My eyes fluttered closed. I didn’t picture Mason, instead thinking about being with Michael every night. He had promised me once before that he’d take care of me, that he’d be there for me no matter what, and he had proven to me that he wouldn’t give up on me. I arched my back, slipped my hand into his hair, and moved my hips back and forth against him.
His breath heated my folds, and his tongue hit my clit in just the right spot. I curled my toes, my legs starting to tremble. He set his lips harder against my clit, ravenously eating my pussy, and pushed a finger inside of me. I moaned at the sudden tension, my pussy immediately wrapping around his finger like it was the biggest thing that had ever been inside of me.
“More,” I moaned.
He pushed another finger inside of me, pumping them in and out quickly. I threw my head back, my breasts bouncing in his shirt each time he moved his fingers inside of me. I let out another moan, and he continued to eat my pussy until I was close to coming.
My legs were trembling, my heart pounding in my chest. As I was about to come, he’d slow down, mix up his pace, pull his fingers out of me, make me desperate. When I whined, desperate for more, he’d start back up, tugging on my nipple, breathing on my wetness, sucking my clit between his lips. And then he’d stop, refusing to let me come.
“More, Michael …” I stared down into his eyes and furrowed my brows, a surge of pleasure rushing through me. “Please, give me more.”
He kissed up my folds to my hips, letting his lips linger on my skin before crawling closer to me and grinding his bulge against my aching pussy. He set his lips against my jaw, sucking harshly on the skin. “Is this why you called me to come pick you up tonight?”
He ground himself into me, and I reached between us, unable to stop myself, and thrust my hand into his suit pants to grab his cock. I stroked it and pressed the head against my entrance. Though it was through his pants, my body ached for him to push it inside of me.
“Harder,” I begged.
He pushed against me, and heat gathered in my pussy.
God, I needed him inside of me. So. Damn. Bad.
“Please, give it to me.”
He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat, pulled my upper body off the couch, and pushed down his pants. Then, he shoved himself into me without warning. His dick slid into me with ease. My eyes widened as I adjusted to his size, and I moaned out loud. He pulled me toward him with each thrust, my breasts against his bare chest. He tugged on my nipple—hard—through my shirt.
“Oh my God,” I said under my breath, eyes rolling back. The pressure was driving me higher than it ever had before.
The angry, dark Michael had finally come out to play.
“Harder, Michael. Give it to me harder.”
He pulled out of me, and I whimpered, my whole body needing him more than I’d needed anything ever. Before I could react, he turned me onto my stomach and plunged himself back into me from behind. My fingers curled into the couch cushions. He grabbed a fistful of my hair in one hand and slapped my phone down on the couch next to me.
“If this is all you want, call your boyfriend and tell him to pick you up after I finish fucking you senseless …” he said into my ear, his voice tense. “Or tell him that you’re done with him.”
My heart raced in my chest, and my cheeks flushed. He didn’t give me another choice. Mason or him. My boyfriend or my best friend’s dad.
He pumped into me, and I closed my eyes.
“No,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to hold back my orgasm. It was selfish and—
Almost as if it were fate, Mason’s name flashed on the screen. Before I could end the call, Michael tapped on it to answer it, and I held a hand to my mouth to muffle my moans.
Why was he calling me now?
Michael slipped an arm around my waist and rubbed my pussy with his fingers. I took a shaky breath, trying to calm myself.
“Babe?” Mason asked.
I could hear my damn heart pounding in my ears.
“Babe, where’d you go?”
“Didn’t even notice you were gone for hours,” Michael growled into my ear.
My pussy tightened on him, and he played with it, driving me closer and closer to the edge. The tension rose in my core, and I squeezed my eyes closed.
Calm down, Mia. Calm down.
