Page 230 of Trouble from Abroad
Either way, he’s got me. Right where he wants me.
CHAPTER THIRTY
preston
I bringher sorry excuse for pajama pants and panties down in one go. Her pussy’s even better than I dreamed of. Plump lips, already glistening, ripe for the taking. My mouth waters at the sight.
A neat triangle of hair poses as a little arrow pointing to the entrance to my new obsession. As if I need directions.
“Do you have any idea how long this day has been? How torturous?” I rake my gaze up to her face and catch the way she shudders. “I’ve been counting the minutes to find out how you taste.” I lower my mouth closer to her pussy, watching the tremor in her thighs. “To see how many fingers you’d let me fuck you with.” I slide one into her entrance and hear her knees knock together. “And how tight you’ll clench when I finally get to bury myself inside you.” Her cunt grips me. A wicked preview.
Her breathing turns choppy. Her hands leave the wall, and she clutches my hair for dear life. As she should, because I’m about to take her for a ride.
“Preston, you’re killing me. Stop talking if you don’twant me to come right fucking now.” She’s humping the air, desperate and glistening and so goddamn gorgeous, I nearly forget what I’m doing.
“No, baby. I told you.All over my face. You’ll be dripping from my beard by the time I’m done with you.”
She tries to yank me into her pussy by my hair.
“That’s it. Show me who you are when you lose control. That’s what I want. The raw version. The real you.”
I hold her hips steady and dive in. One slow lick, broad tongue dragging up her slit, parting her for me. That’s all it takes to know that I’m doomed.
One taste, and I know there’ll never be such a thing as enough. I’ll never stop needing this. Needing her.
Her flavor floods my mouth. She’s sweet, slick, and hot on my tongue. It’s fucking divine. This goes beyond lust. It becomes an instant obsession.
“Of course, Trouble would taste sweet.” I lick deeper this time, gathering more of her and sucking her clit into my mouth like I’ve got nothing but time.
She coats my tongue, overriding every sense I’ve got. I swallow her down and groan against her—low and steady, so she feels it.
“Of course you’d turn me into an addict with one taste. Fucking hell, Mia.” I dive back into her, feeding my hunger as she whimpers and releases one hand from my hair, biting into it to muffle her moans.
Fuck, I want her loud. Wild. We can’t, but that doesn’t stop me wanting her to let go for me.
She’s trying to be good, quiet, and all that does is make me want to break her a little more.
I lick and fuck her with my tongue, as deep as she’ll letme. She’s soaked, running down my chin, coating my beard—marking me.
I kiss her. Tease her. Nip and suck until she comes alive for me. There’s not an inch of this pussy I don’t learn, lick, or cherish. I map her with my mouth: every reaction, every tremble.
I’m on my knees, worshiping the most delicious pussy I’ve ever eaten.
Mia rises onto her toes when I turn my attention to her clit. It swells beneath my tongue, pulsing as I suck and flick it.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now, baby. Stretch you open. Tell me if it gets too much, and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Do it,” she pants, breathless and bossy.
I grin and reward her with a long, rolling suck that makes her gasp.
Since she was so enthusiastic about it, I slip two fingers inside her tight heat, and Mia breathes little yeses into the back of her hand. Calls for the man above. Whether for mercy or gratitude, I’m not sure. But I’m taking credit either way.
The moment I curl my fingers just right, her words turn into curses. Both hands fist my hair, dragging me closer to where she wants me most.
Oh, baby. I’m not going anywhere. “Can you take more, Mia?”
I slow the thrust of my fingers, spreading her open with them as I drag my tongue along her seam. She bucks her head softly against the wall, again and again. The woman is too good to be true.
