Chapter 42
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
preston
Mia whines, claws tightening on my back. Her legs twitch around my waist, trembling with the effort of pulling me closer and keeping herself open.
“Jesus, Mia,” I groan. “You feel like a fucking velvet vice.”
She gasps. “More. I can take more. Pres, fuck me open.”
I don’t move. Not yet. My body shakes with restraint. I’m split between reverence and need.
“You really want my cum, Mia?”
Her eyes snap open. Her mouth parts. I watch her pupils dilate as if I’m feeding her a new drug.
“I’m clean,” I tell her. “I got tested when she left. And my cock hasn’t been hard for anyone—not one goddamn second—until you paraded that naked ass fresh out of the shower and fixed me.”
Her pussy ripples around me, dragging a groan from my chest.
“I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not,” I add, “but I had a vasectomy. So tell me, baby. Can I fill this pussy up? Can I come inside you like I fucking need to?”
“God, yes,” she gasps, barely coherent. “Do it, Pres. Fill me.”
That’s all it takes. My hips surge forward, pushing deeper. She cries out beneath me as I stretch her inch by thick inch. Her slick walls clutch and ripple, her body trying to mold to me.
“Fuck—fuck,” she chokes out, eyes wide and wet. “You’re… so big—oh my—too big. It hurts, but… God, I love it.”
“You love it?” My voice cracks, dropping into something darker. Possessive. And delighted too. “You love the way it hurts, baby? You like being split open on my cock?”
She nods so fast her face becomes a blur, and I fuck her harder with slow, grinding thrusts that make her pussy learn my cock.
“I’m so full,” she whimpers, nails digging into my skin. “I feel everything. Every vein, every ridge—God, Pres, it’s so much.”
“You were made for this. For me. Look at how well you take me. Look at how this tight cunt still tries to suck me deeper.”
Mia’s hips roll up to meet me, desperate and wanton. Her eyes flutter shut, and she gasps, “Pres, I’m close.”
I slow my thrusts. “Wait, baby.” But her hips chase me and I change my mind. “Or don’t.” I pick the pace back up, harder. “Come all over me—but I’m not stopping until this pussy takes every inch of my cock. Then you can come again when I’m buried to the hilt.”
“Y-you aren’t all the way in?” She pushes up on her elbows to check, then collapses back onto the mattress. The smartass PA is trying to process cock math—and losing.
Mia’s eyes sparkle with newfound bravery. “Let me turn around. You wondered how my body would ripple? Let me get on all fours and show it to you.”
Fuck.
Her ass is poised high, pussy gleaming with sweat and spit and need. Suddenly, I’m not so sure I’ll be able to wait much longer.
I wrap my hand around my cock and start to sink back in. The new stretch makes her whimper into the sheets.
“Hand me that wand, Mia.”
Her head is down on the pillow, turned the opposite way, and her hand fumbles along the mattress, all shaky and lost, as if I’ve stripped her of everything but need. She finds it guided by touch alone, and seeing her like this, dazed and desperate, makes my own vision tunnel.
She’s all I see. All I want.
Knowing it feels this good for her? Christ. I’m somewhere between heaven and hell.
Not the heaven they preached to me in Catholic school. Oh no, this one is too dirty, too loud. But Mia is as close to heaven as I’ll ever get. And here I am, bringing her to her knees, turning into a god of her own making.
I flip the toy on and barely brush it over her clit.
She shudders, a full-body tremor, and her cunt clamps down around me so hard I can’t even sink another inch. My plan backfires in the best fucking way—she’s wrung so tight I’m barely hanging on.
Her moans fracture every time I tap the toy to her clit, taunting her.
“Leave it there,” she chokes out.
“Oh no, baby. You got it all wrong.”
I push it harder against her clit, hold it there longer just to teach her a lesson.
Her moans crack into gasps. Then into a desperate, incoherent mumble. She’s speaking in tongues, convulsing around me while I sink deeper and deeper.
Then I do the worst thing possible—to her, and therefore, to me.
I shut the toy off.
Mia’s head snaps up so fast, I might’ve heard her neck crack. It’s a miracle she doesn’t sprain something.
My chest heaves, and I lean over her, every breath a fight. “This isn’t to make you come, baby. Not yet. This is to help you take all of me.” I push in deeper, turn it on again, and she clamps down so hard I see stars. “Just over two inches left.”
“Stop,” she says, and my heart fucking seizes. I freeze, toss the toy away. Everything in me is pulled tight, bracing for the worst. Shit. I’m too deep, I was too rough. I never should’ve put her on all fours.
“Are you hurt? Did I—”
“Shut up, Preston,” she orders.
