Page 101 of Mile High Daddy

“That was just the beginning,” I murmur, lowering my head between her legs.

Lila whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Now,” I say, my lips hovering just above her slick, swollen core, my breath making her shiver, “let’s see if you can handle the rest.”

Lila gasps, her entire body tensing as my tongue slides through her folds, slow and deliberate. I groan against her, savoring thetaste, the way she shudders beneath me, already so sensitive from her first release.

Her fingers dig into my scalp, tugging at my hair, but I don’t let up. I lap at her, flicking her clit with my tongue before dragging it back down, teasing, torturing, owning her pleasure.

“Mikhail,” she breathes, her hips jerking against my mouth.

I smirk, my hands locking around her thighs, pinning her in place as I feast on her.

She’s so responsive, her body reacting to every flick of my tongue, every gentle scrape of my teeth. I slide a finger back inside her, then another, thrusting slow and deep, curling them just right to make her writhe. Her moans get higher, needier, her body arching, desperate for more.

I suck her clit into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, and she cries out, her grip tightening in my hair as she comes apart for me again. Her thighs shake, her stomach quivering, and I don’t stop—not until she’s completely undone, breathless, wrecked beneath me.

I press one last kiss against her overly sensitive core before pulling back, wiping my mouth as I climb over her. She’s still panting, still trembling, her skin flushed, her pupils blown wide with pleasure.

But I’m not done.

Not even close.

I reach down, unbuckling my belt, dragging down my zipper.

Her eyes flicker down and she sucks in a sharp breath, her lips parting as I pull my aching cock free.

I watch her reaction, enjoying the way her breath catches, the way she licks her lips, as if already imagining how I’ll feel stretching her open.

I stroke myself once, twice, the need for her unbearable. Then I grip her thighs, spreading her wide, positioning myself at her entrance.

Her breath hitches.

I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear.

“Ready to take me,kiska?”

Her hands slide up my arms, her nails dragging over my skin as she looks up at me, so vulnerable, so fucking perfect.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I thrust inside her.

Lila gasps, her body arching as I slide deep inside her, stretching her inch by inch. She’s so tight, so wet, her walls gripping me like she was made for this. For me.

A guttural groan rumbles in my chest as I bury myself to the hilt, my grip tightening on her thighs. Fuck. It’s been too long, and the feel of her—hot, slick, perfect—is damn near enough to break me.

Her fingers dig into my arms, her breath shuddering against my neck.

“Mikhail,” she breathes, her voice wrecked, needy.

I pull back slightly before thrusting deep again, watching as her lips part, her eyes fluttering closed, her body adjusting to me.

“Look at me,kiska,” I demand, my hand gripping her chin. “I want to see you when I take you.”

Her eyes flicker open, dark and full of heat, and fuck, she’s beautiful like this. Flushed, vulnerable, completely mine.

I roll my hips, setting a slow, deliberate pace, dragging every inch of me against her, making her feel everything.

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