Page 34 of Deception & Daylight (Oak Ridge #3)

“Not teasing, baby girl. Worshipping. But if you want it fast and hard, all you have to do is ask.”

“Please,” she begs. “I need you to fuck me.”

I trail my fingers towards her pussy, stroking her inner thigh, getting close to where she wants me but not quite there. “Such a needy little thing. Beg for my fingers and maybe I’ll let you have them.”

She lets out an impatient growl that’s more adorable than intimidating, and the glare she pins me with is equally amusing. “My little Wildcat’s got claws, but that’s not gonna get you what you want.”

“Please touch me,” she pleads, eyes closed as she fists the quilt beneath her.

“That’s better.” Leaning forward, I suck her clit into my mouth while simultaneously pushing two fingers into her soaked pussy.

As soon as I taste her, I lose every bit of restraint I had and finger fuck her hard and fast, sucking and nipping and bringing her to the brink of orgasm in record time.

She clenches around me and just as she’s about to come undone, I stop.

She groans in frustration, but I don’t give her time to protest before I flip her onto her stomach.

“Hands and knees. I have a promise to keep.”

She immediately obeys my command, and the view is one I won’t soon forget: ass in the air, knees spread wide so I can see everything from her clit to her asshole.

She glances at me over her shoulder, cheeks flushed as she worries her bottom lip with her teeth.

She’s a beautiful mess. My beautiful mess. “Remember your safe word?”

“Daylight.”

“Good girl.”

I palm her ass, spreading her wide before spitting between her cheeks, watching the saliva drip down her seam. “Who does this ass belong to?”

“Me,” she responds defiantly.

My palm connects with her right cheek with a loud crack and she whimpers.

“Try again. Who does this ass belong to, Mags?” She groans in frustration and I repeat the motion, turning her ass a lovely shade of pink.

“That’s two. Are you gonna get it right this time or do I need to make the other side match? ”

“Fuck you,” she spits, but the words hold little conviction.

Judging by the sounds she’s making, she wants this as much as I do.

With another loud crack, followed closely by another in quick succession, my hand connects with her left cheek.

I lean down and bite over my handprint before trailing my tongue from her clit to her asshole.

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To.” I ask, punctuating each word with a slap, alternating sides.

“You! Fuck. I’m yours!”

I spank her one last time between her legs, palm connecting with her glistening pussy.

She cries out on contact, and my self control goes out the window.

I’m rock hard and ready when I plunge balls deep into her, my hips flush with hers when I bottom out.

She collapses onto her elbows, clutching a pillow as I thrust forward over and over, deep and hard.

Each gasp and moan only drives me higher as her pussy clenches around me.

I know she’s close and I need her to fall with me, so I reach around her body and strum her clit until she’s screaming my name.

At the last possible second, I pull out and coat her ass in my cum, replacing my cock with my fingers as I stroke her through her orgasm.

“Fuck. Fuck. It’s too much,” she cries, her knees giving out under her. I collapse beside her, spent and sated, pulling her into my arms, her back to my chest.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stroking her hair.

“Perfect,” she responds a little breathlessly.

Mags

After Miles helps me get cleaned up, he drives us back to the inn, turning on the heated seats in his truck to soothe the ache he left on my ass. It would be sweet if I didn’t have the sound of his palm connecting with my raw flesh, replaying on a loop in my mind.

When we reach my room, he cages me against the door, kissing me thoroughly. “I’d very much like to continue this, but if you need to get some rest I’ll understand.”

I shake my head, pushing open the door before tugging him inside with me. He watches me with a predatory gleam in his eyes as I strip out of my clothes and head for the shower. “I believe you have a few other promises to make good on, Barlow.”

He reaches over my shoulder, turning on the water.

Steam billows around us as he pulls me into the shower, kissing along my shoulders and neck.

Sweet, tantalizing kisses that leave goosebumps along my flesh despite the heat that surrounds us.

I meet his gaze and, mustering every ounce of confidence I have, I sink to my knees and wrap my fist around his thick length.

He lets out a strangled “fuuuuuck” when I lick him from root to tip, tasting his pre-cum.

He gently pulls my hair away from my face, grasping it in his fist. The tug is just the encouragement I need to take him into my mouth.

I trail my tongue down the vein along the underside of his shaft as I take him in, then swirl around the tip when I pull back.

Looking up at him through my lashes, his mouth is open, head tilted to the ceiling, and the way he’s coming undone makes me feel more powerful than ever.

I take him further this time, gagging a little when he hits the back of my throat.

He groans when I swallow around him. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer, baby. Where do you want me to come?”

In answer, I suck harder, moaning around his length, speeding up until his thigh muscles clench under my palms and I know he’s about to explode.

Suddenly, he grips my hair tighter and pulls out of my mouth, his fist frantically working over his shaft.

“Mouth open, eye s on me. I want to watch you take every fucking drop like a good little cum slut.”

I do as I’m told, keeping my eyes locked on his as ropes of cum hit my tongue and lips. When he’s done squeezing every last drop into my mouth, he looks down at me with something like pride in his eyes, leans forward, and spits in my mouth. “Swallow.”

His thumb trails along my bottom lip as I comply with his command.

My knees are sore, body aching as he helps me to stand.

“Fucking hell, Mags. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

” He kisses me then, tasting himself on my lips, and I never knew I could find that sexy.

But dammit, I do. “Let’s get you cleaned up. ”

Miles lathers my body with soap, using his hands to coat every inch of skin, his fingers trailing gently between my legs and over my ass in the most achingly sweet way that has my heart beating out of my chest. Then he has me lean back into the spray and wet my hair before trailing his shampoo covered fingers through the strands, massaging my scalp.

He repeats the process and does the same with the conditioner.

By the time he’s done with me, I’m utterly and completely boneless.

He quickly washes his body, then helps me out of the shower, wrapping me in a fluffy towel before pulling on one of the robes provided by the inn.

Before I can protest, he’s scooping me into his arms bridal style.

For some reason, this man loves to carry me, and I’m certainly not complaining.

I don’t think I could walk even if I wanted to.

He deposits me at the end of the bed, commanding me to stay put, and I instantly obey, in spite of myself.

When he comes back carrying a duffel bag, he tugs on a pair of grey sweats, then pulls one of his Barlow Construction shirts over my head.

It smells like him, and I want to fucking drown in it.

“Come here,” he says, holding out his hand. I take it, following him to the side of the bed furthest away from the door. He pulls back the covers, settling m e underneath before tucking them around me, then he gently kisses my forehead. “Goodnight,” he whispers.

When he turns to leave, I snag him by the wrist. I know this is a terrible idea. I know it’s against the rules. But as I look up into his hopeful blue eyes, there’s only one word that comes to mind: “Stay.”