My jaw drops open too. Not just in pleasure, but in awe of the goddess stretched out below me.
White strings shoot across her body—her neck, tits, belly. Down to the top of her pussy when the last of it spills. But none of it lands in her mouth, and her face doesn’t hide the disappointment.
“Did you want a taste that much, baby?” I ask, breathless.
“I did,” she confesses, keeping nothing from me.
“Then you will. Open up.”
“What—” she starts, but gasps when I bend down and lick my cum off her breast, gathering it on my tongue, then pressing it to her lips. The shock wears off the moment our mouths meet.
Mia doesn’t hesitate. She sucks my tongue deep into her mouth and moans when it hits her tastebuds.
Her pupils widen—and then she rips me apart, saying, “I really like you,” before licking her lips, already hungry for more.
“I’m sure it tastes better since it’s mixed with your pussy on my tongue.”
Her gaze flicks around the room as if she hadn’t considered that.
“It is?”
“Have you ever tasted yourself, Mia?”
She just shakes her head, burrowing deeper into the pillow.
I slide two fingers through her slit—she’s so wet I don’t even need to go deep. I suck my fingers clean and murmur, “Do you want to?”
“Fuck, Pres.” Her chest heaves, tits bouncing with each labored breath. “How do you make the dirtiest things sound so sexy?”
“Because it’s you. And me.” I rub just my index now, teasing her entrance, slipping the first knuckle in, then I lick it clean again. Savoring it. Making her jealous. “Do youwantto taste yourself, Mia?”
“Oh God,” she exhales. “I think I do.”
She looks overwhelmed by this newfound truth, but determined. Wanting. I rub her slit with two fingers until they slide in. I work them into her until she rocks back, matching me, perfectly in sync.
Pulling my soaked fingers out, Mia waits for me with lips parted. First, I smear the wetness over her bottom lip as if I’m painting her with lipstick. Her tongue peeks out for a taste. I pause and let her chase it, her gaze fixed on mine the entire time.
I slide my fingers over her tongue and make her keep her mouth open, waiting. The seconds stretch, and the torture shows all over her face. Once I nod, she latches onto them and sucks them clean. The effort it takes her to keep her eyes open and on mine adds a whole extra layer of pleasure.
I fingerfuck her some more with my free hand, not very dexterously, but that’s not the point right now. I lick that finger, then her cum-covered nipple. Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I kiss the fuck out of her, our flavors mixed together. She clings to me, drinking us, armslocked across my neck, as if I’d leave on my own volition. My dick hardens again. I could call her Little Miss Viagra, but I think I’ll stick with Trouble.
When she breaks for air, I do the hardest thing I’ve done tonight.
“Mia. If I don’t leave now, I’ll stay and fuck you until I learn every sound your pretty mouth makes. And then I’ll do it again. And again. Until I forget why I ever planned to walk away.”
“You’re not making a strong case for me to let you go. Just saying.”
I inhale her scent one last time as I gather the courage to climb off her.
No words feel right. “I’m sorry to…dine and dash?” I regret my disgraceful attempt at humor the second it’s out of my mouth.
She slaps both hands over her face to muffle her laugh, shoulders shaking with the effort. When she finally peeks through her fingers, opening them in mock horror, her eyes are wild and disbelieving.
“You didnotjust say that.”
But when she bares that gorgeous face again, cheeks flushed and the biggest grin splashed across it, I don’t even feel bad about making a fool of myself. If that smile is the reward, I’ll say even dumber shit, so help me God.
“May I assign you some assistant duties, Miss Thorne?”
