Veronica #2
“For fuck’s sake, go to bed," he rumbles into the back of my neck, his voice thick with sleep and lingering pain. "If this is how you’re going to be when I tell you something, then I won’t tell you any more.”
“Miles…” I start, my voice cracking. I want to apologize, to tell him I’m sorry for being the reason he’s hurt.
“Shhh…sleep,” he commands, his breath ghosting over my skin.
He doesn’t move his arm. Even in his state, he’s trying to anchor me, to stop my spiraling. It takes a long time, but eventually, his breathing deepens into the heavy, rhythmic cadence of sleep, and I follow.
Slowly, I open my eyes and find Miles on his laptop. I seriously hate that thing. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”
He’s wearing his glasses, and I swear my ovaries just exploded.
“I need to get some work done. Plus, your snoring woke me up,” he teases.
He’s fucking with me. “I don’t snore.”
“Whatever you say, baby.”
Those nicknames do something to me. It’s the actions behind them.
The protectiveness, fuck, the possessiveness.
They set my body on fire. No man or woman has ever elicited that reaction from me.
Even from the man who told me I was his world.
Only to make me feel like I was anything but.
I sit up and take the laptop from him. Tossing the device to the side, I straddle him.
Placing my hands on his chest, gently. I don’t want to hurt him.
I kiss him. “You should wear your glasses more often.” Then I take them off and set them on his nightstand.
I lift myself up and pull my lace panties off, discarding them on the floor.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me. I straddle him again, his hands instinctively going to my waist, and I rub my pussy back and forth, feeling his cock harden.
“How about I ride this cock and milk it dry?” I say.
He throws his head back. “You have such a fucking dirty mouth. I can’t get enough of it.” He groans. “Do with me as you please.”
“Are you going to listen to directions?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy…Now take your cock out.” He does as he’s told.
With one hand still on my waist, he uses the other to pull out his dick.
I see the precum dripping from the crown.
“Now taste yourself.” He rubs his finger over his crown, coating it.
Then he parts his lips and inserts it. Licking it clean.
“Now let me taste you.” He coats his finger again, this time painting his lips with it.
I crash mine to his. Sucking on his bottom lip.
“Good boy,” I praise, then place my hand over his girth and lower myself onto him.
I hear an animalistic groan, but I’m not sure who it comes from. Taking him one inch at a time, I don’t break eye contact. When I’m fully seated on him, I start to move my hips.
“Be a good boy and scream my name.” I’m drunk with power.
He smirks. “Whatever you say.”
I steady myself on his shoulder and move my hips back and forth.
“Yes, Veronica, fuck yes, baby. Just like that.” I see him wince.
Shit. “Am I hurting you?”
“Fuck no. Don’t you dare stop.”
I pull myself up and slam onto him. I do it over and over again. I lean down and bite his
shoulder.
“Ahh…more. Give me more.”
I bite him again, and at the same time, I slam down on his cock. I’m so close.
“Oh Miles, I’m close.” I moan into the crook of his neck.
“Me too, baby.” He pulls my hair so that I’m facing him. “You’re magnificent. You know
that? I love seeing you take control. You’re a goddamn queen.”
I pull back and grind into him. His hands grip my waist, but his hold doesn’t falter. “Be a
good boy, and come inside me. Let me feel your cock throb inside my needy cunt.
” That’s all it takes, and we go over the edge together.
He bucks into me. I can feel him pumping me full of his cum.
My body is humming because of the control he gives me over him, his body.
I lift myself, his cum dripping out of me.
I can see his cock is still hard. I turn around, my back facing him.
I grab his dick and seat myself on him again.
I don’t give him time to react; I start moving my hips, reverse cowgirling him.
I hear his head make contact with the headboard, so I turn my head to look at him.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the end of me.”
“That’s the plan. Kill you one fuck at a time.” I whimper. “Now, hands on my waist.”
“Whatever you say.” He mumbles incoherent words, and I bite back a smile.
I lower the top of my body, pressing it into the mattress, and lift my ass, showcasing it to him.
Then, I start to move. I bounce up and down on his cock.
His hands move to the globes of my ass. He parts them and uses a finger to tease my back entrance. I slow down, my body tensing.
He immediately notices it. “Are you all right?”
“Ye-Yes, I’m just not comfortable doing that.” I can imagine he’s shocked by everything that he’s seen or heard about me.
“I’ll take whatever you give me…for now.
But I’m going to have all of you.” He caresses his fingers through the space between my cheeks.
“Now, where were we?” I pick up the pace, lifting myself up.
I’m fully seated on him now, and I ride him.
One of his hands grabs my hair and pulls it.
It causes me to arch my back; his other hand moves to my breast and pinches my nipple. The orgasm hits me like a wave.
“God, Veronica, you’re squeezing me so tightly.”
I don’t let up. He releases my hair and slaps my ass as I ride out my orgasm while he pumps into me.
Sweat coats our skin and mixes with our release.
I stay locked in place, loving the control I have over him.
The feeling of him peppering kisses on my back is delicious.
Finally, I lift myself. I’m exhausted. He pulls me to him, and without a second thought, I go, my face resting on his chest.
I wake up to Miles’s arms around me. In the last couple of hours, we changed positions. He’s still asleep, no doubt due to the pain medication. I slither my way out of his hold and put on his T-shirt. It smells of cinnamon and sandalwood, a seductive and sweet aroma.