leave.
The couple gets off, and Mila pushes her ass against my swollen cock.
“Mila,” I warn. She’s lighting a fire, and I won’t be able to stop if she goes much further.
The elevator doors open on my floor.
“I need you, Knight. Don’t hold back.”
“You sure? Your smart mouth won’t be able to save you once we start.”
She takes my hand lifting it to her mouth and kisses the palm of my hand sweetly like the innocent girl she is. Then, she has my pointer finger in her mouth, sucking viciously, swirling her tongue over the tip.
“I’m sure.”
Fuck.
I grab her hips at the same time she jumps, wrapping her thin legs around me. She’s a stick. I don’t know how she was able to hold onto the rock as long as she did.
I slam her body against the door of my apartment and curse as I try to dig my keys out of my pocket as her lips suck on my neck. I regret not taking up the building manager’s offer to install a keyless entry for me. The key finally grants us entry before I do something stupid, like fuck her against my door.
We burst inside in a tangle of arms, legs, and nerves. I’ve never been so nervous and so excited at the same time.
Mila pushes my suit jacket off my shoulders before she starts on my tie, as I kiss every part of her body my lips can reach without putting her down. Her lips, cheeks, neck, and ears. I get acquainted with every part of her skin. When I kiss her neck in Abri’s favorite spot making Mila purr, I don’t think about Abri like I thought I might. The sounds Mila makes are more angelic than anything I’ve ever heard.
Mila’s raspy sounds. The purring, the moaning, the growling makes my already hard cock tighten with each sound. I think I could come from her voice alone.
Mila gets my tie off and starts working on the buttons on my shirt, quickly getting frustrated by how hard it is to get the shirt off.
“Slow down, pretty girl. We’ve got all night.”
“All night isn’t enough,” she whispers back.
And I know it’s the truth. I can fuck her all night long. Over and over and over. It won’t be enough. Not enough to heal us. Not enough to rid ourselves of the desire in our core. Simply, not enough.
But it has to be. This has to be a one-time thing. I can’t ruin her.
Neither of us speaks the truth though. We both know that this is a one-time thing. That’s why she’s so desperate. That’s why there is sadness in her eyes.
So I give in to her. I race upstairs to my bedroom and toss her on the bed.
“You’re never going to forget this night, sweetheart.”
She grins at my nickname.
“Neither are you, asshole.”
I lick my lips as I rip my shirt open, not caring about the expensive buttons that will need replacing. The look on her face makes it worth it.
“It’s good to know you still hate me.”
I kick off my shoes and remove my pants and underwear, freeing my cock that points in her direction, leading me into a dream I never thought I’d have, knowing, in the end, it will turn into a nightmare when I have to leave her.
Her eyes sear through my body. My arms and chest, covered in tattoos, over my abs, to my straining cock.
“Yep, definitely hate you.”
It’s a lie. She doesn’t hate me, that’s the problem.
She grips the covers on my bed like she’s trying to hold herself back, but it makes her look innocent. So, so innocent. An angel that isn’t capable of wrong.
And I’m the devil that soon will be taking her wings.
I slowly move to the bed as her legs move wide, inviting me in. But not wide enough to fit my frame. So I push her legs open further as I kiss every inch of flesh I can find. I remove her shoes slowly along with her socks until I’m kissing her feet, then calf, then inner thigh.
She writhes against me, both wanting me to kiss her in the most intimate of places and not ready for it yet.
I grin before jumping over her shorts and moving to her stomach. I push her shirt up as I kiss her concave stomach. Even with three good meals a day, she is still too skinny. I need to feed her more. She deserves to have everything she needs and more.
Even though I