Page 107 of Trouble from Abroad
A loud laugh cracks free from my chest. That’s the thing about Mia: I don’t have to hold anything back. I can still be inside her and laugh without shame.
“So the twenty-something nanny is asking the old man for a time-out?”
I give her ass a playful smack, and even though every cell in my body wants to stay, I ease out of her as gently as I can. “Tell me if it hurts, baby.”
“Can you please stop worrying about hurting me?” Mia crawls forward, then winces. “Ouch,” she mutters.
“See?” I flip her onto her back and take in the sightof her puffy cunt. To be fair, I shouldn’t be surprised after what I just put her through. My hands are gentle, stroking the flushed skin, easing her open just to admire the mess we made.
“You didn’t put ‘BDSM’ on your list, or we haven’t gotten to that part yet, but aftercare has just become my thing. And you did say I hurt you.”
She huffs a laugh. “Did you miss the part where I said Iloved it? That it felt so good?”
I run my thumb over her swollen, slick lips. My cock jerks, somehow still hard, aching from being denied what it clearly wants again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t make it feel better now too.”
I shift my thumb up to her clit and gently rub it. Her hips jolt, and I watch her torn, caught between flinching away or begging for more. But she doesn’t stop me.
“Damn you, Pres,” she says, sounding deliciously fucked-out. She clenches again, and another spill of my cum leaks from her. I’m transfixed. Fucking spellbound. I push the load back in with my finger. Then a better idea comes to mind.
“Open up for me, Mia. Let me make you feel better.”
She lets out a soft, delighted laugh. “Better? But I’m not in pain. I’m in fucking bliss.” “Do it for me, then.” I massage the insides of her soft, thick thighs, coaxing her legs open. “Let me redeem myself for hurting you.”
“Only if you admit you’re being dramatic. Oh. And only if you promise to do it again.Hurt me like that. Agreed?”
I spread her wider and let her see the filthy grin stretching across my face. “Agreed,Miss Thorne.”
Lowering my mouth to her soaked cunt, I kiss it softly. She squeaks, then scrambles back from me.
“Wha—what are you doing?” she gasps, pressing herself into the headboard.
“Eating my pussy,” I say against her. “What did you think I was doing?”
“No. You said fingers. Preston, you just?—”
I pause, let my head hang for a second, then meet her eyes. Serious, now. “You either have a terrible short-term memory—which we both know you don’t—or you think there’s something wrong with what I was about to do.”
Hesitation is written all over her. I hate it. Hate the flicker of shame in her eyes, the way her body braces. One smooth move and I’ve got her legs down, her back flat, my body crowding hers.
“It shocks you that I’d eat your pussy after I came in it?”
Her eyes flick away. “Yes,” she admits quietly. “You’ve licked off my tits, but this is different.”
“Why? Look at me, baby,” I say, holding her jaw. “No hiding. That’s my favorite thing about you. Don’t start hiding now.”
She meets my stare, cheeks pink, eyes wide and vulnerable.
“Thank you. Now tell me why it bothered you.”
She hesitates, then blows out a shaky breath. “Because… fuck. It’s stupid. I guess I grew up learning it’s just…not done? Or not something guyswantto do.” She rolls her eyes at herself. “I guess I never thought of it… for myself. God, I feel so stupid saying it out loud.”
Next, her eyes snap back at me. “Oh! I see where you’re going with it. Boys don’t, men do.” Mia has the nerve to rollher eyesat menow, though there’s a smile behind it. Sassy little thing.
I smirk and press a kiss to her shoulder, feeling her body ease under my mouth. I trace up to the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. Our scent. God, it’s delicious.
“Does it disgust you?”
“No,” she rushes to say, eyes locking on mine. “It’s not that. Not at all.”
