Page 72 of Tempting Miles
A devilish grin spreads across his face. “That’s what I thought.”
He kneels in front of me and slowly pulls my panties down my legs.
The loss of his touch makes me whimper.
And then his gaze drags over me—from my toes all the way back up to the aching center of my body—leaving heat everywhere it lands.
“Fucking perfect,” he says through gritted teeth, breathing hard like he’s fighting for control.
He lowers himself, pressing his chest to the mattress and spreading my legs wider. The stretch adds a glorious sensation as his tongue makes contact with my clit.
“Fuuuck,” I whisper, my eyes falling shut.
Miles takes his time with me, passing his tongue agonizingly slow over my clit while testing my entrance with one finger.
“More,” I beg, my own fingers tangling in his hair.
Another finger enters me in response, and my moan turns guttural.
A rough chuckle vibrates against my clit, making my entire body jerk.
I lift my ass and grind my pussy against Miles's mouth, feeling my orgasm build as both his tongue and fingers play me like a fiddle.
The pressure inside me snaps tighter and tighter until there’s no holding back anymore.
“Miles—I’m gonna come.”
He doesn’t let up. He sucks my clit like he’s dying of thirst, and that’s all it takes.
I come hard and ride his mouth until I’m left shaking beneath him.
When I finally force my eyes open, I find his gaze already fixed on me.
“Ready for more?” he asks softly before pressing a kiss against my thigh
I melt deeper into the mattress, completely boneless.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern slipping into his voice.
“Too… blissed out… to speak,” I mumble, smiling lazily.
The mattress dips beside as warmth settles against my skin.
“Penny, open your eyes.”
The command in his voice has me obeying before I can even think about it.
Miles’s face is flushed, his hair completely wrecked from my hands, and somehow, he still looks unfairly hot.
“Ready?” he asks again, and I secretly adore that even when he takes control, he still gives me the choice.
I nod slowly.
He shifts over me carefully, reaches down, and guides his cock to my entrance. The moment I feel him nudge inside, I stiffen.
“Are you okay?” he asks, searching my face with a frown.
“I don’t remember you being so big.” His eyes flash with amusement. “It’s okay, sugar. We’ll make it fit.”
