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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
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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.”
“What about you?”
“Make no mistake, Mia. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
She knocks her head back against the wall again, and the doctor in me briefly considers a concussion. Maybe I’d care more if I wasn’t about to feast on her again.
“Fuck you and your words, Preston.”
I laugh again—barely—before I dive back into her.
She takes three fingers from the start, begs for my cock, and comes with nothing but my mouth on her. Mumbling my name between the obscenities that I’ll replay in my brain all night. Maybe for the rest of my life.
“I can’t stand anymore,” she breathes, all weak and wobbly, the kind of mess I take pride in.
I get up, slide one arm around her back, and the other under her knees. She squeals the second she realizes I’m about to scoop her up.
“Are you crazy? I’m going to break your back.”
“One, you said you couldn’t stand. Two, please don’t offend me.”
Mia’s not small, but this is no struggle. It’s a fucking honor to carry her limp body to bed after wrecking her into this state with nothing but my mouth and my hand.
I lay her down gently and pull the sheets over her bare legs. Her gaze drops to my cock and stays there.
“You’re not going anywhere until you come too, Doctor.” She runs her fingers along the waistband of my pants, then licks her lush lips. “And I want to help.”
I catch her hand and hold it still.
“I wouldn’t last an inch past your lips before exploding, Mia. That’s how close you have me to coming.”
“I still wanna see you come. And… have something to do with it.”
I’m panting hard, nostrils flaring, everynerve on fire.
“Can I come on you?” I take my chance. “Will you lift your top and let me come on your tits?”
