Page 262 of Trouble from Abroad
I wrap my hand around my cock and start to sink back in. The new stretch makes her whimper into the sheets.
“Hand me that wand, Mia.”
Her head is down on the pillow, turned the opposite way, and her hand fumbles along the mattress, all shaky and lost, as if I’ve stripped her of everything but need. She finds it guided by touch alone, and seeing her like this, dazed and desperate, makes my own vision tunnel.
She’s all I see. All I want.
Knowing it feels this good for her? Christ. I’m somewhere between heaven and hell.
Not the heaven they preached to me in Catholic school. Oh no, this one is too dirty, too loud. But Mia is as close to heaven as I’ll ever get. And here I am, bringing her to her knees, turning into a god of her own making.
I flip the toy on and barely brush it over her clit.
She shudders, a full-body tremor, and her cunt clamps down around me so hard I can’t even sink another inch. My plan backfires in the best fucking way—she’s wrung so tight I’m barely hanging on.
Her moans fracture every time I tap the toy to her clit, taunting her.
“Leave it there,” she chokes out.
“Oh no, baby. You got it all wrong.”
I push it harder against her clit, hold it there longer just to teach her a lesson.
Her moans crack into gasps. Then into a desperate, incoherent mumble. She’s speaking in tongues, convulsing around me while I sink deeper and deeper.
Then I do the worst thing possible—to her, and therefore, to me.
I shut the toy off.
Mia’s head snaps up so fast, I might’ve heard her neck crack. It’s a miracle she doesn’t sprain something.
My chest heaves, and I lean over her, every breath a fight. “This isn’t to make you come, baby. Not yet. This is to help you take all of me.” I push in deeper, turn it on again, and she clamps down so hard I see stars. “Just over two inches left.”
“Stop,” she says, and my heart fucking seizes. I freeze, toss the toy away. Everything in me is pulled tight, bracing for the worst. Shit. I’m too deep, I was too rough. I never should’ve put her on all fours.
“Are you hurt? Did I?—”
“Shut up, Preston,” she orders.
I can’t. I’m deep inside her, and I need to know she’s okay. My mouth is running, panic hijacking everything—until one of her hands flies back andslapsmy ass. Loud, commanding. And fuck, a bit too sharp.
She grabs me there. Holds me in place.
“Don’t youdareleave me.”
“You’re… you’re hurt,” I pant out, my chest twisting with fear and guilt.
“Oh, you hurt me good,” she moans. “So fucking good. I don’t care if I leave here in a wheelchair.”
I shouldn’t be smiling. My dick shouldn’t be this hard. “Then why?—”
“I said shut up, baby,” she moans it this time. Oh, I like the sound of that. Her tone cuts through the air, a sweet command that’s all hers. “The last bit is mine.”
Fuck. Me.
She starts pushing back, and I like that even more. Mia takes me inch by fucking inch. I’m nailed in place, forced to feel her claim every last part of me. Her ass ripples with the effort, slick with sweat and need, and it sends me somewhere dangerous.
“Are you feeling brave, baby?” The words come out rough and low as I run my hands over her hips, spreading her open, my grip tight. I slap once, twice, drawing heat to the surface. “Feeling curious? Ready to check off more of that filthy list of yours?”
