Page 37 of Miki

Miki thrust again, grunting loudly as he buried himself deeper this time. The sensation of fullness was exquisite and made me moan and whimper as he continued to move in and out, over and over, twisting his hips slightly whenever he was buried up to the hilt, hitting me in just the right spot.

I badly wanted to kiss him. Leaning towards him, he took the hint and brushed his lips against mine. The minute he had, it was as if he could no longer hold back. He pushed me back against the bed and proceeded to ravish me as he’d threatened to do earlier. There was no other word for it. He pounded into me like a wild thing and kissed me as if he had been lost in the desert for days and my mouth was the only source of moisture to keep him from dying.

Our chests rubbed together as he pounded into me. The friction sending electric jolts from my hardened nipples straight to my pussy.

“I’m going to come!” I screamed out as I felt myself balancing on the precipice, ready to fall into what I knew would be the best orgasm of my life. Even better than the one I’d just had.

Oh, my goodness, the guy was a sex god. He had to be. No real man could feel this good. Or certainly no man I’d ever met before had ever made me feel like this. Not that I’d had sex with that many, but I’d had a few relationships and compared to those guys, Miki was definitely in a class of his own.

My hips rose to meet his thrusts, matching his rhythm as we created our own minor symphony of pleasurable sounds.

Miki’s groans and pants and my cries and whimpers were music to my ears. He was the conductor of my desire, and he certainly knew how to play the best tunes.

My body shook as another orgasm burst from me, pulling his own with it.

“Fuck!” he grunted as he ground his hips one last time, his hot cum shooting inside me.

He held still, his face buried in my neck as the last drops of his seed filled me.

After a few minutes, he gently pulled out and moved to lie beside me, cuddling close to my body. We lay there panting hard in the aftermath of our incredible orgasms.

“Wow!” he said with a chuckle as our breathing finally returned to normal.

“That was amazing,” I agreed.

“Shit! We didn’t use a condom!” I cried when I felt his sticky cum dripping down my thigh.

He shot to his elbows and looked at me as if the reality of the situation had just dawned on him, too.

“I’m clean,” he told me in a rush.

“Me too, and I’m on the pill, so we should be fine,” I confirmed and breathed a sigh of relief; thank fuck. What the hell had I been thinking?

Mr Sexy Lips nodded, but for a second I thought I caught a brief flash of disappointment in his eyes. Nah, don’t be dumb, I told myself as I dismissed the idea as nonsense.

“Want to untie me now?” I wriggled, pulling at my hands.

“But I like you all tied up and at my mercy,” he teased, running his hands down my body.

The look in his eyes told me he was up for round two and while I would love to indulge in another tussle with him, it was dangerous. The man was getting under my skin, and I had enough problems to deal with, without adding man trouble to the mix. I was reluctant to end this, but we had to, before things went too far.

If they hadn’t already!

“Uh, huh! Untie me!” I said, my lips twitching in amusement.

Miki did what I asked. Then I watched him as he turned to pick up his trousers and I got a glimpse of his muscular back and tight ass.

God, he was so sexy! It was like a reverse strip tease. I’d thoroughly enjoyed watching him remove his closed earlier, but I was having just as much fun as I watched him put them back on. More so even because now he was taking his time, and I could get to really look at his hot body.

My Mr Sexy Lips was tall, broad shouldered and muscular. Big everywhere, in fact, and yes, that included down there. Wow, no wonder I was stretched so full!

He must work out a lot to keep that physique, I thought as I admired him from head to toe. Oh my, he really was a feast for the eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was reading too much into his actions, but he seemed as reluctant to end things as I felt.

Sadness filled me as I resigned myself to the fact that our time together was over.

Why did he have to be a criminal? Why couldn’t he be someone I could be with?

Does he really have to go? Maybe we could fit in another round, or two, after all? Let’s pull him back to bed, the naughty little voice in my head said.

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