Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
preston
I bring her sorry excuse for pajama pants and panties down in one go. Her pussy’s even better than I dreamed of. Plump lips, already glistening, ripe for the taking. My mouth waters at the sight.
A neat triangle of hair poses as a little arrow pointing to the entrance to my new obsession. As if I need directions.
“Do you have any idea how long this day has been? How torturous?” I rake my gaze up to her face and catch the way she shudders.
“I’ve been counting the minutes to find out how you taste.
” I lower my mouth closer to her pussy, watching the tremor in her thighs.
“To see how many fingers you’d let me fuck you with.
” I slide one into her entrance and hear her knees knock together.
“And how tight you’ll clench when I finally get to bury myself inside you. ” Her cunt grips me. A wicked preview.
Her breathing turns choppy. Her hands leave the wall, and she clutches my hair for dear life. As she should, because I’m about to take her for a ride.
“Preston, you’re killing me. Stop talking if you don’t want me to come right fucking now.” She’s humping the air, desperate and glistening and so goddamn gorgeous, I nearly forget what I’m doing.
“No, baby. I told you. All over my face. You’ll be dripping from my beard by the time I’m done with you.”
She tries to yank me into her pussy by my hair.
“That’s it. Show me who you are when you lose control. That’s what I want. The raw version. The real you.”
I hold her hips steady and dive in. One slow lick, broad tongue dragging up her slit, parting her for me. That’s all it takes to know that I’m doomed.
One taste, and I know there’ll never be such a thing as enough. I’ll never stop needing this. Needing her.
Her flavor floods my mouth. She’s sweet, slick, and hot on my tongue. It’s fucking divine. This goes beyond lust. It becomes an instant obsession.
“Of course, Trouble would taste sweet.” I lick deeper this time, gathering more of her and sucking her clit into my mouth like I’ve got nothing but time.
She coats my tongue, overriding every sense I’ve got. I swallow her down and groan against her—low and steady, so she feels it.
“Of course you’d turn me into an addict with one taste. Fucking hell, Mia.” I dive back into her, feeding my hunger as she whimpers and releases one hand from my hair, biting into it to muffle her moans.
Fuck, I want her loud. Wild. We can’t, but that doesn’t stop me wanting her to let go for me.
She’s trying to be good, quiet, and all that does is make me want to break her a little more.
I lick and fuck her with my tongue, as deep as she’ll let me. She’s soaked, running down my chin, coating my beard—marking me.
I kiss her. Tease her. Nip and suck until she comes alive for me. There’s not an inch of this pussy I don’t learn, lick, or cherish. I map her with my mouth: every reaction, every tremble.
I’m on my knees, worshiping the most delicious pussy I’ve ever eaten.
Mia rises onto her toes when I turn my attention to her clit. It swells beneath my tongue, pulsing as I suck and flick it.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now, baby. Stretch you open. Tell me if it gets too much, and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Do it,” she pants, breathless and bossy.
I grin and reward her with a long, rolling suck that makes her gasp.
Since she was so enthusiastic about it, I slip two fingers inside her tight heat, and Mia breathes little yeses into the back of her hand. Calls for the man above. Whether for mercy or gratitude, I’m not sure. But I’m taking credit either way.
The moment I curl my fingers just right, her words turn into curses. Both hands fist my hair, dragging me closer to where she wants me most.
Oh, baby. I’m not going anywhere. “Can you take more, Mia?”
I slow the thrust of my fingers, spreading her open with them as I drag my tongue along her seam. She bucks her head softly against the wall, again and again. The woman is too good to be true.
“Can I stretch this perfect cunt with another finger? Get you ready for my cock?”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she murmurs, body shaking, her walls rippling tight around me.
“Yes,” she rasps, “but stop talking, or I’m going to come before you even do it.”
The way she fights to stay right on the edge, to follow my lead, makes me feel like a fucking king. And I’m going to reign over that pussy.
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Come for me. When I give the word.”
I take my fingers out, and she finally looks down. I make a show of licking them clean, eyes on her, and her legs twist together like she’s trying to trap the memory of what I just did.
