His cock was right there — wet from fucking me. Milo looked feral. Cheek still red from my slap, eyes black with rage and hunger.
“Open,” he growled.
I wouldn’t.
He slapped the heavy head of his cock against my cheek, then pushed past my lips without waiting. I choked as he thrust in, hitting the back of my throat immediately.
“That’s it,” he rasped, hips snapping forward. “You can take it.”
Tears pricked my eyes instantly. He was rough — rougher than I had ever seen him. Spit dripped down my chin, over theneckline of the dark dress. This was punishment, and God — I deserved it.
I dug my nails into his thighs, and he hissed, and pushed even deeper, stretching my jaw impossibly wide. Every time I gagged, he groaned.
Yes, baby. Keep going.
He pulled out long enough for me to suck in a gasping breath, drool running down my chin.
“Come on my face,” I begged, leaning in to kiss his thigh.
My voice came out hoarse, raw — needy.
His grip in my hair tightened until it burned. For a second, I thought he might deny me just to be cruel, but then that dark, possessive smirk twisted his lips.
“Greedy little whore,” he muttered, stroking himself hard and fast right in front of my face. The wet sound of his fist filled the penthouse, the hottest thing I’d heard in a while. His pierced cock glistened with my spit, the veins standing out. “You come home smelling like another man and still want my cum all over you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, tilting my head back. “Mark me. Remind me who I belong to.”
He cursed under his breath, hips jerking. The first thick rope of cum hit my cheek, then my lips, then painted across my tongue. I moaned at the taste of him — salty and familiar — and kept my eyes locked on his while he came all over my face. Some of it landed on my lashes, my forehead, dripping down into the valley of my breasts.
When he finally stopped shuddering, he rubbed the head of his cock across my red lips, pushing the last drops into my mouth.
“Swallow.”
My throat bobbed, followed by my tongue moving against the tip of his cock, trying to get more.
He pressed his thumb to my lower lip. “Mary was a greedy little lamb,” he half-whispered, half sang.
I caught his thumb with my lips. “Yes,” I muttered, against the pad of his finger. “Mary’syourgreedy little lamb.”
Milo managed to fuck the jealousy out of his system in a reasonable amount of time — three hours and forty-six minutes. All in all, not too shabby. And I decided that he owed me a credit card with no limit for it. It was only fair.
I padded out of the bathroom with my hair in a loose topknot, face slathered in moisturized, the hem of the nightgown brushing my thighs. The penthouse was dark except for the blue glow of his phone screen and the dim yellow light of the night lamp.
Milo was sprawled on his back in the middle of the king-sized bed, one arm tucked behind his head.
“What’s so interesting?” I climbed onto the bed and crawled over to him, straddling his thighs. He didn’t look up from his phone, but his free hand immediately settled on my ass.
“Nothing,” he muttered, but didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Just scrolling,” he said and yawned.
I rocked my hips once, trying to get his attention.
“Not tonight, doll. I physically can’t anymore,” Milo said, locking his phone and tossing it onto the nightstand. Both hands gripped my waist now, sliding up under the nightgown and then back down.
“That’s a shame,” I said, even though I wouldn’t be able to take him if he could. He had actually fucked me raw and that wasn’t a figure of speech.
“The most I can offer is you to ride my face.” His thumbs brushed the undersides of my breasts.
I shook my head. “I want something else.”
