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The same woman I’m tempted to keep eating until she comes again, just to prove it wasn’t her. Never her. Just the selfish, silly boys she used to waste her time on.
Her hips sway with the rhythm of my slowing strokes. I kiss her gently, soft licks across her clit, down to her lips. She’s smooth, warm, soaked in the only thing I crave now. Alcohol was easy to quit. This? This is fucking impossible.
“That… was…”
I finish the sentence for her. “The best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Then I grin. “Is squirting on your list?”
She tugs my hand away.
Too far?Apparently.
I can’t help the smirk. It’s cute that she thinks we’re done.
I sit back on my heels and grip her waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I don’t… squirt.” She settles back against the wall.
“You didn’t think you could come from oral until tonight.”
Color rushes into her cheeks, her gaze flicking away. Not quite what I was aiming for.
“Mia.” I slide a finger through her slit and bring it to my mouth, hunger blooming wild in my chest. I close my eyes, and the wordsnever enoughstamp themselves behind my lids.
When I open them, she’s staring—redder, breathless, lips parted in disbelief and something… naughtier.
“I’ve never tasted anything better. If you squirted for me?On me?” I run my finger over herentrance again. Once. Twice. Her hips follow. “It’d be hot as fuck. I’d drink down every drop.”
Her eyes shut tight. Too tight.
I pull back and soften my voice. “Hey.” I wait for her stare to meet mine. “But only if it turns you on like it does me. I mean that.”
She exhales like I just took a weight off her chest.
“It’s only good if it’s good for both of us. I’ll never, ever try to push you into something you’re not into. Just like I’d expect the same.”
Her head tilts, and that wicked smile spreads, sass turned all the way up.
“Preston, I’m quite sure you’re the kinkiest one here. As a matter of fact, you just proved it.”
“Excuse me?” I laugh. “Weren’t you the one who told me toshut up and eat you? You’re full of surprises, Miss Thorne. Even if you don’t know it yourself yet.”
She scoffs as I lean in closer.
“And if I had to bet? That list of yours is only going to grow.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
preston
Mia glancesaway and starts speaking before facing me again. “Pres, you said you were getting me ready for…” She lifts one foot, pointed like a ballerina, and drags it over my cock, still rock-hard and aching.
“Damn, woman, aren’t you sated?” I try to joke, but the moment she opens herself to me, hunger strikes again. “Trust me, if you let me, I’ll have you for every meal from now on.”
I reach for the leg teasing me, slide my hand under her knee, and press it gently to the wall, opening her wide. Fuck, this pussy will be the death of me.
“Preston,” she whimpers, hands flying to my head for balance.
“Did you think I was finished, baby?” I chuckle, hot breath landing right where I want it. “Not even fucking close.”
