Her lips parted.
I guided myself into her mouth. Slow. Watching her face as I pushed past her lips, across her tongue, deeper and deeper until I felt the back of her throat.
She gagged and I pulled back.
"Breathe," I said. "Through your nose."
Then I pushed in again. Deeper. Holding her head in place with the hand fisted in her hair while I fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
She couldn't see me. Couldn't read my face. All she had was the taste of me, the stretch of her jaw, the salt-skin-musk of my cock sliding across her tongue.
"Good girl," I breathed. "Taking me so well."
She moaned around me. The vibration shot straight up my spine, and I had to pull out before I came down her throat.
"Up," I said.
She rose. Her lips were swollen and wet with spit. I grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head. Her bra followed. Then her panties. Until she was naked and shivering and completely at my mercy.
I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
But I didn't follow her down.
Instead, I stood at the edge of the mattress and looked at her. She couldn't see me looking. Couldn't see the way my eyes traced every curve, every mark I'd left on her skin. The bruise on her throat. The bite on her breast. The darkening fingerprints on her hips. She was even more beautiful in the soft glow of the lights.
Mine. All mine. For one more week.
Maybe.
"Spread your legs," I said.
She did.
"Wider."
She opened for me. Completely. Exposing the wet, swollen center of her. The evidence of what I did to her.
I stripped out of my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and settled between her thighs.
And then I made her suffer.
I ate her pussy like I was starving. Gentle at first, with soft licks and teasing circles around her clit. Making her chase it. She whimpered, hips lifting, seeking more pressure, and the sound was music to my ears.
I gave her nothing but softness. Tenderness she didn't expect from me. The kind of worship I couldn't afford to show anywhere but here, in the dark, where she couldn't see my face.
And when she finally came, it was a slow roll. A shudder that started in her core and spread outward as she gasped my name.
I kissed the inside of her thigh.
One down.
This time I wasn't gentle.
I sucked her clit between my lips and worked it with my tongue while two fingers curved inside her. Fast. Relentless. Pushing her higher and higher until she was sobbing, hands fisted in my hair, back arched off the bed.
"Milo—I can't?—"
"You can."
