“Mia,” I growl, letting the words fall low and sure. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.”
The look on her face turns serious, but I don’t give her time to spiral. My mouth trails down her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone, hands spanning her waist to keep her pinned.
I take my time worshipping her body. Kissing and biting as my nails score her thighs.
Once I get her legs draped over my shoulders, I settle between them. Running my thumb along her swollen lips, still slick, still messy, I watch her squirm with every slow stroke.
I ease two fingers inside, and she tightens around them, welcoming me back in. My cum leaks out around them, warm and indecent, and I swear under my breath, pushing what I can back in.
She props herself up, gathering pillows beneath her shoulders so she canwatch. Her mouth falls open, eyes wide with wonder. She’s enraptured. So am I.
“Want a taste, baby?” My voice is hoarse, taunting. “Want me to feed you every drop you earned?”
Her pussy clenches. That’s the first answer.
The second is a breathless curse. “Fuck.”
And the third and final one is the objective truth: “Yes.”
“Open your mouth and let me give it to you.”
She leans forward, tongue darting out. Her lashes flutter shut as she licks my fingers clean, and she moans. My head spins at the sight of her. She’s chaos and paradise. Dirty and divine.
I fuck her pussy with two fingers from my other hand, and she tightens around them as she sucks my cum off the other. She’s so fucking responsive. Mia moans into it, hips grinding against my hand. When I pull free from hermouth, there’s a wet pop and a helpless whimper. I lick my fingers too, and she watches, eyes ravenous.
“Pres,” she gasps, hips chasing the rhythm I’m setting. “I don’t think I need a break anymore.”
I give her a wicked smile, fingers sliding deeper, head going down.
“Good to know. Because I’m not stopping until I’ve eaten this pussy soaked in my cum, made you come again, and the only word you can remember is my name. You have my permission to scream it.”
Her head drops back at the first stroke of my tongue, fingers clawing at the sheets until her knuckles turn white. “Cancel the wheelchair. Have a funeral home on speed dial. I don’t think I’ll make it through this day.”
“You will, baby. Trust me, you will. We’ve got a whole list to get through, remember?” I drag my tongue along her clit, slow and firm, and her mouth spills filth in between gasps. “And today is just the beginning.”
I lap at every inch of her pussy, tasting both of us. It’s the best fucking thing that’s ever graced my mouth.
Her lips are swollen under my tongue. I rub my beard against her thighs, letting the scrape mark her and getting marked back with her scent.
“This pussy is going to ruin me, Mia. But worse? It’s going to become aneed. And I don't know how to live with that kind of hunger.”
Her nails rake my scalp, breath stuttering, voice ragged.
“You’re ruining me too, Preston… So do your fucking worst.”
I grin against her thigh. “Every fucking time you let me in, baby, I will.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
mia
We’re a tangle of limbs,breath, and what I’m now calling the best goddamn decision of my adult life. I’d bet Liam’s fortune that no hired escort would’ve fucked me half as thoroughly as Preston just did. Where’s that list and my red Sharpie? And a gold medal for this man, too.
I’m still gasping for air when he murmurs, pulling me closer by the waist, “Want a nap, a shower, a messy dip in the pool, or do you want to tempt fate with round two?”
A hysterical laugh escapes me before I can stop it, half-delirious and fully blissed-out. “Part of me is scared you’re serious about that last part.”
“Well, part of me’s not so sure I could actually handle that,” he says, grinning. “That’s why I said ‘tempt fate.’ So don’t get your hopes up too high.”
