Chapter 18
Penny
The moment Miles tosses his wet boxers somewhere behind him, I know I’d let this man do just about anything he wants with me.
I don’t think it’s normal to feel this much for someone.
To feel this connected to a man I’ve technically only slept with twice—the first time being against a palm tree.
It had been rough, rushed, and wildly uncomfortable, but the way Miles made me come that night was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“Eyes on me, boss,” Miles says as he hovers over me.
Did I seriously zone out while this gorgeous man was climbing into bed with me?
I need to get it together and focus on the fact that I’m about to get thoroughly fucked by this dreamboat.
“Or what?” I volley back while catching my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Or I’ll edge you so hard you’ll beg me to let you come.”
I squirm beneath his stare.
The worst part is that I know he’d absolutely follow through with that threat, but I refuse to surrender that easily.
Trading barbs with Miles might actually be elite foreplay.
“Are you sure about that? I think I can give you a run for your money,” I say.
His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Yeah, boss. I know you could”
Instead of continuing the argument, he kisses me.
I melt against him, trusting this man to take care of me in a way no one else ever has.
As we kiss, his hand drifts slowly along my thigh, tracing lazy patterns against my skin. Anticipation coils tighter and tighter inside me until my pulse feels completely out of control. If he doesn’t touch my clit soon, I’m going to have heart failure.
I widen my legs, silently asking for more.
Miles takes the hint, his hand sliding to my soaked panties.
Water or desire? I couldn’t tell you.
What I do know is that I’m desperate for him.
His finger slips beneath the fabric and nudges my panties aside, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure straight up my spine.
“Fucking soaked, boss,” Miles murmurs against my mouth before gently catching my bottom lip between his teeth.
His finger slowly spreads me apart.
“Do I have permission to feast on your pussy?”
I nod quickly, squirming beneath him while trying to chase more friction.
A devilish grin spreads across his face. “That’s what I thought.”
He kneels in front of me and slowly pulls my panties down my legs.
The loss of his touch makes me whimper.
And then his gaze drags over me—from my toes all the way back up to the aching center of my body—leaving heat everywhere it lands.
“Fucking perfect,” he says through gritted teeth, breathing hard like he’s fighting for control.
He lowers himself, pressing his chest to the mattress and spreading my legs wider. The stretch adds a glorious sensation as his tongue makes contact with my clit.
“Fuuuck,” I whisper, my eyes falling shut.
Miles takes his time with me, passing his tongue agonizingly slow over my clit while testing my entrance with one finger.
“More,” I beg, my own fingers tangling in his hair.
Another finger enters me in response, and my moan turns guttural.
A rough chuckle vibrates against my clit, making my entire body jerk.
I lift my ass and grind my pussy against Miles's mouth, feeling my orgasm build as both his tongue and fingers play me like a fiddle.
The pressure inside me snaps tighter and tighter until there’s no holding back anymore.
“Miles—I’m gonna come.”
He doesn’t let up. He sucks my clit like he’s dying of thirst, and that’s all it takes.
I come hard and ride his mouth until I’m left shaking beneath him.
When I finally force my eyes open, I find his gaze already fixed on me.
“Ready for more?” he asks softly before pressing a kiss against my thigh
I melt deeper into the mattress, completely boneless.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern slipping into his voice.
“Too… blissed out… to speak,” I mumble, smiling lazily.
The mattress dips beside as warmth settles against my skin.
“Penny, open your eyes.”
The command in his voice has me obeying before I can even think about it.
Miles’s face is flushed, his hair completely wrecked from my hands, and somehow, he still looks unfairly hot.
“Ready?” he asks again, and I secretly adore that even when he takes control, he still gives me the choice.
I nod slowly.
He shifts over me carefully, reaches down, and guides his cock to my entrance. The moment I feel him nudge inside, I stiffen.
“Are you okay?” he asks, searching my face with a frown.
“I don’t remember you being so big.” His eyes flash with amusement. “It’s okay, sugar. We’ll make it fit.”
I frown. “Sugar?”
“Yeah,” he says easily. “As in sugar mama.”
I let out a boisterous laugh, and my body relaxes.
Miles takes advantage of the moment, pushing into me with one deep thrust.
The walls of my pussy tense at the invasion, and a rough groan leaves his mouth at the same time.
“Told you we’d make it fit.” He throws me a cocky wink.
I can’t help smiling.
After a couple of deep breaths, Miles starts moving slowly, giving my body time to adjust. Every movement feels like equal parts torture and bliss, and I never want it to end.
“Feeling better?” he asks before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose.
I nip lightly at his chin in response.
A low sound of approval rumbles out of him.
After that, we find a rhythm together—my body moving with his instead of fighting him. The result? The most memorable sex of my life.
When his breathing turns rougher, I know he’s close.
I play with my nipple, and the second he notices my wandering hand, he nudges it away with his nose, before replacing it with his mouth and sucking my nipple.
My eyes roll back, and I feel myself coming.
Miles picks up speed, his balls slapping against my ass.
“Fuck, Miles,” I shout as a pleasure crashes through me hard enough to make my whole body tremble.
He sinks balls deep, then tenses above me with a grunt before burying his face against my neck.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Penny Levine,” he breaths against my skin.
Eventually, our breathing settles back down.
Miles climbs out of bed first, and only then do I realize he’d somehow managed to put a condom on in the middle of all our antics.
Good thing one of us still had a functioning brain.
I follow him into the bathroom because I desperately need to pee.
“Want to take a shower?” he asks, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
I glance down before raising an eyebrow at him.
He laughs. “What can I say? You do it for me, sugar.”
I laugh at the nickname but happily follow him into the shower once he promises the water’s already nice and warm.
I lower to my knees and come face-to-face with his gargantuan dick. My mouth waters, but my nerves make me hesitate.
“It’s okay, sugar. We’ll make it fit.”
His callback to those earlier words makes me grin.
So I open wide and suck him down.
And I know he’s one hundred percent right.