Page 60 of Trouble from Abroad
“Jesus, look at you,” I murmur. “One day soon, when you let me, it’s going to be me making you moan pretty like that. Want to know what I’d do if I were inside you while that thing works your clit?”
She arches again, suction stuttering with how hard she’s shaking. Her thighs twitch, her body already knowing where I’m going with this.
“Let me paint you the picture.” I let the words settle, and her imagination grow wings. “You—full. My cock buried deep, stretching that pretty pussy open while that toy pulses against your clit.” I pause. Watch her break just a little more. “I’d keep going until you couldn’t string a sentence together. Until all you could do was scream my name and take it.”
A soft cry escapes her, shattering the silence she’s trying so hard to keep.
“I’d hold you there. Keep you spread and trembling. Feel every clench around my cock while I fuck you slow and ruthlessly, and your body remembers that coming is something you do better when it’s for me.”
She lets out a sound that’s more breath than voice.
“Feel it, Mia. Hear me. And eyes on me while I watch you come apart.”
She tries, but her eyes roll back. Her thighs clamp tight around her wrist. She can’t take much more.
“Mia.” My voice roughens. “Up the setting. One more time. Now.”
She fumbles again, and when it kicks up… She sobs.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Hold it there.”
Her thighs shake. Her hips lift clear off the bed, chasing every filthy thing I haven’t done to her yet.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I know I am.
She nods. Fast. Desperate.
“Say it.” I like to hear her too. And I love it even more when she obeys.
“I’m close. So close.”
My jaw is about to snap. “Let go. Do it for me. Stop pretending to be good and let go the way you needto. Let me see you come, baby.”
Her orgasm crashes through her like a wave.
Full-body and violent. Pure surrender.
She jerks beneath it—back arched, mouth open, her hand releasing the sheets just in time to muffle the scream.
Her thighs tense, and a heartbeat later, her legs fall loose and boneless.
At the sight of her wrecked like that, the doorframe cracks under my grip. That’s how wound up I am.
I’ve never been so hard in my life.
Then—
“Daaaaad. We’re going to be late!”
I recoil so fast I damn near finish tearing the doorframe out of the wall.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“I’m coming!” I croak, already scrambling to adjust myself in my pants.
“I just did,” she murmurs with a wicked little twist of her lips. The kind that fulfills every prophecy of the name I gave her.
Mia lies there. Beautiful and smug. Fucking radiant.
