Page 67 of Beautiful Secrets

She shivers violently, her eyes already streaming, and puts her hands on my hips, trying to push me back.

I pull out of her, and she takes a huge, blustery breath.

“So fucking melodramatic,” I murmur. “I don’t believe for a second you can’t take my dick.”

She glares at me, so I slap her. Not hard, but her indignant gasp rushes through me like fucking MDMA. I thumb down her bottom lip and shove my cock back in her mouth. This time it goes a bit deeper before she starts gagging around it.

But when I grab her hair and tug her head back, her throat opens for me.

I slide in deeper—still not all the way—as tears stream down her face.

So fucking gorgeous, those eyes. How she tries, but fails, to take everything I have to offer her sweet mouth.

And then she wraps her hands around my shaft and starts pumping me.

I let out a deep moan and push deeper into her.

She gags, chokes, strokes my shaft. A new set of tears streak down her face.

When she caresses my balls with one hand, the other still stroking me, I can’t hold back anymore.

With a muted growl that makes her eyes widen in shock, I come down the back of her throat.

She tries to pull back, but instead I grab her throat and her hair and ease another inch inside her mouth before pulling out.

Mika chokes up my cum until it drips from her chin, and I spurt more over her lips and cheeks before I’m spent. She wipes her face, her mouth quivering as her cheeks go red.

“If you have any fucking idea how beautiful you look with my cum all over your face, you wouldn’t wipe it off.”

Her eyes go big, her lips parting as she heaves for breath.

I grab a linen serviette from the coffee table behind her and dab her face clean while she stares up at me like I’ve stolen her voice.

But I guess I didn’t take everything, because when I move to shove my dick back in my pants, she blurts out, “No.”

I grin at her. “Little late for that.”

She licks her lips, looks at my flaccid dick. “I want more.”

As if my cock has ears, blood pumps through it.

How the fuck am I supposed to say no to a face like that? Mascara smudged, lipstick smeared, intoxicatingly innocent Mika.

No isn’t in my fucking vocabulary right now.

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Mika

Icannot believe I just told him I want more. Why the hell would I do that? I hate the taste of him even more than I hate how I can’t breathe when he’s in my mouth. So fucking big, my mouth is still tingling how he stretched out my lips.

But it is the honest-to-God truth—I wantmore.

I have never done drugs, but this must be how it feels. That rush, that exhilaration, that…ecstasy. Once you experience it—you crave it. Perhaps forever.

Because it is not the taste or the sensation I want more of. I want more ofhim.

How he stares at me with open adoration on his face, like I am his sun and his moon and every single fucking star in the midnight sky.