Page 233 of Trouble from Abroad
“What about you?”
“Make no mistake, Mia. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
She knocks her head back against the wall again, and the doctor in me briefly considers a concussion. Maybe I’d care more if I wasn’t about to feast on her again.
“Fuck you and your words, Preston.”
I laugh again—barely—before I dive back into her.
She takes three fingers from the start, begs for my cock, and comes with nothing but my mouth on her. Mumbling my name between the obscenities that I’ll replay in my brain all night. Maybe for the rest of my life.
“I can’t stand anymore,” she breathes, all weak and wobbly, the kind of mess I take pride in.
I get up, slide one arm around her back, and the other under her knees. She squeals the second she realizes I’m about to scoop her up.
“Are you crazy? I’m going to break your back.”
“One, you said you couldn’t stand. Two, please don’t offend me.”
Mia’s not small, but this is no struggle. It’s a fucking honor to carry her limp body to bed after wrecking her into this state with nothing but my mouth and my hand.
I lay her down gently and pull the sheets over her bare legs. Her gaze drops to my cock and stays there.
“You’re not going anywhere until you come too, Doctor.” She runs her fingers along the waistband of my pants, then licks her lush lips. “And I want to help.”
I catch her hand and hold it still.
“I wouldn’t last an inch past your lips before exploding, Mia. That’s how close you have me to coming.”
“I still wanna see you come. And… have something to do with it.”
I’m panting hard, nostrils flaring, everynerve on fire.
“Can I come on you?” I take my chance. “Will you lift your top and let me come on your tits?”
She doesn’t blink. Just kicks the covers off and peels her pajama top up, baring her breasts before I finish the last sentence.
I strip down too and straddle her hips.
Mia watches me in awe—and gives me a god complex on the spot.
“I’ve seen bits of you,” she whispers, eyes wide. “But seeing you all at once… naked… fuck, Preston.”
She reddens again. So raw. So open. It’s a shot of fresh air after years suffocating.
“And yeah, I knew you’d be big, but that’s just plain scary.”
She’s not trying to stroke my ego. She’s dead serious.
I laugh, then slide my hands up her waist.
“I’ll get you nice and ready,” I promise. “Don’t worry.”
I grab my cock and stroke it once, testing my self-restraint. Yeah. No fucking way I’m lasting with this view.
“You said you wanted to help? Run your hand all over your pussy. Get those fingers messy. Show me how wet I made you.”
Her lips twitch, catching on to where I’m going. She rubs herself with two fingers, smearing the slick around, then slides them in, deep. Over and over. She circles her clit and watches me while she does it, knowing I’m on the fucking edge and having the time of her life watching me crumble. I slap her hand away.
