck as he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and I love it. I’ve had lovers before, but it wasn’t like this. So carnal. So…raw.
I want more ,and by the way his jaw is tight, his muscles tense, and his dick even thicker and longer than before, I can tell he’s holding himself back.
I don’t want that. I want all of Miles. His wildness. His intensity.
Lifting up on my knees, I hover over him. He shifts, pushing his jeans down and out of the way. I close my eyes and lower myself.
“Don’t close them,” he says.
I open my eyes and gaze at him as I take him into my body, one delicious, thick inch at a time.
“Fuck,” he growls, gripping me my hips.
He’s big, and a tight fit. I’m so wet though that he slips in easily, filling me.
When I’m sitting on his thighs, taking all of him, his head falls back against the couch.