Page 77 of Milo

His fingers rake through my hair as I drag my tongue across his silky throbbing cock, coating his length with my saliva. I surge forward, taking him in my mouth. His tip slams into the back of my throat, hitting my tonsils. My cheeks concave as I suck the fucking life out of him.

There's something exhilarating about having control over a man's most vulnerable body part. It's like I have all the power. I can make him jump, stop, rollover.

Twisting my hair around his wrist, Milo lets out a deep guttural groan, cursing under his breath, his dick tensing in my mouth.

"You like that?" I tilt my head to meet his hardened gaze. My hand slides up and down his shaft, my palm wet, sticky, my grip tight. "You like it when I suck your cock?"

"Fucking hell," he growls as he lifts me to my feet, his savage lips slamming against mine. My teddy is ripped from my body, his jeans and shirt stripped off in seconds.

Milo grabs me, his fingers digging into the swells of my ass as he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carries me to the steel table, the cold metal sizzling my scolding hot skin as he settles between my legs.

I moan, sliding my hands over his shoulders as he plants open mouth kisses on the slope of my neck, my chin, my jaw.

I glide my fingers over his bandaged shoulder as his teeth graze my neck. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes," he groans, fondling my breasts, pinching my taut nipples. The pressure builds between my legs.

I press my thumb into the center of the wound, wanting him to feel some of the pain I've felt this week. "Good."

"You will pay for that, tesoro," Milo winces, the volatile gleam in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine as he pushes me back on the table and spreads my knees. His hands coil around the apex of my thighs as he sucks in a deep intoxicating breath.

A primal hunger dilates his pupils as he shreds my panties down the middle like a fucking caveman. He surges forward, his mouth latching onto my swollen clit. His fingers dip into my slickness and my back arches, my toes curling as his serpentine tongue devours me, claims me, makes me fucking scream.

And just as I'm close to exploding, he stops, smirking as he pulls away. I can almost see horns sprouting from his head.

"No," I whimper, resting on my forearms, my face flush, frustrated. "Why'd you stop?"

"Because this time, Kiara—" Milo licks his lips, soaking in every last naked, sweaty, tormented inch of my body. My ass squeaks against the metal as he yanks me off the table. I wrap my legs around his torso. "You are going to come on my cock."

We're surrounded by cement, guns, bullets, casings; everything filthy, dirty, deranged. Like us.

He presses me up against the wall, the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit as he palms my breasts. Desperation courses through my veins as his lips brush against mine.

“Fuck me.” I claw his back with my nails, rolling my hips against his dick. The slab of textured concrete scratches my back. The earthy scent of debauchery fills my lungs.

Milo expels a low chuckle, nipping at the soft shell of my ear. “What was that?”

I lick the slope of his neck. “I said fuck me.”

His hand wraps around the base of my throat, the back of my head hitting the wall as my breath hitches. The brutality of his touch sets my skin on fucking fire.

“Again,” he coaxes, his deep sinful voice making me drip down my thighs. "Tell me what you want."

I squirm, biting my lip as I cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers. "I want you to fuck me."

“One more time, tesoro,” he rasps, his nostrils flaring as his grip tightens around my throat. “Say it.”

"Fuck me," I beg, my voice breathy, hoarse, my clit pulsing, needing attention. Needing him. "Please."

"Good girl," he smirks, taking his hard dick into his hand. He brushes the tip against my soaking folds, teasing me like a fucking criminal. "Is this want you want, tesoro?"

"Please…” I scratch his shoulders, his back, my body on the verge of imploding from discomfort.

Arching down to capture my mouth, he lines up and slowly rocks into me. My walls stretch around him as he fills me with every single inch of his throbbing cock.

"Fuck, Kiara.” He slams his hips forward, my pussy clamping around his thickness as he thrusts deeper, harder.

Our tortured, trembling, titillating groans bounce off the goddamn walls as I cry out in relief, in pleasure, in agony, in motherfucking ecstasy.

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