Page 53 of Shattered Queens: Veronica
“Yes, Miles. Fuck, that’s so good.” More moans and whimpers. “Right there, right there. God, your tongue feels so good.” Fuck me. Do I have a praise kink? Because I’ll do whatever she wants me to. So long as I hear her praise. “I’m-I’m going to come. Yes. Oh yes, Miles!” She bucks into me, and I suck on her clit.
“Again,” I order her.
Veronica
Chapter 27
Fuck, my pussy feelsraw from riding him. I lost count after four orgasms. I can say that Miles has ruined my pussy for the next person. I hate him for that. I hate him for showing up at my doorstep after showing up at Nina’s gym. My consolation for him pulling that stunt was Nina kicking his ass. I don’t know why he cares so much about Frank. I hate that I want to know why, and I hate myself for wanting him.
When Miles asked me to undress in front of him, I thought back to Gemma and all the beautiful women he’s been with in a private room. My insecurities crept in, but he looks at me like I’m the only woman who exists, and that did something to me. Not to mention the memory of him fucking me has been on replay. I’ve found myself masturbating to the image of my legs around his shoulders.
I’m still recovering from my last orgasm when Miles gets up from sitting on the ground. I look at the large wet spot on the couch. Fuck, I made a mess. Without saying a word, he picks me up in his arms and takes me to my bathroom. It’s like I weigh nothing. He sets me down and turns on the shower. Grabbing my waist, he leans down, his lips hovering over mine. I can smell myself on him, and he kisses me—my arousal all over him. The taste is foreign to me. I’ve never tasted myself on anyone. Miles must sense something because he pulls back.
“Princesa, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie, and he knows it. Why wouldn’t he? This man knows almost everything about me.
“Tell me,” he orders.
Embarrassed. “I’ve never tasted myself on anyone.”
“Well, let’s change that.” He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me. This kiss is different—it isn't fireworks; it’s gravity, pulling us into something inevitable. He presses against me, and I can feel his cock. My hand travels down his bare chest until it’s over his pants, and I squeeze his rock-hard cock. His groan makes my pussy clench. He pulls back, takes off the remainder of his gym clothes, and steps into the hot water. He’s so beautiful—toned and muscular. He extends his hand for me to join him, and I do. The hot shower feels good against my body, but I’m so fucking turned on.
I face him. “It’s my turn.” I push him against the tile wall and lower myself onto my knees. The water cascades down my hair and body. I look up and see his gray eyes are darker. I grab his hard cock and wrap my lips around the crown. I suck on it while my other hand strokes his length. I move to his balls and massage them as I open my mouth wider to take him deep. So deep that my eyes water. I don’t know where my tears end and the water begins. I hear him groan as both his hands go to my head.I pull back and lick his long and thick cock from the base to the tip, over and over again. Cleaning him of any leftover cum. I knew he couldn’t hold it; I felt the wet spot on his pants.
Without warning, I take him deeper again. I don’t need him to push my head down; I take the reins and do it for him. He’s giving me complete control, and that makes me wild. I’ve never had power over someone’s pleasure. If anything, I was made to feel like I had none.
“Fuck, Veronica. Your mouth was made for my cock.” He groans. “Take what you want, baby.”
He brings me back from my momentary spiraling. I take all of him. I moan, causing my throat to vibrate around his dick. His hands tug on my hair, so I do it again. With one hand still massaging his balls, I use my other to caress his abs. Holy fuck, he’s ripped. I glide my sharp nails down his body and hear him hiss. He’s close; I can feel his muscles tense.
“Veronica, I’m going to come. Fuck, baby!”
There he goes again with that nickname. I deep throat him, and he empties himself. I swallow every single drop. His warm cum slides down my throat, and I want more. I pull back without breaking eye contact. I lick my lips, making sure to savor every drop. As I stand, I see the scratch marks on his chest.
“I need to be inside you again.” It’s not a question.
“Miles, what are we doing?”
“I don’t know.” He puts his forehead to mine. “That’s a conversation for tomorrow. All I know is that right now, I need to be inside you.”
“I have condoms in my nightstand.”
He pulls back, giving me a look of disapproval. “Why do you have condoms in your nightstand?”
“Because I’m a twenty-three-year-old single woman with a healthy sexual appetite. Not that it’s your business.”
His eyes darken. It’s not the lustful shade of gray; no, this is different. “Were you planning on fucking Frank?”
There goes the moment. What a presumptuous asshole. “Maybe. Again, not your business.” Frank is not my type. He’s my father’s age. But just because Miles said it, I egg him on. He gets out of the shower and grabs my towel off the towel rack.
“You aren’t fucking anyone, Veronica.”
Is he serious? I follow him and grab my robe. Fuck this and fuck him. “You’re telling me that you won’t be going back to the club to fuck Gemma or whoever else you fuck? Please. I wasn’t expecting anything out of this. Sorry to burst your egomaniac bubble.”
He eats up the small space between us in no time. “Don’t test me, Princesa.”
I smile. “You can leave now. Thanks for the orgasms.”
