Circling her clit with my tongue, I pull it between my lips and tug hard. My eyes never leave hers, not even when she threads her fingers into my hair and pulls harshly. I love how she tastes; I can’t get enough of her. She’s sweet and tangy, and my favorite fucking flavor. She’s exactly what I need.
Reaching up, I squeeze her breast then run circles around her nipple in tandem with the attention I give her clit. Her walls fluttering around my fingers tell me she’s close. My dick aches against my pants, begging to be let out. There’s no doubt an imprint of my zipper there now.
Pushing further into her, I flatten my tongue, giving her fast strokes. She tilts her pussy into my face, silently begging for more. As she moans, I push deeper against her, stroking the spot I know will have her soaking my face.
I don’t have to wait long. When I tap against her sweet little bundle of nerves with my tongue, then suck her clit into my mouth, Mila explodes. Her release floods out of her, coating her thighs and my face. Licking and tasting every part of her, I don’t let up until she pushes my head away.
Mila's face is flushed; her chest is rising and falling quickly. Her eyes are closed and there’s a smile on her lips. “Lunatic,” she whispers.
I’m going to be the best damn lunatic she’s ever met.
I quickly unzip and shove my pants down, not bothering to take them off the whole way. I almost cry in relief when my cock springs free. My movements briefly freeze as I catalog Mila’s appearance.
Her legs are spread, pussy swollen and wet, while a red blush spreads across her skin, and the most satisfied expression covers her face.Fuckingperfection.
Standing, I yank her to the edge of the counter and damn near come as I slam into her in one thrust. Mila’s pussy is so tight and warm, her walls fluttering from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Fuck, Mila,” I groan, pulling back and leaning down to snatch her lips in a bruising kiss. She’s right to call me a lunatic. There’s no telling what I would do to someone who tried to come between us. If anyone ever tried to take her from me, there’s no place in this fucking universe they could hide from my wrath.
Sliding back into her body, I pant against her mouth. I hold a fist full of Mila’s hips in place as I rock into her. For once, my size pays off. She’s at the perfect height on the counter for me to hit that perfect spot deep inside her body. The sounds of our breath and skin slapping off each other permeate through the kitchen. Heat creeps up my spine, but I’m not ready to come yet.
Mila’s fingers are digging into my arms, her back arching away from the cabinet. Her tits bounce with the force of each thrust, and it makes my vision go hazy. Reaching between us, I watch my dick as it splits her open, rubbing her clit with my thumb. “You have no idea what it does to me, watching you take my cock like this. I’m going to come so deep inside of you that I’ll be running down your thighs for days. I’m going to paint your pussy walls, and do you know why, Mila?”
She shakes her head, biting down on her lip. As I slam into her again, I feel her pussy gripping me tightly. Thank fuck she’s almost there. She doesn’t answer me with words, but a few moments later, her body does. After I slam into her twice more, Mila detonates, clamping down on my cock, her teeth digging into my shoulder, barely muffling her cries. Fire floods through my veins as I empty myself into her, shooting rope after rope of cum into her pussy.
Dragging my cock out, I watch as my release drips out and onto her quivering thighs. Mila’s eyes track my movements as I slide my fingers into it and push it back inside her. Her eyes widen and she moans low and sweet.
Taking my free hand, I grab her chin between my thumb andfinger and tilt her face so she’s looking into my eyes. My fingers that are still in her pussy curve as I rub my thumb against her clit. She whimpers against me as I slide my tongue against the seam of her soft, pillowy lips.
Mila shivers as I pull away and flash her a wolfish smile. “You let me do all those things because you like that I’m a lunatic, Sweet Girl. More importantly—” I pause as I pull my fingers from her pussy, bringing them to my lips, and Mila watches with wide eyes as I clean our joined releases off my hand.
“I’myourlunatic.”
Chapter Fifty-Two
Mila
Iknow I probably shouldn’t be here right now, but Kash has a client that’s going to make him late, and I haven’t seen Mara outside of work, so we decided to meet up for a drink. I’m tired, ready to fall asleep as I wait for her at some dive bar, making me suddenly miss theGravel Pit. Don’t get me wrong—theGravel Pitisn’t exactly a five-star establishment but compared to the torn vinyl on the booths and soggy floorboards, I don’t think I have to worry about needing a tetanus shot when I leave there.
Checking my phone for the third time, I look for any new messages from her. The last one she sent was to confirm we were meeting at eight. She said she had some exciting news and wanted to share it with me. Given that it’s almost eight thirty, if she’s not here in the next ten minutes, I’m going home.
I’ve been so tired lately that it makes me wonder if all the hours I’ve been working are starting to catch up with me. Kash has been after me to slow down a bit since I have Kate and can delegate tasks to her, but he knows as well as I do that not only am I a control freak and like things a certain way, but I also can’t just have someone run the bakery side in my absence. Whatever Mara wants to tell me better be amazing
The soda I’ve been nursing is basically water at this point, and if she’s not here soon, I’m calling it a night. A long soak in the tub, followed by a massage from Kash sounds amazing right about now.
“You look like you could use this.” The bartender sits a drink in front of me. It’s dark, and smells kind of fruity. He’s checked on me every so often, and I’m grateful because he’s already chased off two wannabe suitors. He’s been friendly, even a little flirty, but he has nothing on my Casanova.
Afterglancing up at him, I eye the drink skeptically. I’m not a huge drinker and tend to stick to margaritas. “What is it?”
“House special. We call it a Pretty Bird.” He smiles. “It’s dark rum, lime and pineapple juice with some other stuff.”
“Thanks. How much do I owe you?”
“On the house. You look bored, and we’re slow.” Looking me up and down, he tilts his head. “Are you waiting for a date or…?” He trails off.
“God no. I have a boyfriend.” I laugh. “I’m actually waiting for my sister.”
Another customer shouts out a name, and he turns to him. “Hold your horses. I’m coming!” he hollers, then turns back to me. “Let me know if you need anything else.” He winks, leaving me to wait again.
