He slapped his cock on my pussy again, and I moaned. The tension rose in my core, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of coming already, and he hadn’t even put it inside of me yet.
He smirked against my neck and lightly sank his teeth into my shoulder, and then he rammed himself deep inside of me. I screamed out in delight. He drove into me with one hand wrapped in my hair.
“Harder.”
He slipped his other hand around my waist to my tits, and he slapped one tit through my shirt and watched it bounce.
“More.”
He struck my breast again with his palm, hitting my nipple. I moaned out, the force building inside my pussy. The hand that was tangled in my hair wrapped around the front of my throat, and he squeezed lightly.
“Harder,” I choked out. “Please.”
He growled against my ear, pushed his hand down to my clit, and smacked it over and over and over until it was swollen under his fingers. Every time he hit me—every fucking time—I clenched tighter and tighter on his cock. He slammed into me, and I gripped his wrist as the lust pulsed throughout my body.
“Don’t stop fucking me, Michael …” I breathed out. “Don’t stop fucking me until you come.”
He started to pump even faster inside of me, fingers rubbing my clit. I drew my fingers over my nipple, threw my head back, and squeezed my eyes closed. So close … so damn close. So many emotions were pumping through me that I didn’t even realize that Michael had loosened his grip on my neck and pressed his lips to mine.
“Mia,” he mumbled, “I’m going to come inside of you.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, I came all over his cock. My pussy was pulsing, my legs shaking, my mind numb. He dug his fingers lightly into my hips, shoved his cock as deep as it would go, and stilled.
I relaxed against him, my eyes rolling back into my head. He started to pull out of me, and I could feel my pussy gripping on to every inch of his cock.
After a few moments, I reclipped my bra, pulled up my pants, and took a deep breath. My legs were still tingling, my whole body relaxing for the slightest moment. I gathered all my thoughts and peeked my head out the door, making sure the coast was clear. When I was sure that it was, Michael and I walked out of the room.
“Mia?” someone said from behind me.
I turned around to see Serena, staring wide-eyed at me andMelissa’s fathercoming out of the supply closet together.
CHAPTER19
MIA
Oh my fucking God.
This couldn’t be happening. I refused to believe it.How can …
Serena gazed between us, lips parting, not uttering a single word. I stared at her and clasped my hands together, my heart pounding against my chest.
What should I say? Should I tell her? Should I act like nothing happened? Will she tell Melissa that I am sleeping with her father?
“Are you hungry, Serena?” Michael asked, trying to shake away the sudden tension.
But it didn’t go away. I could feel the tension in the air, could already hear all the questions she was going to ask me about this.
Serena glanced at him, then down at her shoes. “Um, I don’t want to intrude.”
“You’re not intruding,” I said a bit too quickly.Nice going, Mia. Way to look extra suspicious.“Mich—” I pursed my lips, accidentally slipping his real name into the conversation, and cursed myself. “Mr. Bryne was just … leaving.”
I didn’t want Michael to leave. Besides spending time with Mom, I looked forward to eating dinner with him every night. It wasn’t like anyone else came to visit me regularly here.
Michael nodded. “I’ll, um … see you tomorrow night, Mia.”
Though he tried to brush this off as if it were nothing, I could see that look in his eyes. He was nervous about being caught, almost as much as I was. But the Mr. Bryne I knew usually was never nervous. We’d fucked in his house with his daughter home, in the living room, in front of the damn window.
After sending me a strained smile, he disappeared into the elevator. I stared at the ground and walked toward the waiting room. Serena followed me in an uncomfortable silence. I took the sandwiches out of the takeout bag and handed mine to her, knowing that she wouldn’t like the peppers on Michael’s.
