Page 83 of Mile High Ex's Dad
“Wanted to bend you over the first flat surface I saw this morning.”
My nails dig into his back.
“Wanted everyone out of the house so I could take my time and fuck you until you forgot your own name.”
The words make me moan.
He hears it and gives me one deeper thrust that makes my whole body jolt. “That’s right,” he says. “Let me hear how much you want it.”
I do. I can’t help it. His name keeps slipping out of me, breathless and needy, and he seems to like that far too much. He hooks one of my legs higher over his hip and drives in a little deeper, still careful, still watching me, but no longer pretending he isn’t losing control with me.
He kisses my nipple again while he moves, tongue flicking over the tight peak before he sucks it into his mouth, and the combination of that with his cock filling me has me clutching at the sheets.
“Oh God.”
His mouth leaves my breast. “Still me.”
Then he fucks me harder.
The bed gives softly under us. His breath is rough at my throat. One of my legs is still hooked high over his hip, keeping me open for him, and every deep push of his cock makes my whole body jolt.
I’m close already. Too close. My clit is still aching from his mouth and his hand, and now every thrust brushes something deep enough to make my thoughts scatter. I cling to him, nails in his shoulders, kissing whatever I can reach. His mouth. His jaw. His throat.
He groans when I squeeze around him. “Again,” he says, voice gone dark and ragged. “Do that again.”
I don’t know how to explain to him that I’m not doing anything on purpose. My body is just answering him. Taking him.Clenching tighter every time he drives in deep, every time he says something filthy in that low voice of his.
“I’ve wanted this all day,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Wanted to get you alone and feel you come around my cock.”
The words hit me like a hand between my legs. I moan and arch up into him, and that seems to break whatever control he still had left. He catches both my wrists in one hand and pins them gently beside my head, then kisses me hard while he fucks me with those deep, steady strokes that make my stomach tighten and tighten and tighten.
“Viktor,” I gasp.
His forehead presses to mine. “That’s it. Come for me.”
I’m so close I can barely breathe.
He slips one hand between us and rubs my clit with his thumb, firm and exact, and my whole body snaps.
I come with a cry that tears out of me before I can stop it. My back bows. My hips jerk helplessly against him. My cunt clenches hard around his cock, over and over, and he makes the roughest sound I’ve heard from him yet, almost a growl, almost my name.
“Fuck, Sienna.”
He drives into me through it, not slow now, not gentle, chasing his own release with short, hard strokes while my body is still fluttering around him. I’m oversensitive and shaking and I can’t do anything except hold on and let him take what he needs.
Then he buries himself as deep as he can and comes with a broken groan against my mouth. I feel it, hot and thick insideme, pulse after pulse, his whole body going tight over mine while he empties himself into me. The intimacy of it is almost too much. His face pressed to my neck. His hand on my hip. His breath unsteady. The way he stays there, deep inside me, like he can’t quite bear to pull away.
For a long moment neither of us moves.
I can feel my heart pounding everywhere. My thighs are trembling. His weight is heavy and welcome and a little overwhelming, but I don’t ask him to move. I don’t want him to. Not yet.
When he finally lifts his head, his expression is different. Not softer, exactly. Just less guarded.
He brushes my hair back from my face, then kisses me once, slower now, deep without being desperate. When he eases out of me, I feel the loss of him at once, and then the slow warmth of his cum slipping back out. The sensation makes me flush.
He notices that too, of course.
A faint, wicked look crosses his face, but he doesn’t tease me. Not this time. Instead he pulls me carefully against him and settles us on our sides, one arm under my head, the other draped over my waist.
