“I’m so much better than that.” It’s the greatest mix of stretch, fullness and pleasure I’ve ever felt.
He brushes a strand off my forehead, impossibly tender for a moment like this. But that’s Pres. “There’s no rush,” he rasps, as his cock parts me further. “You don’t need to work that hard, baby, this needy little cunt is already sucking me in.”
She is. God help me, she is. I couldn’t stop the way I’m clenching if I wanted to. Which I don’t.
He holds still, letting my hips take over. Watching me fight to breathe, to hold back the orgasm clawing up my spine.
I clutch his face now, desperate for more, and nearly gone. “Please, don’t stop. I want your cum leaking out of me every time I move.”
Preston grins. “There’s no stopping now, Trouble.” And he rocks forward just enough to prove it.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
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Mia whines,claws tightening on my back. Her legs twitch around my waist, trembling with the effort of pulling me closer and keeping herself open.
“Jesus, Mia,” I groan. “You feel like a fucking velvet vice.”
She gasps. “More. I can take more. Pres, fuck me open.”
I don’t move. Not yet. My body shakes with restraint. I’m split between reverence and need.
“You really want my cum, Mia?”
Her eyes snap open. Her mouth parts. I watch her pupils dilate as if I’m feeding her a new drug.
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “I got tested when she left. And my cock hasn’t been hard for anyone—not one goddamn second—until you paraded that naked ass fresh out of the shower and fixed me.”
Her pussy ripples around me, dragging a groan from my chest.
“I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not,” I add, “but I had a vasectomy. So tell me, baby. Can I fill this pussy up? Can I come inside you like I fucking need to?”
“God, yes,” she gasps, barely coherent. “Do it, Pres. Fill me.”
That’s all it takes. My hips surge forward, pushing deeper. She cries out beneath me as I stretch her inch by thick inch. Her slick walls clutch and ripple, her body trying to mold to me.
“Fuck—fuck,” she chokes out, eyes wide and wet. “You’re… so big—oh my—too big. It hurts, but… God, I love it.”
“You love it?” My voice cracks, dropping into something darker. Possessive. And delighted too. “You love the way it hurts, baby? You like being split open on my cock?”
She nods so fast her face becomes a blur, and I fuck her harder with slow, grinding thrusts that make her pussy learn my cock.
“I’m so full,” she whimpers, nails digging into my skin. “I feel everything. Every vein, every ridge—God, Pres, it’s so much.”
“You were made for this. For me. Look at how well you take me. Look at how this tight cunt still tries to suck me deeper.”
Mia’s hips roll up to meet me, desperate and wanton. Her eyes flutter shut, and she gasps, “Pres, I’m close.”
I slow my thrusts. “Wait, baby.” But her hips chase me and I change my mind. “Or don’t.” I pick the pace back up, harder. “Come all over me—but I’m not stopping until this pussy takes every inch of my cock. Then you can come again when I’m buried to the hilt.”
“Y-you aren’t all the way in?” She pushes up on herelbows to check, then collapses back onto the mattress. The smartass PA is trying to process cock math—and losing.
Mia’s eyes sparkle with newfound bravery. “Let me turn around. You wondered how my body would ripple? Let me get on all fours and show it to you.”
Fuck.
Her ass is poised high, pussy gleaming with sweat and spit and need. Suddenly, I’m not so sureI’llbe able to wait much longer.
