“A-all of it.” My hands fist the sheets as his tongue flicks ever so gently against the bundle of nerves tucked between my folds.
“Such a tiny thing, I’m not sure I can finger you without popping your cherry, you’re so tiny, and I’ve got big fingers.” The words are said against my mound as he continues to play with my clit, alternating between dragging his tongue over it and flicking it back and forth, making my entire body feel as though it’s a ball on a tennis court.
“Please…” I bite my bottom lip, “I… it hurts… I can feel…”
“What you feel is an orgasm that’s going to blow your fucking mind.” Moving lower, he presses a thick finger against my entrance, his eyes remaining on mine the entire time. I wince at the intrusion as he pushes against the resistance of my body very gently. He only puts half his finger inside of me, but it feels so much bigger than a finger.
“Feel that stretching, and the slight burn? That’s what my cock’s going to do to you when you’re ready for me to fuck you. It’s going to own you like my finger does, like my fucking mouth does.”
With slow strokes, he brings me back to the edge of insanity, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, flicking me furiously, I shatter into a million pieces.
“I’m… oh, god…” The light behind my eyes blurs.
“Yes, come on my finger, let me taste those virgin pussy juices.” With his filthy mouth still on me, I skyrocket into the atmosphere. Weightlessness consumes me, and for the first time in my life, it feels like nothing can touch me.
I’m vaguely aware of Miles easing his finger out of me, and his lips pressing a kiss to the top of my mound before releasing my legs, but it isn’t until I open my eyes again a few seconds later that I see he’s watching me. Two dark hunger filled orbs pin me to the mattress.
My cheeks heat, and I look down at the incredibly large tent between his mammoth thighs. It looks painful, and even though I’ve never touched a cock before, I’m sure I could figure it out and return the favor. I mean, how hard could it be?
“Should I?” I whisper.
“No, today was about you, sweets. About showing you that I mean you no harm, that I can make you feel good, and proving that you can trust me. I will move heaven and hell before I let someone hurt you, including myself.”
His words wrap around me and fill my chest with a warm and fuzzy feeling that I haven’t felt in a very long time.
5
MILES
Seeing her walk around in nothing but my clothes on her body has me brimming with both possessive need and nasty jealousy. I love how my oversized shirt fits on her small frame, and how she wraps her slender arms around herself like she is cuddling into the fabric. What I don’t enjoy is every time one of my male staff looks at her bare legs or her nipples pebbling against the fabric.
I need to get her some clothes, preferably some that cover up her entire body.
Quickly, I lead her to the dining room and away from all male eyes. I pull out a chair for her, and she sits down, whispering a quiet thank you.
Before I even sit down on my own chair, Margot, my personal chef, walks into the room.
“Morning, sir, Nick informed me that you had a guest,” Margot announces, glancing down to where Rose is sitting. “I’m preparing breakfast for two. It will be out in three minutes.”
“Perfect. Margot, this is Rose,” I introduce them. “She lives here with me now. So, from now on, you will have toprepare meals for two people. Of course, I will raise your pay accordingly.”
“Oh…” Margot looks at me a little confused. “Thank you.”
“Rose, is there anything you don’t like or are allergic to?”
“No, I’m not picky. I’m sure I’ll love everything you cook. It already smells delicious,” Rose tells Margot, whose face lights up with pride and gratitude.
“Thank you.” Margot beams before disappearing back into the kitchen.
“Good, you already get along with the staff,” I praise Rose, loving how perfectly she fits into my life in every way.
“Do you really mean it? I can stay with you here?”
“You just don’t believe anything I say, do you?”
“Trust me, I want to believe it. But usually, when something sounds too good to be true, it’s because it’s not true. Yesterday I didn’t have a home and today, I’m in a mansion, sleeping on satin sheets and having breakfast cooked for me. You have to admit, that’s kind of crazy. It sounds like a fairytale, not my reality.”
“It might sound like a fairytale, but I can assure you, it’s not. This is real, and I’m definitely no prince charming.”
