He’s silent a moment, toying with my cunt—in and out, in and out—stoking the fire in my belly into an inferno. “I want nudes for my hidden album.”
I go rigid, trapping his fingers between my legs.
With a growl, he removes them, then spins me so I’m forced to face him.
“I, uh…”
“I know you haven’t taken any in a long time.” He ducks his head, his expression full of understanding. “And I understand you still have insecurities about your body. But baby…” He runs his hands along my silhouette and squeezes my hips. “I fucking love this body.”
God, he’s so good to me.
I don’t realize I’m biting my lip until he forces it free with his thumb.
“Please.” It’s a demand, not a request.
When I nod, he unleashes a wicked grin. “Good. Now prepare to lose,honey.”
39
Ezra
WE UNDRESS EACH OTHER RAPIDLY.The hell with taking our time. That was Ezra of the past. Ezra of the future claims naked real estate, fighting Millie’s hands for purchase until her face lands between my legs, and mine between hers. Lying on my side, with determination in my veins, I yank her by the thighs and glue my mouth to her pussy. When she grasps the base of my shaft and rests my crown on her wet lips, I’m not so confident I’ll win this bet.
She licks teasingly first, then slides me in and hollows her cheeks, gripping me so tight, my balls retract. When she hums around my cock, I try to pull back, but she smacks the side of my ass as punishment and draws me in tighter.
I have to win this silly fucking competition. I need those nudes.
With two fingers shoved deep inside her, I do that thing she loves so much with my tongue, the thing I usually save for the finale.
“Not fair,” she yells when she pops off my cock with a slobberysmack. “You play dirty.” Whimpering, she doubles down onher efforts to suck me off. She rubs my taint, but by the way her movements slow, then pick up, then slow again, I can tell I’ve got this in the bag.
That’s it, Millie. Come for Daddy.
“Fuck, fine.” Her body goes limp, and she concedes.
Good girl. I want to praise her out loud, but my mouth is otherwise occupied.
My cock rests against her lips, her hot breath teasing the tip and her tongue occasionally darting out as if she needs a taste.
“Right there,right there,” she cries.
After two more pumps of my fingers and quick flicks to her clit with my tongue, she’s screaming. Her pulsing pussy is confirmation of her climax. I peer up, unwilling to miss witnessing the way her body convulses with every quiver. With the flat of my tongue pressed to her, I let her ride out the last of her orgasm against me.
“Fuck.” She giggles in euphoria. “Feels… so… good.”
Once she’s hoisted herself up on her elbows, I give her my prize-winning grin.
“Asshole,” she laughs.
“Nowcan I take my time?” I lower my hand to her thigh, but before making contact, I pull away, careful to avoid the sensitive area.
“Sure thing, big guy.” She smirks. “Just give me a minute.”
I patiently—okay, not so patiently—wait for her to return from the bathroom.
Though Millie’s contract is set for three months, there is a good chance it’ll be extended. And why wouldn’t it be? She’s spectacularly talented. She has a weekend off in about a month, so I plan to fly in a day early to watch her perform, then spend the rest of the time worshipping her. Until then, I’ll do everything in my power to make her feel loved.
Love.
