Page 263 of Trouble from Abroad
“What… do you me-mean?” She’s breathless, and I’m shaking with how close I am to losing it.
She pulls forward almost to the tip, and I could come from watching: her pussy stretched thin, slick, and slamming back, taking my cock all over again.
Until… This is it. I’m all in.
My groan tears straight from the gut. Her body clamps around mine, the perfect fit. Pressure and heat. Her cunt swallows me whole and then tightens with each pulse, body strung high on need and nowhere near done. My vision flares. My knees threaten to fail. I grip her ass out of need, to stay upright.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she announces, hipsbuckling, and I grab harder, now branding her with my fingerprints. I slap the same spot. “Yes!” Then again, firmer. She clenches harder in response—ravenous little thing.
I spit down the line of her ass, and watch it trail toward her tightest hole. “Tell me if you want it.” My thumb spreads it slowly, slicking her open, then dips in. Slightly. Barely. She pulses around me on instinct.
“Do it. Do it now,” she demands, flipping her hair and staring back at me.
I press just the tip of my thumb in, and she comes alive.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she begs the wrong guy.
Mia’s wild and a bit reckless, grinding down on my cock and my thumb. She’s hanging on the edge of surrender, greedy for more.
This is it. Nothing could top this.
But Mia thrives on proving me wrong, doesn’t she?
It’s everything. The sound of her. The feel. The way she begs for more.
It’s more than heaven, and it’s hell too, trying to hold it together—because she’s going to come first.
“More,” she gasps. “Now!” Her scream tears through the room, probably straight down to the lobby.
I give it all to her. Another spit, and I slide my thumb deeper, fucking her until she’s shaking and sobbing. Until her moans fractures into high, broken cries, each one splitting me open. Until she’s losing herself in the moment, and I’m right there with her.
“I’m coming,” she chokes out, “Pres, I’m comin?—”
I stay still so all I feel is her.
“I know, baby. I can feel it. You’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”
She ripples around me, and I let her ride it out. Every flutter, every little sob of hers is being carved into my being.
Her body fits mine. I swear—right here, right now—this is the moment that changes everything. There’s no going back now. Life cannot be full if I can’t have this.
I hold, waiting, letting her take every last second she needs.
It kills me, holding back while she writhes, perfect and undone.
But it’s her moment, and I give it to her.
The second her body starts to soften beneath mine… It’s my turn.
Thank fuck. I was never going to last much longer.My cock’s throbbing, balls heavy, every muscle of mine is synced to hers.
She meets me. Thrust for thrust. My thumb still works her ass, and her moans spike again, sharper, filthier.
I give her cock, finger… fuck it, I give her everything. Even the parts I swore I’d keep. Even the ones I can’t name yet.
“You feel so good, baby. Can I fuck this pussy harder? Can you take it?”
She glances back again, sweaty and glowing, and the grin that slips out? It’s the death of me.
