and suck it.
“Condom,” she says, almost panting. I smile now, slipping my finger out and rubbing her wetness on her nipple, then bending to clean it off. “Miller,” she huffs out.
I put my knees by her hips and rip her bra off her. “You know what else kept me up?” I ask, her mouth hanging open at the torn bra that I toss to the side. “These,” I say, grabbing her tits and rolling the nipples. “Your tits are perfect.”
“Good, they cost me a fortune,” she says, and it’s my turn now to look shocked. I feel her tits again. “A perfect size B,” she says. I push them together, and my cock is at full salute now.
“I want you to watch,” I tell her as my hips push forward, “while I fuck your tits and fuck you with my fingers.” She looks down as I slip my cock between her tits. “Hold your tits tight for me,” I tell her, and her hands come up and squeeze her tits together as I move up and down. My hand reaches behind me to slip into her. “I’m going to destroy you,” I tell her, my hips moving faster, and the little minx sticks out her tongue to lick the tip of my cock. “When I finally fuck you, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me for a whole week.”
“Yes,” she says, moving her hips up to meet my fingers. “I’m going to come,” she says, and her head falls back as she comes again. Her juices run down my fingers as I slip them out of her. “I can’t move.”
I move away from her now and smirk at her. “Gorgeous,” I say, leaning down and slipping my tongue into her mouth. “We’ve only just started.” She looks at me, her eyes heavy, and I lie on the bed on my back. “Now,” I tell her. “Climb on me and ride my face.”
Chapter 25
Layla
“I’m Layla Paterson, and I wish you a great weekend,” I say, leaning back in my chair. “And don’t forget to tune into the game tonight and then again on Sunday.”
“It is going to be a tough weekend,” Brian says. “Vegas is coming to town, and they are on a winning streak.”
“They are,” I agree, “but so is Dallas.”
“I think they need to win the next two games because then they go on the road for six days, and you know that it’s going to be rough,” he says. I try not to let it bother me that Miller is going to be gone.
“Well, we will be back Monday with all the news. Stay safe, everybody.” I take my headphones off. “That was a good show,” I say. He nods, and I get up, putting my hand up to tell him goodbye.
I make my way to my office, where I grab my laptop and my bag, checking my phone and seeing that I have a text from Candace.
Candace: Are you ever going to call me back?
I laugh, thinking of when she called me on Wednesday while I was in the middle of watching a movie with Miller. I couldn’t even think about answering because he had my shirt up to my neck, my tits loose while he fucked me with his fingers. For the past five days, we’ve been together every single night. He usually picks me up, and we have dinner. Then we get hot and heavy right before he drops me off at home. I swear, this man is going to make me rip my hair out.
I dial her number as I walk out of the office. “Well, look at what the cat dragged in,” she says, answering after one ring, and I laugh.
“I am a cat,” I tell her, getting into the car. “A cat in motherfucking heat.” I slam the door and pull out of the parking lot.
“It’s been a week,” she says, shocked.
“It’s been eight days,” I huff out. “Eight days. I can’t even count the hours.”
“I have no words,” she says.
“Well, I have a couple of words,” I say. “He’s a grower, he’s a shower, and so help me God, he better be a plower.”
Candace laughs now. “I’m not kidding. He’s given me more orgasms than I can count, and still he hasn’t given me the proper fucking he claims he’s going to give me,” I huff out.
“Why don’t you just take things in your own hands?” She pushes me. “Climb that man like a tree.”
“You don’t