My darling demise.
My darling Mia.
And I’d have been happier than if I’d gone to heaven.
Mia
HE DIDN’T JUST EATme out. He ravaged and savored me in a way I’d never experienced. From him humming against my folds, to him murmuring sweet nothings between thrusting his tongue deep into me.
He told me how good I tasted, how much he thought about me, how he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of me. I reminded myself that the words were empty and hollow, ones I knew he probably didn’t mean.
But I was only human, and my body listened and responded like I was a prized possession. I clung to his hair for dear life, wanting it to never end but also not sure how much sensation I could endure.
No man had made me feel fear and excitement so quickly. I was on the edge of death with his threats but more alive than I’d ever been. The roller coaster of emotions was fast, dangerous, and addicting. No person should have been exposed to that type of thrill, because I was sure afterward I’d struggle to come back from it.
Closing my legs and leaving wasn’t an option though. Jameson Knight would get what he wanted from me because my body was ready to give him everything. The way his tongueswept through me built a pressure that needed to be relieved, that twisted a desire so powerful that I was ready to scream for the orgasm I so desperately needed.
“Please,” I whispered, pulling at his dark hair.
He brushed his fingers over me so he could pull back and stare at me with those cool, blue eyes. “What are you begging for now, Darling? Am I not giving you exactly what you need?”
I bit my lip, because asking him for his cock wasn’t something I was used to. Asking foranything,really, wasn’t something I did.
When I hesitated, he stopped touching me, as if it were punishment for not answering. “If you need something, you say it.”
“I need it all. You,” I blurted as I rolled my hips down on his fingers. He met my movements perfectly with his own, like a damn reward. “Please. Just screw me, Jameson. I’m not used to playing games in the bedroom.”
His stare became inquisitive as he worked me at a steady pace. Round and round his fingers went on my clit, with just enough pressure to excite me but not make me lose my mind. “Has no one played with your pussy like me, Mia?”
I gasped when he thrust a finger in and curled it against a sensitive part. The sensation left me with no filter. “No one. Oh my God. That feels good.”
“How good? Ride my hand and show me how you like it.” Those blue eyes swept down my body like an ocean rolling over the sand and moved me to listen. I was malleable under his touch and wanted to obey his every command, because I was rewarded when I did. I rolled my hips, and he licked his lips like he was hungry for me. I rode his fingers harder, and his gaze darkened while his jawline clenched. I was affecting him the way he affected me, and the sheer idea of it had me on the brink.
“Look at how wet you get for me, Mia. These pretty thighs against my counter glistening and getting the metal all wet. Youtold me it was impossible. What else are you lying about? Did the men you’ve been with really actually play with your pussy? You leading me on?”
“They didn’t,” I reassured him as I panted, my hands gripping my thighs now as I rode him faster and faster. “Honestly, the men I get with just get what they want before ever worrying about me getting mine.”
He hummed, pulling his hand back a little, but my hips chased his fingers best they could. I was so close, but he wanted to drag this out. “They were selfish and stupid men then.”
“I don’t know,” I whined, frustrated he wasn’t unbuttoning his slacks, but then he slid another finger in me, and I whimpered. “Just give me more. I don’t care about the others. I want this right now. I’ll turn around. You can take me from behind, do what you want, anything.”
I’d lost control and said the last bit as a bargaining chip. He didn’t know I knew that’s the way he liked it, that that was the way he did it with Valerie.
Something shifted in his stance and his gaze, even in the way his hand moved in me. Those blue eyes pierced sharper, that touch felt predatory, and his muscles bulked as his hand stilled. “You intend to not look at me when I fuck you?” His tone was dark, flattening into a voice that was almost primal. “Do you want to forget it’s me?”
“No.” I shook my head fast, realizing that’s what he must have been doing with Valerie. “Of course not. I just want to get off. What are you waiting for?”
He chuckled, but there was an edge to it. “Mia, I’m meticulous if nothing else. Your body needs to be ready.”
“I am ready. If you’re not capable of finishing the job, then let’s just stop.” The snark flew out of my mouth.
“Capable?” He smirked. “I’m going to watch your pussysoakmy hand for that. Slowly and surely.”
“I don’t get wet like that, Jameson. I’m telling you, I never have!”
“Let’s see then. I want these nipples puckering for me. Your body shaking. You moaning. And let’s see if this pussy weeps for me, because when I fuck you, Mia”—his thumb was tracing my clit now, deliberately and possessively, as he bent over me—“I’m going to watch and memorize every inch of you … of how you look when you scream my name over and over.”
I moaned, pulling him closer so I could move onto his fingers faster, getting the friction I wanted. I didn’t care what he wanted anymore—I’d do all of it just to hit my orgasm.
