Page 100 of Mile High Daddy

The bedroom door slams behind us as I press her back against it, my hands shoving her nightdress up her thighs. I grip the lace, ripping it clean down the middle, exposing her bare body beneath.

She gasps, but her pupils blow wide with lust, her chest rising and falling fast.

“I liked that dress,” she says, breathless.

“I didn’t,” I mutter, dragging my teeth along the curve of her neck. “It was in my way.”

She whimpers, and the sound makes my cock throb against my zipper.

I carry her to the bed, laying her down as I hover over her. My hands roam, gripping, kneading, owning every inch of her body. I lean down, dragging my tongue over the tight peak of her nipple, flicking it slowly, deliberately, before sucking it deep into my mouth.

Lila’s back arches, her fingers tangling in my hair as she moans.

“You wanted this,” I murmur against her skin, my hand trailing lower, spreading her thighs wide for me.

Her breath hitches.

“Say it,kiska,” I demand.

Her body trembles, her hips shifting under my touch.

“I want it,” she whispers. “I want you.”

And that’s all it takes.

I slide my fingers through her wet folds, groaning at how ready she is for me.

“Then I hope you’re ready to beg,” I growl, pushing a finger deep inside her, making her cry out.

Lila gasps, her hips jerking as my finger slides deep inside her. She’s soaked, her walls tightening around me as I start to move, slow at first, teasing her, pushing her right to the edge but never giving her enough.

Her nails dig into my back, her breath ragged. “Mikhail…”

I add another finger, curling them just right, and her whole body shudders beneath me.

“You wanted this,” I remind her, my lips brushing against her ear as I stroke deeper. “You came to me in that little lace dress, thinking you could play me. Thinking you could get something out of me.”

She whimpers, her head pressing back against the pillows, her lips parting as her body reacts to every movement of my fingers.

“You wanted me to touch you like this,” I murmur, my free hand cupping her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she cries out. “You wanted to see if you could still make me weak for you.”

Her breath hitches. “Did it work?”

I smirk, dragging my mouth over the column of her throat before biting down, hard enough to make her gasp.

“You tell me,kiska,” I growl, thrusting my fingers deeper, finding the spot that makes her shatter.

Her thighs clamp around my wrist, her whole body arching as her climax slams into her. She cries out, her walls pulsing around my fingers, soaking my hand as I keep stroking her through it, refusing to let her come down too quickly.

She’s panting, wrecked, her chest rising and falling as she blinks up at me, dazed.

But I’m not done.

Not even close.

I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, licking them clean, my eyes locked on hers. She watches me, her pupils blown wide, her breath catching in her throat.

Then I grab her thighs and spread her open again.

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