Page 19 of Mile High Daddy

My cheeks flush, and I can barely think, let alone respond.

He moves lower, his lips brushing over my stomach, but then he’s back, his body pressing against mine as his hand slides down to part my thighs. I feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me, and my breath catches.

“Lila,” he says softly, his lips hovering just above mine. “I’ll go slow. If you want me to stop?—”

“I don’t,” I whisper, cutting him off. “I want this. I want you.”

His eyes darken, and he leans down to kiss me again.

His hand moves to guide himself, and I feel the first press of him, warm and firm, as he begins to enter me.

I tense instinctively, the sensation unfamiliar and overwhelming, but his other hand slides up to cup my cheek, grounding me.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. “I’ve got you,kiska.”

I take a shaky breath, my hands clutching his shoulders as he slowly pushes forward, inch by inch.

“You’re doing so well,” he says, his voice tight, like he’s holding himself back. “So perfect.”

The words make me melt, and I force myself to relax, to focus on the way he feels, the way his hands hold me like I’m something precious.

He moves deeper, his pace unhurried, giving me time to adjust.

“Mikhail,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

“I’m here,” he replies, his lips brushing mine. “I’m right here.”

When he’s fully seated inside me, he stills, giving me a moment to breathe, to take it all in.

Then he kisses me deeply, his mouth stealing my breath as he starts to move. Slowly, deliberately, he pulls back, his cock sliding almost all the way out before he pushes back in, filling me completely.

“You feel incredible,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

My fingers dig into his back as he continues, each stroke deliberate and measured, as if he’s savoring every second. His cock fills me perfectly, stretching me in ways that make heat pool low in my belly, building with every thrust.

He pulls back slightly, his hands sliding up to cradle my face, his gray eyes locking onto mine. “I’ve got you,kiska,” he says, his voice steady but thick with restraint. “You’re mine.”

The words send a shock wave through me, my body responding to him instinctively.

A soft moan escapes my lips, and he leans down, his mouth finding my neck, kissing and sucking as his pace picks up. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the room.

“God, Mikhail,” I whisper, the words slipping out as the sensations take over.

He growls softly, his hips driving into me a little harder, and I gasp, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to pull himcloser. The friction, the fullness, the way his cock strokes that perfect spot inside me—it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine as his thrusts grow deeper, more purposeful.

My head tips back, my body completely surrendering to him as waves of pleasure ripple through me.

“Let go, Lila,” he says, his voice rough.

And I do.

With a cry, I shatter beneath him, my body tightening around his cock as the pleasure washes over me in waves. He thrusts into me a few more times, and then I feel him reach his peak as well, stilling inside me as he gasps through his release.

For a moment, everything is still, the only sound our ragged breathing as we come down from the high together. His forehead presses against mine, his gray eyes soft as he looks at me.

I can’t speak, my body still trembling, my mind struggling to process everything that just happened. But as I lie there, wrapped in his arms, I know one thing for certain—nothing will ever be the same.

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