“Show yourself you can come on a man’s tongue.” I hold her thighs slightly apart. “They just need to know what the fuck they’re doing.”
Her eyes roll back, and she leans on the wall again, hips tilting forward. An offering.
“Shut up and eat me, Dr. Jett.”
Leave it to the nanny to hand me a doctor kink after twenty years on the job.
I do as I’m told, dragging my tongue between her lips, just beneath her clit, teasing the spot that makes her hips jerk.
She’s not spreading wider. And I’m betting that’s fucking deliberate.
She wants to feel stretched. Overwhelmed. Filled.
I want it too. I want her stuffed full with three fingers, my lips wrapped around her clit, trapped between me and the wall.
“Get ready to bite into that hand again.”
I follow the wet trail up her thighs with my tongue, find her clit, and stroke it with the tip of my tongue before I sink in and suck on it. I’m slow, methodical. Cruel. One swirl. Another. The kind of pressure that makes her curse more under her breath.
Then I slide in three fingers and feel that perfect resistance. The ache. The tension.
I start to work her, deep and steady, curling just right.
I know when I find the spot.
She ripples around me. More and more. Harder and harder. Her body dances along in that maddening rhythm; she can’t keep still, riding my hand. The queen’s taking what’s hers.
Fuck. This cunt, this grip—tight from wanting, from trying to hold back.
And when I latch onto her clit, all suction and no mercy… she breaks.
“Pres, fuck! Fuck, Pres, I’m… Oh my…”
She pulses around me.
Her grip turns brutal. Her thighs quake.
I keep her pinned—one hand fucking her, the other locking her hips to the wall.
Her moans splinter into my name, again and again.
“Pres! Pres! PRES!”
So raw, until she remembers to muffle her pleasure in her hand again.
And I stay kneeling, mouth sealed around her, drawing out every last tremor, fingers curling deep in slow motion while I watch her. The woman who ‘never comes from oral’ falling apart. Legs shaking. Pride gone. Body mine.
The same woman I’m tempted to keep eating until she comes again, just to prove it wasn’t her. Never her. Just the selfish, silly boys she used to waste her time on.
Her hips sway with the rhythm of my slowing strokes. I kiss her gently, soft licks across her clit, down to her lips. She’s smooth, warm, soaked in the only thing I crave now. Alcohol was easy to quit. This? This is fucking impossible.
“That… was…”
I finish the sentence for her. “The best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Then I grin. “Is squirting on your list?”
She tugs my hand away.
Too far? Apparently.
I can’t help the smirk. It’s cute that she thinks we’re done.
I sit back on my heels and grip her waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t… squirt.” She settles back against the wall.
“You didn’t think you could come from oral until tonight.”
Color rushes into her cheeks, her gaze flicking away. Not quite what I was aiming for.
“Mia.” I slide a finger through her slit and bring it to my mouth, hunger blooming wild in my chest. I close my eyes, and the words never enough stamp themselves behind my lids.
When I open them, she’s staring—redder, breathless, lips parted in disbelief and something… naughtier.
“I’ve never tasted anything better. If you squirted for me? On me?” I run my finger over her entrance again. Once. Twice. Her hips follow. “It’d be hot as fuck. I’d drink down every drop.”
Her eyes shut tight. Too tight.
I pull back and soften my voice. “Hey.” I wait for her stare to meet mine. “But only if it turns you on like it does me. I mean that.”
She exhales like I just took a weight off her chest.
“It’s only good if it’s good for both of us. I’ll never, ever try to push you into something you’re not into. Just like I’d expect the same.”
Her head tilts, and that wicked smile spreads, sass turned all the way up.
“Preston, I’m quite sure you’re the kinkiest one here. As a matter of fact, you just proved it.”
“Excuse me?” I laugh. “Weren’t you the one who told me to shut up and eat you? You’re full of surprises, Miss Thorne. Even if you don’t know it yourself yet.”
She scoffs as I lean in closer.
“And if I had to bet? That list of yours is only going to grow.”