Page 85 of Beautiful Trauma

“But I’m a breast man.” After twisting her nipple between my fingers, Mila shrieked with pleasure. “I could spend all afternoon just feasting on these gorgeous tits.”

“I want your mouth on my pussy!” Mila practically screamed.

As I gaze up at her, I wink. “I think I won.”

“If you go down on me right now, you’ll be losing out on fucking me.”

“That would be a tragedy.”

She giggled. “Yes, it would.”

My hands slid around her waist to unbutton her tiny pencil skirt. After sliding it down her hips, Mila stood before me in only a skimpy black thong.

Dipping my head, I took the fabric against her hip into my mouth. Jerking it with my teeth, it gave way. When I glanced up at her heated gaze, I said, “Add that to my tab.”

Her breath hitched as I kissed a fiery trail across her abdomen to her other hip. I then repeated the process. As the thong fluttered to the ground, I grabbed her by the hips.

I then hoisted her up and placed her ass on the edge of the desk. After pushing her legs wide apart, I licked my lips at the sight of her glistening pussy. Then I dipped my head to lick up her soaked seam.

Mila sucked in a breath and arched her hips against my face. After a few teasing licks, I placed my mouth fully on her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh God! Yes!” Mila cried.

While one of her hands clutched the edge of the desk, the other came to my head. With each pull of my mouth against her hot, soaked center, she yanked the strands of my hair.

With my eyes locked on hers, I slid one hand up her abdomen to cup her breast. After palming and squeezing it in my hand, my fingers sought her nipple. I pinched the hardened bud in the same rhythm I was sucking her clit. The double stimulation caused Mila to groan with pleasure.

While my mouth worked on her clit, I slid two fingers inside her wet walls. Mila whimpered as she began to move her hipsfuriously against me. As I curled my fingers against her G-spot, her arousal shot down my knuckles.

“Kellan, Kellan, Kellan,” she chanted as her head lolled back.

God, I loved hearing my name coming off her lips. It caused my cock to pulse in my briefs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmured against her pussy.

“Only for you.”

Her words echoed through me. As I stared up at her from between her legs, I pronounced, “You’re mine, Mila.”

As her eyes rolled back in pleasure, she moaned, “I’m yours.”

When her walls started clenching around my fingers, I glanced up to watch as she came completely apart. Her eyes pinched shut as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

Fuck me.It was so sexy.

Shewas so sexy.

Once she finished convulsing, I took my fingers out of her, and she glanced at me with glazed eyes while her face relaxed into a post-orgasm haze. “God, I’ve missed your mouth.”

With a laugh, I countered, “Just my mouth?”

Slowly, she shook her head back and forth. “I’ve missed every single inch of your body.”

Her feral expression turned serious. “The last few days have been hell. And in the lonely minutes and hours…” Placing her hand over my heart, she whispered, “I’ve missed this most of all.”

I clasped my hand over hers. “It belongs to you.”

Her fingers curved into my skin. “It does?”