I can’t. I’m deep inside her, and I need to know she’s okay. My mouth is running, panic hijacking everything—until one of her hands flies back and slaps my ass. Loud, commanding. And fuck, a bit too sharp.
She grabs me there. Holds me in place.
“Don’t you dare leave me.”
“You’re… you’re hurt,” I pant out, my chest twisting with fear and guilt.
“Oh, you hurt me good,” she moans. “So fucking good. I don’t care if I leave here in a wheelchair.”
I shouldn’t be smiling. My dick shouldn’t be this hard. “Then why—”
“I said shut up, baby,” she moans it this time. Oh, I like the sound of that. Her tone cuts through the air, a sweet command that’s all hers. “The last bit is mine.”
Fuck. Me.
She starts pushing back, and I like that even more. Mia takes me inch by fucking inch. I’m nailed in place, forced to feel her claim every last part of me. Her ass ripples with the effort, slick with sweat and need, and it sends me somewhere dangerous.
“Are you feeling brave, baby?” The words come out rough and low as I run my hands over her hips, spreading her open, my grip tight. I slap once, twice, drawing heat to the surface. “Feeling curious? Ready to check off more of that filthy list of yours?”
“What… do you me-mean?” She’s breathless, and I’m shaking with how close I am to losing it.
She pulls forward almost to the tip, and I could come from watching: her pussy stretched thin, slick, and slamming back, taking my cock all over again.
Until… This is it. I’m all in.
My groan tears straight from the gut. Her body clamps around mine, the perfect fit.
Pressure and heat. Her cunt swallows me whole and then tightens with each pulse, body strung high on need and nowhere near done.
My vision flares. My knees threaten to fail.
I grip her ass out of need, to stay upright.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she announces, hips buckling, and I grab harder, now branding her with my fingerprints. I slap the same spot. “Yes!” Then again, firmer. She clenches harder in response—ravenous little thing.
I spit down the line of her ass, and watch it trail toward her tightest hole. “Tell me if you want it.” My thumb spreads it slowly, slicking her open, then dips in. Slightly. Barely. She pulses around me on instinct.
“Do it. Do it now,” she demands, flipping her hair and staring back at me.
I press just the tip of my thumb in, and she comes alive.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she begs the wrong guy.
Mia’s wild and a bit reckless, grinding down on my cock and my thumb. She’s hanging on the edge of surrender, greedy for more.
This is it. Nothing could top this.
But Mia thrives on proving me wrong, doesn’t she?
It’s everything. The sound of her. The feel. The way she begs for more.
It’s more than heaven, and it’s hell too, trying to hold it together—because she’s going to come first.
“More,” she gasps. “Now!” Her scream tears through the room, probably straight down to the lobby.
I give it all to her. Another spit, and I slide my thumb deeper, fucking her until she’s shaking and sobbing. Until her moans fractures into high, broken cries, each one splitting me open. Until she’s losing herself in the moment, and I’m right there with her.
“I’m coming,” she chokes out, “Pres, I’m comin—”
I stay still so all I feel is her.
“I know, baby. I can feel it. You’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”
She ripples around me, and I let her ride it out. Every flutter, every little sob of hers is being carved into my being.
Her body fits mine. I swear—right here, right now—this is the moment that changes everything. There’s no going back now. Life cannot be full if I can’t have this.
I hold, waiting, letting her take every last second she needs.
It kills me, holding back while she writhes, perfect and undone.
But it’s her moment, and I give it to her.
The second her body starts to soften beneath mine… It’s my turn.
Thank fuck. I was never going to last much longer. My cock’s throbbing, balls heavy, every muscle of mine is synced to hers.
She meets me. Thrust for thrust. My thumb still works her ass, and her moans spike again, sharper, filthier.
I give her cock, finger… fuck it, I give her everything. Even the parts I swore I’d keep. Even the ones I can’t name yet.
“You feel so good, baby. Can I fuck this pussy harder? Can you take it?”
She glances back again, sweaty and glowing, and the grin that slips out? It’s the death of me.
“I can take you.”
I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing that smile.
“Give it to me, Pres.”
I thrust harder and the sounds that spills from her is pure hedonism.
“Harder,” she begs. “I can take harder.” She holds my gaze and says, “Punish the bad nanny, Daddy.”
What the—
I fucking lose it. I piston into her, grabbing her hair, yanking it sideways, my eyes never letting go of hers.
“You want cock? You come to me. Got it?”
She nods, jerky and eager. I slam in deeper, punishment and reward.
“Say it. My cock and my cock only.”
“Yes. You. Yours,” she gasps, the words broken and true.
I fuck her slow. Deep. Still forcing her to hold my stare.
“Then take my cum, baby. Let me fill you up, then lie between your thighs, drag it out of your pretty little cunt with my fingers, just to stuff it back in.”