around and I’ll give it to you, then.”
Oh goodness. A ripple of pleasure pulses at my sex. Bossy Mikah is sexier than any of the rest of him. I love when he gets like this, commanding, but waiting for my consent.
I give it freely.
Turning around, I tease him, knowing he likes it. I let my dress fall from shoulders, shaking my hips as it brushes my ass on the way to the floor. I’m still in my heels, so I’m careful as I step away from the dress and reach behind my back to the band of my bra. It’s red, to match my shoes as well as my thong. Lace. It’s a sexy, glamorous set and based on the heat burning my flesh from his look alone, he enjoys it more.
Which is what I hoped for.
I undo my bra, gather my hair and drape it over a shoulder so he has a complete, unfettered view of my back and then slip my fingers into the lace of my thong at my hips. I shimmy them down slowly, turning to watch him over my shoulder, but he doesn’t notice me looking at him.
His gaze is settled at my hands, my ass, watching the movement of the lace deliciously scrape down my thighs. Once I’ve kicked them from my ankle where they land on top of the rest of our discarded clothing, his gaze whips up to meet mine.
“Bend over.” His hand presses to my shoulder and he doesn’t shove gently, but firmly.
I fall forward in surprise until my hips hit the armrest and then I’m angled, ass up in the air, fingers digging into the couch to cushion my fall and brace.
When he gets bossy like this, he doesn’t go slow.
I love him furious and fast.
He barely takes a breath before his fingers are at my slit, rubbing, tasting and teasing. There’s no need. I was wet and ready for him before we stepped off the elevator. I mewl into the couch cushions, sounds of pleasure pulled from my throat as he works me quickly, dragging the pleasure from my body so easily.
My legs are trembling, ankles shaking in my heels and it takes effort to keep them from slipping on the wood floor, but I stay still for him.
I feel the weight of his chest as he bends over and then his mouth is at my ear, hand brushing hair out of my way.
“You like this?”
I arch into him, grind my backside against his hard dick. “Yesss.”
“More?”
“Always. Always more.”
“Good. Come for me and then you’ll get it.”
I feel it barrel down, spikes of pleasure starting at my thighs and spreading outward, down my legs, up my spine and I clamp around his fingers, screaming his name and slamming my eyes shut. I buck against the armrest, find him behind me and he’s there, where I’ve never had a man go. As I hit the tip of them there, animalistic sounds tear from my throat. He’s not even trying, but he’s just found a way to make my orgasm stronger. Louder. And I come on his fingers while pressing against him, my body quaking from the force of it until it starts to leave me, and he lifts off my back.
The vague sound of foil tearing filters into my mind but I’m still lost… falling… needing him to put me back together to barely registers before his hands are at my hips, pulling back.
“Brace yourself, skat.” My eyes flicker open at the word. One I don’t know, but it’s said with such emotion I feel it. And then he’s there, the thick head of his cock pushing into me, slowly but in one long thrust and I crush the cushions beneath me in my fist. “Damn. Du er s? smuk.”
I listen to the parts of his guttural language I understand and obey, bracing myself while he seats himself so deep inside of me it borders on painful.
And then he lets go, and I hold on for every glorious moment.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mikah
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A month ago, I came home from training, exhausted, muscles aching. I planned on another workout, a shower, and then to head to George’s with the guys for a quiet night with a few drinks.
It was only a month ago when Paisley knocked on my door, a baby in her arms, and me… completely clueless as to how to even hold said baby.
The same baby who now rests comfortably in my one arm. I have him facing out, hand