Chapter 43
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
preston
I come hard, filling her up until I’m leaking from her pussy. My cock’s still hard, so I stay buried in her, rocking slowly, letting it spill out down my balls and the back of her thighs. It feels amazing and looks obscene.
“Look at what you do to me, Mia,” I say, running a palm down her back. “Feels like I could keep going forever.”
“Pres, I…” She lifts her face from the pillow, flushed and breathless. “I think I need a breather.”
A loud laugh cracks free from my chest. That’s the thing about Mia: I don’t have to hold anything back. I can still be inside her and laugh without shame.
“So the twenty-something nanny is asking the old man for a time-out?”
I give her ass a playful smack, and even though every cell in my body wants to stay, I ease out of her as gently as I can. “Tell me if it hurts, baby.”
“Can you please stop worrying about hurting me?” Mia crawls forward, then winces. “Ouch,” she mutters.
“See?” I flip her onto her back and take in the sight of her puffy cunt. To be fair, I shouldn’t be surprised after what I just put her through. My hands are gentle, stroking the flushed skin, easing her open just to admire the mess we made.
“You didn’t put ‘BDSM’ on your list, or we haven’t gotten to that part yet, but aftercare has just become my thing. And you did say I hurt you.”
She huffs a laugh. “Did you miss the part where I said I loved it? That it felt so good?”
I run my thumb over her swollen, slick lips. My cock jerks, somehow still hard, aching from being denied what it clearly wants again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t make it feel better now too.”
I shift my thumb up to her clit and gently rub it. Her hips jolt, and I watch her torn, caught between flinching away or begging for more. But she doesn’t stop me.
“Damn you, Pres,” she says, sounding deliciously fucked-out. She clenches again, and another spill of my cum leaks from her. I’m transfixed. Fucking spellbound. I push the load back in with my finger. Then a better idea comes to mind.
“Open up for me, Mia. Let me make you feel better.”
She lets out a soft, delighted laugh. “Better? But I’m not in pain. I’m in fucking bliss.” “Do it for me, then.” I massage the insides of her soft, thick thighs, coaxing her legs open. “Let me redeem myself for hurting you.”
“Only if you admit you’re being dramatic. Oh. And only if you promise to do it again. Hurt me like that. Agreed?”
I spread her wider and let her see the filthy grin stretching across my face. “Agreed, Miss Thorne.”
Lowering my mouth to her soaked cunt, I kiss it softly. She squeaks, then scrambles back from me.
“Wha—what are you doing?” she gasps, pressing herself into the headboard.
“Eating my pussy,” I say against her. “What did you think I was doing?”
“No. You said fingers. Preston, you just—”
I pause, let my head hang for a second, then meet her eyes. Serious, now. “You either have a terrible short-term memory—which we both know you don’t—or you think there’s something wrong with what I was about to do.”
Hesitation is written all over her. I hate it. Hate the flicker of shame in her eyes, the way her body braces. One smooth move and I’ve got her legs down, her back flat, my body crowding hers.
“It shocks you that I’d eat your pussy after I came in it?”
Her eyes flick away. “Yes,” she admits quietly. “You’ve licked off my tits, but this is different.”
“Why? Look at me, baby,” I say, holding her jaw. “No hiding. That’s my favorite thing about you. Don’t start hiding now.”
She meets my stare, cheeks pink, eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Thank you. Now tell me why it bothered you.”
She hesitates, then blows out a shaky breath. “Because… fuck. It’s stupid. I guess I grew up learning it’s just… not done? Or not something guys want to do.” She rolls her eyes at herself. “I guess I never thought of it… for myself. God, I feel so stupid saying it out loud.”
Next, her eyes snap back at me. “Oh! I see where you’re going with it. Boys don’t, men do.” Mia has the nerve to roll her eyes at me now, though there’s a smile behind it. Sassy little thing.
I smirk and press a kiss to her shoulder, feeling her body ease under my mouth. I trace up to the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. Our scent. God, it’s delicious.
“Does it disgust you?”
“No,” she rushes to say, eyes locking on mine. “It’s not that. Not at all.”
She kisses me, deep and sure, then rests her forehead against mine. It’s only been a few days of this—whatever this is—but the forehead touch? That already feels like our thing.
Am I seeing things that are not there?
Possibly.
Am I in Trouble?
Definitely.
“It doesn’t disgust me. I just… never really thought about it. But now that I have?” She licks her lips, and my stomach tightens. “I think that’d be hot as fuck.”
The way she says it, so sure, blush creeping across her face… I’m done for.
My grin grows as she speaks. “Good girl. Tell me more.”
“Can you kiss me with your messy mouth when you’re done?” There she is, my sweet, filthy girl. Of course I’m in Trouble. Deep into Trouble.
And dirty talk classes, my ass.
“I would if I could, baby.”
She tilts her head, brow creased. “Huh? What do you mean?”
“Mia,” I growl, letting the words fall low and sure. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you.”
The look on her face turns serious, but I don’t give her time to spiral. My mouth trails down her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone, hands spanning her waist to keep her pinned.
I take my time worshipping her body. Kissing and biting as my nails score her thighs.
Once I get her legs draped over my shoulders, I settle between them. Running my thumb along her swollen lips, still slick, still messy, I watch her squirm with every slow stroke.
I ease two fingers inside, and she tightens around them, welcoming me back in. My cum leaks out around them, warm and indecent, and I swear under my breath, pushing what I can back in.
She props herself up, gathering pillows beneath her shoulders so she can watch. Her mouth falls open, eyes wide with wonder. She’s enraptured. So am I.
“Want a taste, baby?” My voice is hoarse, taunting. “Want me to feed you every drop you earned?”
Her pussy clenches. That’s the first answer.
The second is a breathless curse. “Fuck.”
And the third and final one is the objective truth: “Yes.”
“Open your mouth and let me give it to you.”
She leans forward, tongue darting out. Her lashes flutter shut as she licks my fingers clean, and she moans. My head spins at the sight of her. She’s chaos and paradise. Dirty and divine.
I fuck her pussy with two fingers from my other hand, and she tightens around them as she sucks my cum off the other.
She’s so fucking responsive. Mia moans into it, hips grinding against my hand.
When I pull free from her mouth, there’s a wet pop and a helpless whimper.
I lick my fingers too, and she watches, eyes ravenous.
“Pres,” she gasps, hips chasing the rhythm I’m setting. “I don’t think I need a break anymore.”
I give her a wicked smile, fingers sliding deeper, head going down.
“Good to know. Because I’m not stopping until I’ve eaten this pussy soaked in my cum, made you come again, and the only word you can remember is my name. You have my permission to scream it.”
Her head drops back at the first stroke of my tongue, fingers clawing at the sheets until her knuckles turn white. “Cancel the wheelchair. Have a funeral home on speed dial. I don’t think I’ll make it through this day.”
“You will, baby. Trust me, you will. We’ve got a whole list to get through, remember?” I drag my tongue along her clit, slow and firm, and her mouth spills filth in between gasps. “And today is just the beginning.”
I lap at every inch of her pussy, tasting both of us. It’s the best fucking thing that’s ever graced my mouth.
Her lips are swollen under my tongue. I rub my beard against her thighs, letting the scrape mark her and getting marked back with her scent.
“This pussy is going to ruin me, Mia. But worse? It’s going to become a need. And I don't know how to live with that kind of hunger.”
Her nails rake my scalp, breath stuttering, voice ragged.
“You’re ruining me too, Preston… So do your fucking worst.”
I grin against her thigh. “Every fucking time you let me in, baby, I will.”