Page 61 of Beautiful Villain
“We wouldn’t want to frighten the chef with your screams, would we, Mikayla?”I murmured.
Before she could answer, I pressed the lace to her lips, then pushed the panties into her mouth.She didn’t resist.She didn’t argue.Instead, her brows lifted in startled disbelief—and something close to fear—as I held her gaze, the surprise stealing her breath before she could find it again.
My eyes were on her in the glass as I lowered my zipper and released my cock.It sprang forth, a dangerous dagger ready for action.I wrapped a hand around it, stroking once, twice, showing her how ready I was for her.
A low moan rumbled somewhere deep inside her chest, and I lifted her dress again, bent my head slightly and looked at the spot between her legs where moisture had pooled.
A low sound slipped from her, felt more than heard, and it made my chest tighten.I lifted her dress again and bent just enough to look between us, taking in the unmistakable signs of moisture between her thighs.
The sight told me everything her words didn’t.
“Well, would you look at that,” I said, my voice low “You’ve gone and made a mess of yourself, Mikayla.”
I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her ass cheeks.I planted a kiss on one, then the other, promising myself to revisit this zone at a later date.I lowered my head until I was beneath her legs, then flicked my tongue out and licked at her juices.
The moan that escaped her was loud, and I was glad for the fabric minimising the evidence of her spiral.
My hands moved to her ass cheeks, opening them, giving me a better view to her pussy.My tongue moved in soft, languorous swipes, up and down her pussy.I flicked at her hole, darting my tongue inside, felt her pulsing, then slid up to her clit and took it in my mouth, sucking on it.
Her moans turned to pants as I continued to lick and suck at her pussy, leaving no inch uncovered, my saliva mixing with her juices until she clenched and detonated around my face.She came with one heady, ferocious, muffled scream against the glass, and I lapped it up, every last bit of liquid she would offer me.
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Mikayla
Istill hadn’t come down from my high, my thighs trembling, my heart racing, when he stood and plunged his cock inside me with one hard thrust.He held it there for the longest time, unmoving, his eyes on mine in the glass, as though to make sure I was watching him unravel in real time.The window turned him into something sharper—his eyes unreadable, his jaw set, every line of him pulled tight with restraint.
My breath slowed, then stuttered.I couldn’t look away.The reflection held us there, trapped in that narrow space between action and surrender.His gaze never left me.Not my face.Not my body.Me.
It made something raw twist inside my chest.
I felt thirsty in a way that had nothing to do with my mouth.Hungry in a way that made my skin ache.Like there was a missing piece inside me, and my body already knew he was the only one who could fill it.
His hands came to my hips—sudden, firm, claiming.Fingers spread wide, grounding me, locking me in place.The contact sent a jolt through me so sharp my knees almost buckled.I exhaled hard, my palms flattening against the glass.
He leaned in just enough that I could feel his heat.Still, he didn’t kiss me or speak.He only watched.
In the reflection, his eyes burned—dark, feral, stripped of every civil mask.He looked like a man holding himself back by force alone.Like if he loosened his grip for even a second, something violent and unstoppable would tear free.
And God help me, I wanted it.
I wanted the part of him he was trying not to be.Wanted the way his hands told me exactly what he intended without saying a word.Wanted the certainty in his grip, the promise in his stillness.
I swallowed, my pulse hammering high in my throat.
He didn’t need to touch me again.
The way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—was already enough to undo me.
I tried to say his name around the panties in my mouth, but all I managed was a garbled moan.My breathing was uneven, my legs quaking, threatening to give way.
“Yes,baby?”
His voice was a deep, low throttle that pierced my chest, lighting me up with desire, hunger, and a desperate sense of being wanted.
And then he started too move.
He fucked me ruthlessly against the glass.Each thrust pushed me against the glass, until my body was flat against it, and I felt like I was climbing the wall.
