She doesn’t blink. Just kicks the covers off and peels her pajama top up, baring her breasts before I finish the last sentence.
I strip down too and straddle her hips.
Mia watches me in awe—and gives me a god complex on the spot.
“I’ve seen bits of you,” she whispers, eyes wide. “But seeing you all at once… naked… fuck, Preston.”
She reddens again. So raw. So open. It’s a shot of fresh air after years suffocating.
“And yeah, I knew you’d be big, but that’s just plain scary.”
She’s not trying to stroke my ego. She’s dead serious.
I laugh, then slide my hands up her waist.
“I’ll get you nice and ready,” I promise. “Don’t worry.”
I grab my cock and stroke it once, testing my self-restraint. Yeah. No fucking way I’m lasting with this view.
“You said you wanted to help? Run your hand all over your pussy. Get those fingers messy. Show me how wet I made you.”
Her lips twitch, catching on to where I’m going. She rubs herself with two fingers, smearing the slick around, then slides them in, deep. Over and over. She circles her clit and watches me while she does it, knowing I’m on the fucking edge and having the time of her life watching me crumble. I slap her hand away.
“I’m about to come on the spot, Trouble. You trying to make it three seconds instead of thirty?”
She smirks at first, but her mouth falls open when I tell her, “Now wrap that hand around my cock.”
She feels soft, wet, delicious.
“Like this?” she asks, unsure.
I cover her hand with mine, guiding her grip. “Tighter,” I growl.
She obeys, and I see stars, spilling a string of curses.
“Fuck.” One breath, one shiver. “Yes. Like that.”
I try to steady my breath, try to hold back, but it’s no use. It’s too much—her touch, her bouncing tits, that goddamn open mouth.
“Go slow. Real slow. Drag this out for me,” I beg. “I want to feel you pump my cock until I can’t take another stroke.”
She nods, eager, already moving.
Christ, she’s a fucking star student.
“Play with your tits while you do it. Show me what you like. Teach me too.”
She sucks her fingers, then rolls her nipple, moaning softly as she jerks me off with the other hand, stroking me like she was born to do that. I can’t stop myself. I start thrusting into her grip. I need to.
The sounds we’re making aren’t loud or fast, but they’re no less savage. It’s a crazy feeling. Never wanting it to end, while you watch your body take over and act on its own accord, rocking faster into her hand.
“Come all over me, Pres. I only heard you last night. Let me see you now. I want to see you lose it for me. I'll keep my mouth open.” She tips her chin down, tongue peeking out. “Try to get some inside it, so I can taste you.”
Fuck.
Me.
Of course I lose it. I piston into her hand, and she squeezes me even tighter. I watch her—mouth open, tongue out, eyes on mine. She’s willing me to fall apart for her, and fuck, I do.
