“Limo, to be exact,” he teases, making me laugh. With him, I feel freer and more relaxed.
“Yes, I can’t forget that. Thank you for taking care of me all day and night.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
I can’t stop myself, and I climb onto his lap, straddling and kissing him like I’ve been craving. He doesn’t hesitate and cuffs his hand around the back of my neck, deepening the kiss with his tongue pushing inside. I grind on his cock through his boxers and sensing my needs, he reaches between us and strokes my clit.
With a gasp, I feel my pussy clench and release, coming hard against him. The knock at the door causes us to freeze. “Winston.”
“I’ll get it, sir.”
“You are a bad girl, Violet. You’ve made me come in my boxers when I want all of my cum inside of you.”
“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”
“Later, I’ll be taking you to bed, making our own family.”
“Why is that such a turn on?” I reach between us, slide my hand under his boxers and grab his cock, feeling his cum on my fingers before pulling them out and sucking it off.
“You’re killing me. Let’s eat before I drill you right here. You need food more than you need another orgasm.” I can’t believe how bold I’m feeling, but there’s something sexy knowing that I made him come so quickly. “Once we’re done, you’ll be mine, permanently. I’m going to fill you with my babies.”
My pussy pulsed from his dirty words. I found men attractive before, but I’ve never been this insane over a guy—ever. Even with my body throbbing from the pain of yesterday, I still ache to feel him between my thighs with either those sexy lips or that massive thick meat that he worked me over with.
Winston rolls in the breakfast buffet. “Thanks, Winston,” we both say at the same time.
“You’re welcome.” He scoops a tray off for himself and takes it back to his room.
“Let’s get you fed.” I’m nervous eating in front of him, but the damn growly monster screaming from my belly is even more embarrassing.
“So, did you spend your whole night lying down with me?”
“Most of it. I knocked out some work and ate my food before joining you in bed.”
“I can’t believe that I slept so long.”
“You needed it. A physically and emotionally traumatic experience can have a serious toll on your sleep.”
“So tell me something about you. I don’t know anything other than you’re kindhearted, you love your mother, and you aren’t strapped for cash.”
“I’m a workaholic, but that ended the second I stepped into Miami. I wanted a break. I needed one. I’ve been working for at least ten years straight. I’ve built my tech company from the ground up. At thirty-five, I’m a lot older than you. That’s pretty much it.”
“It’s not everything, but I didn’t think you were thirty-five. Maybe thirty, but you look fantastic either way.”
“Thank you, Violet. So I’m not too old for you?”
“I think you’re pretty damn perfect.”
“Good.” He takes another bite of his food, and I stare at his throat. Who the hell finds the way a man swallows so sexy? Me, I guess. My thighs clench together while I eat my food, attempting to get my mind off his…well…everything.
Unable to eat another bite, I set down my fork and wipe my mouth. The very mouth that Micah can’t keep his eyes off of. He bends his finger and wags it. I follow his silent yet powerful command, moving my face toward him. I know what he wants…a taste of my lips, but I need him to go further. His hand cups my cheek, bringing his mouth down on mine with the lightest pressure. The tension radiates over me as I feel him deepen it. A moan slips out of me, begging for more.
“Are you sure, Violet, because I don’t think I can step back?”
“Yes, Micah.” I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it off of me. “Is this sure enough for you?” He looks around, and then I remember Winston’s here. He shakes his head and then drags me to him, kissing me harder, grabbing my ass and pushing me against his aching length. I reach between us and take firm hold of his cock. It’s so thick and long that I want to see it, but as I go for his boxers, he pulls back. “You’re going to make me come before I’m inside of you.”
He stands and then picks me up into his strong embrace, carrying me straight into the bedroom, kicking the door closed without stopping until my back hits the mattress.
“I need you so much, my sweet Violet.” His mouth brushes mine lightly and moves downward, kissing the column of my neck. Tilting my head, I give him more to touch and taste. Even with the air on, beads of sweat begin to coat us both. He licks my pulse one more time, making a path down to my breasts.
His thick fingers flex over my plump flesh, squeezing softly at first, testing me with each moan. When his mouth wraps around my nipple, a hungry cry rips through me. He moves between the two of them kneading and sucking as my body squirms and shivers, trembling from pure lust.
“Perfect.” My body hums at the sound of his voice. The flat of his tongue washes down my midsection to the edge of my panties. Growling, he breathes me in, brushing his nose against my pussy through the soaked cotton. “Mine,” he grunts before he nips on my folds. I nearly come right there, but my body lingers on edge, and I know as soon as he licks my cunt I’m done.
He sits up and yanks my panties off, dropping back between my legs within a second, and his mouth hits my pussy. The first swipe of his tongue against my throbbing clit shoots through me, and I scream out his name, giving no fucks who hears me. He throws my leg over his shoulder, drinking in my first orgasm with no end in sight. One finger pushes its way into me as I ride his face. My fingers grip the sheets, and my back arches off the bed. Micah’s large hand splays over my belly, holding me firmly in place.
“I’m not done with your pussy. Fuck having my morning coffee anymore, I need your cunt to get my day started,” Micah swears, dipping his tongue back inside my heat. He told me he needs his coffee when he wakes up, but I guess, I’m his new wake-up brew.
Chapter Eight
Micah
I can’t get enough of her sweet, tangy flavor. It’s driving me wild. My hips rock against the mattress to ease some of the ache in my balls. She’s so fucking tight that I’m afraid I’ll break her when I lose control in her cunt. The way she cries out and coats my face with her juices, making a sloppy mess over me, sends me into a frenzy. It’s the first time in forever that I woke up without a headache, and it’s all due to my sexy little flower. I have to pin her down because seeing and feeling her thrash out for another orgasm goes straight to my already painfully heavy balls.
I stuff two fingers into her, needing to stretch her juicy womb for me. I want her to come on my cock, so I lift and lick my way up her body. The heaviness between my legs nudges at her entrance.
“Taste yourself. Get used to how delicious you are because I’m going to eat your pussy every morning, and I’ll never get enough of kissing you.” I crush my mouth to hers, and she grips my biceps, taking over the kiss. I push forward, letting the tip sit inside her. She moans and rocks her hips. It’s my breaking point, and I rut all the way into her, tearing through the remnants of her innocence, making her mine forever because there’s no way I’d let her leave me.