One Bossy Offer (89)

“Your plans? What—”

My tongue never lets her finish, working over hers, speaking the unspeakable without a single word.

When I release her, she whines and kicks her legs.

There’s my cue.

I kiss down her neck and keep going until I have her nipple pulled between my teeth, fully at my mouth’s mercy.

“Oh!”

My cock jerks with the moans spilling out of her.

It’s like I’m taking her apart with every flick of my tongue. Every fluttering circle around her nipple makes her tremble, and soon she thrusts her hips toward me.

Deliciously greedy.

I stay stoic.

“Miles, please,” she whispers.

Not yet, kitten.

Not fucking yet.

A few more harsh tongue strokes tell her who’s in control.

“But...but I need...”

I silence her, sucking her other tit, turning her pleas into moans like honey.

Goddamn, I revel in this.

“Miles!” she hisses, that sharpness in her voice telling me it won’t take much to drive her over.

So I kiss my way to her stomach, running my tongue along her waistline, arching through that thin strip of hair to this kitten’s pussy.

She’s on the bed now, her hips writhing, pleading with everything she’s worth.

I run my tongue down her seam, but I don’t fuck her yet.

I don’t suck her clit.

When I bring her off, I want her to feel it in her bones.

“Damn—Miles!” My name slips out of her so ragged.

She sighs with denial, locking her legs around me as I decide to truly mark her. I grab her hips and sweep her into my mouth, pushing my tongue into her delectable cunt and holding it there, barely breathing.

This is how I burn her down.

This is how I make her my living canvas.

I’ll paint every letter of my name inside her. My tongue goes to work, delicate at first, and then all hunger.

M-I-L-E-S

“Oh, God!” Her thighs pinch my head.

I growl with satisfaction. Her hands fumble at my hair, my scalp, so desperate I’d grin like a fool inside her if I wasn’t already occupied.

M-I-L-E-S again.

“Oh! Oh, gawd.” Her voice cracks on the last word, and I know she’s not begging for divine intervention.

She’s asking me for total corruption, and I’ll happily oblige.

She’s down here with me, ready to spend a year in purgatory if that’s what I ask to finish her.

She’s lucky I’m a kind man—and I’m also very fucking hungry—and I know it’s time to bring her home.

C-R-O-M I start.

“Miles. Miles! I-I need you now.”

Fuck.

You’d better believe I almost give in, but I’m in too deep not to deliver the fireworks she’s earned.

She’s such a good, good girl, and she’s all fucking mine.

Her legs are shaking, restlessly hugging my head.

The soft sounds spilling out of her can’t be called words, just violent breaths, and that’s where she finds her end.

W-E-L-L

I can’t breathe as she goes off, but I’d rather suffocate than stop.

Snarling, my orderly marking becomes incoherent tongue lashes.

Her clit pulls into my mouth.

Only three sweeps before her legs grip my head so hard it hurts. But it’s nothing like the ache in my cock.

The deprivation I happily suffer just to blow her to smithereens, to send her to the screaming stars and back, to make Jenn Landers come like she never has before.

I’m rewarded with a wet heat against my face.

I knew she could squirt, and I lick shamelessly, devouring her orgasm like it’s top-shelf bourbon.

She’s panting when I finally come up for oxygen.

My lungs protest, but my dick has full control, and it won’t be denied another second.

Before she’s even floated back into herself, I slide into her, pushing my cock in to the hilt.

I’m a creature of pure light and heat with the sun glowing on my back, giving me this wicked energy to throw myself into her with everything I have.

Wild abandon.

Devil strokes.

Animal rutting.

My hands slide under her ass, hoisting her up off the bed, holding her open while my cock slams into her and our hips collide hard enough to bruise.

It brings her off again—if her first orgasm ever even ended—turning her into this glorious thing of breathless sighs and convulsions and fluttering eyelids that still scream my name when her open mouth can’t.

Miles, Miles!

It echoes in my soul even though I’ve rendered her silent and breathless.

And it’s all I hear a second later as the sunlight burning my naked skin hits the fire in my blood and ignites, exploding up my spine, collecting in my brain and balls before everything I am billows up and goes nova.

“Jennifer! Goddamn.”

My voice is more like a book tearing in two than a man forming words.

That’s the sound of me coming more undone than I’ve ever been in my life, my cock swelling in her depths, splitting open with one more hell-thrust.

Fuck!

I come so hard my eyes stick to the back of my head.

Muscles I didn’t know I had strain, heaving machines, all for the single-minded purpose of spilling myself inside her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.