Part 20 (2/2)

”It is,” I growl.

”What else?”

”Because it's mine.” Her lips part and her eyes sparkle. Good. I stand and pace around the coffee table, stopping just short of her. ”You're mine. And if I tell you to show me how much you want me, you'll do it.”

She slides her back against the pole, my s.h.i.+rt now fully open. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and belly jiggle as she works herself up and down, her mouth s.h.i.+ny and wet from her licking her lips. ”And if I don't obey you?”

I step closer. ”You like being punished far too much.”

”I know,” she breathes as she drops again, one arm stretched above her head, her circled fingers controlling her descent on the pole. She stops with her mouth just inches from my throbbing d.i.c.k. ”It's so naughty.”

f.u.c.k. Me.

”You want this?” I jerk myself in front of her face and she nods, sticking out her tongue to catch a drop of pre-come.

”Yummy.”

I curse as I grab the pole above her and drive my c.o.c.k into her eager mouth. She swallows me straight into her throat, her lips sealing around me as she sucks. Hard.

It's too much and not enough at the same time. The perfect wet heat, the soft pulling of her mouth, begging for me to spill myself down her throat.

”You're so naughty,” I groan, smoothing my free hand over her hair and then her cheek, ending up with my fingers stroking the soft skin of her throat. ”Such a good c.o.c.ksucker, Hailey. Just for me, on your knees. So hungry for me, aren't you?”

She nods as I thrust in and out of her mouth.

”Take me deep again. I want your nose against my belly, beautiful. G.o.d, yes. Like that. f.u.c.k, you're so perfect, Hailey. Fuuuck-ck.” I hold myself against her face as I come on her tongue in heavy blasts-and she swallows every last drop.

She holds me in her mouth until my c.o.c.k stops pulsing, then waits at my feet, eyes glazed as I do up my jeans again.

”Up, beautiful.” She glides onto her toes, stretching as tall as she can go, and I curl my hand around the back of her neck. ”Thank you.”

Other words pound in my chest, words I can't bring myself to say just yet. But I feel them. I lick my way into her mouth, kissing her and tasting the faint remainder of myself on her tongue.

Peeling her panties low on her hip, I stroke my fingertips through her wetness as I keep kissing her. She whimpers as I slowly circle around her c.l.i.t, her hips shamelessly rocking against my hand.

”Tell me what you want.”

”Your mouth.” Barely a whisper, her request makes me hard all over again. ”Lick me.”

”Come with me to Miami,” I murmur against her skin as I kiss her neck. She's all soft and she smells like vanilla musk and woman. Turned on woman, and I can't let go of her. Not for a night, not for a weekend.

”I have to work,” she groans, tipping her head back to give me more skin to lick as I f.u.c.k her ruthlessly with my fingers.

”I bet you have a week of vacation time you have no intention of ever using,” I rumble against her belly as I drop to my knees and strip her out of her panties. ”Hold on.”

She grips her hands tighter around the pole and watches, eyes dark and pleading, as I lift one of her legs and then the other, draping them over my shoulder.

”Ahhh,” she cries out as I press my hands under her a.s.s and lift her hips, bringing her p.u.s.s.y to my mouth.

”Tell me you'll ask for a day or two off and I'll make you come.”

”Mmmm.” She rolls her hips and I twist my face, kissing her inner thigh. ”Cole!”

”Promise me you'll ask, beautiful. Say it, and you can have my tongue buried deep inside you.”

”And if I don't?” she asks, gasping as I puff hot air on her exposed c.u.n.t.

I groan regretfully, enjoying this way more than I should. ”Then I might need to put you down and go find some ice cream.”

”Won't you be busy with work?”

”Little bit. Lots of time to lie on the beach with you. It's not Hawaii, but it's not here, either.”

”Not here sounds good.” She tips her hips again, and I lick her almost where she wants it. Almost. Not quite. She growls at me.

”Hey, growling is my thing.”

”Licking my p.u.s.s.y is your thing, and you're not doing it!”

”Miami.”

”Yes. d.a.m.n you, yes.” Before she can protest again, I close my mouth over her c.u.n.t and show her in a filthy kiss how grateful I am she's bowed to my will.

Usually I take my time. f.u.c.k that s.h.i.+t. I want her come on my face and I want it now. I want this o.r.g.a.s.m, then I'm carrying her to her bed, where she's going to come again on my d.i.c.k. Make me come inside her, and then I'll hold her until she's ready for me to do it all over again.

I'm a f.u.c.king beast, devouring her, and she's humping against my face, desperate for more.

”Come on, Hailey,” I croon as I slide two fingers deep inside her. ”You've got the tightest, sweetest p.u.s.s.y. Jesus, yes, come for me.”

She clenches my fingers as I part her p.u.s.s.y lips, giving me more s.p.a.ce to lap up her slippery sweetness. Her scent, the swollen plumpness of her c.u.n.t, the little moans as she grinds against me...it's the best thing in the entire world.

As soon as she explodes, p.u.s.s.y fluttering and legs shaking, I have her in my arms.

I lay her on her bed, spreading her luscious legs so I can be inside her, and she wraps herself around me, pulling me in deep.

I say it then, the secret I've kept inside. I say it so quietly she doesn't hear me, I'm sure of it, because she doesn't react.

”I love you,” I breathe into her hair as she digs her heels into my a.s.s. She moans my name and I thrust again, this time the words just in my heart. She kisses me as I pin her down, f.u.c.king her harder and faster until we come together in a sticky, perfect mess.

-thirteen-.

Hailey.

For someone raised in a wealthy family, I don't have a lot of experience flying on private airplanes, and it's pretty sweet. We're twenty minutes away from landing outside Miami, I have a happy buzz from some very expensive champagne, and I'm sitting sideways in the comfiest chair ever while Cole's rubbing my feet. The flight attendant just cleared our plates and left us with warm, wet hand towels.

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