“Good.” He smirks, and my stomach does a flip.
We drive the rest of the way in silence, but the tension in the car has every hair on my body raised. My skin tingles all over, and I feel like my blood runs a few degrees hotter than normal. Overall, I just feel… alive, excited like I am on a high.
When we pull up to his enormous house, those feelings are only intensified, and I think my heart might explode soon. He helps me out of the car, his touch so gentle, and that calms me down a little.
Taking my small hand in his large one, he walks me inside. The first thing I notice is that the house is unusually quiet.
“Where is everybody?”
“I gave the staff this weekend off. I want you all to myself.”
Eagerly, he leads me to his bedroom. I can barely keep up with his long strides, and as soon as he notices, he bends down and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to him like my life depends on it.
“I’m not going to let you fall.”
“I know,” I whisper, but still cling to him just because I want to. Being close to him, holding him like this, makes me feel safe, a feeling that has been absent from my life for way too long.
By the time we get to his bedroom, I’m not afraid anymore. A calmness I’ve never felt before washes over me as he places me on his bed. Through hooded eyes, I peek up at him. He looks like a mountain of muscle, a mountain that is about to come down on top of me, threatening to bury me under an avalanche of pleasure, and still, I’m not scared.
“You are so beautiful,” he tells me as his eyes rake over every inch of my body. Even with the clothes I’m wearing, I feel naked and exposed, and I like it. My inner muscles clench around nothing, just thinking about what we are about to do.
Watching him undress, I take in every ridge of his muscular chest and every dip on his six-pack abs. When he pulls down his boxers and his cock springs free, I gasp. It’s massive, and the head is an angry purple. It’s so hard, it’s pointing up to his navel. A sliver of fear slides down my spine and into my belly.
“I’m gonna make you come beforehecomes anywhere near you. I’ll make sure you’re wet and relaxed first. Begging for me to come inside of you.” His gaze lowers to between my legs, and I can’t help but squirm, remembering the last time he made me come with his tongue and fingers. “You remember how good I made you feel last time, don’t you, with my tongue licking your little pussy?”
Nodding, I feel myself growing wetter for him, my entire body pulsing with need. Lifting my hips, I slip my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pull them down my legs. Miles’s eyes follow my movements, and when I reach my calves, he helps, pulling them the rest of the way off. He licks his lips, salivating like a man who is awaiting his last meal.
My arousal coats my pussy lips as well as the insides of my thighs. My cheeks flame as I stare up at him. “I… I want you to…”
He grins already knowing what I’m going to say. Without an ounce of hesitation, he dives between my legs, his fingers digging into my thighs as he parts me far enough to fit his broad shoulders between my legs. Once spread, he slips his hands down to my ass, cupping each cheek before lifting me to his face.
He gives me one long generous lick, and that’s all it takes for me to start moaning his name. “Miles…” I mewl into the air and place a hand against his head, never wanting him to leave. Pleased, he growls against my folds and starts to feast, rubbingagainst my clit while he fucks me with his tongue, slow and leisurely.
“Ohhhh…” Pleasure builds deep in my belly, and warmth radiates down my spine and into my limbs. This feels different, deeper, and I’m not sure how. Miles works me to the edge of existence, his lips tugging at my clit, sucking every drop of arousal out of me.
“Come for me. I want to feel your tight little pussy try and push me out,” he growls against my mound, the rumble of his deep voice pulses through me and I shatter into a million pieces, all of which go in a million different directions.
My lids fall closed, and I tremble against the sheets. I don’t get a chance to come down from my high though. Miles gently eases a finger into my channel, pumping in and out of me until I’m gasping, my back bowing off the mattress.
“I… I can’t…” I whimper, feeling as if I’m going to break in two, the pleasure so consuming it could swallow me whole.
“You will… you’re going to come all over my hand before I stretch you with my cock. Now, be a good little girl and come for me, show me how bad you want me to fuck you. Show me…” Miles orders gruffly, and it’s like he has some type of pull on my body, like he knows me better than I know myself.
Adding a second finger, he pumps faster and faster, stretching me, filling me, adding a bite of pain to the mix and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
“Ohhh…” I cry and bite at my hand as I place it over my mouth to stop the scream from escaping, but all it does is muffle it as he slingshots me into the dark. Goosebumps zing across my skin, and my nipples harden to the point of pain as every function of my body ceases to exist in that moment.
I’m vaguely aware of Miles’s fingers easing out of me, his huge frame moving above mine. When I finally open my eyes,I see him hovering above me, his eyes the color of melted chocolate, his features brimming with frustration and need.
His body shakes as he spreads me wider and takes his cock into his hand, giving it a few shallow pumps. I’m mesmerized by the movement and watch with bated breath as he brings it to my entrance.
Looking up at me, he grunts, “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so fucking small, and I’m… a beast. I don’t want to scare you, but all I want to do is sink deep inside you, fuck you until my cock is smeared with your virginity.”
Lifting a hand, I place it against his cheek. His skin is rough and warm, and he feels like home. Like being in his arms is where I belong.
“You won’t hurt me… I trust you,” I whisper.
“Maybe you shouldn’t, sweets, you really shouldn’t, but there isn’t anyone else I’d ever let have you, so you’re stuck with me.Mine.All-fucking-mine.” The way the word mine rolls off his tongue tells me he isn’t lying. I am his, but is he mine?
