Page 102 of Mile High Daddy

Her moan hits me hard, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist. “Faster,” she pleads.

I smirk, teasing her, keeping the pace just slow enough to drive her insane.

“You want more?” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her throat.

“Yes,” she gasps, her nails biting into my skin.

I shift, gripping her hips and slamming deep, her cry of pleasure the most perfect fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

“Like that?” I growl, my control hanging by a thread.

She whimpers, nodding frantically, her body grinding against mine, begging for more.

I lose it.

I take her hard, deep, relentless.

Her moans turn into gasps, cries, pleas, her body clenching around me, pulling me deeper, tighter, hotter.

I grip her thigh, hiking it higher, angling deeper, and her back bows, her breath shattering as she tumbles over the edge, screaming my name. Her walls pulse around me, her entire body shaking, and it pushes me right to the brink.

But I’m not done yet.

I pull out, gripping Lila’s hips and flipping her onto her hands and knees in one smooth motion. She gasps, her breath shuddering, but I don’t give her time to think.

She gasps, bracing herself against the mattress, but I cup her swollen belly, supporting her, easing any weight from her body as I position myself behind her.

“Comfortable,kiska?” I murmur, dragging my lips along the back of her neck.

She shudders, pressing back against me, needing more. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice wrecked, needy.

I slide a hand between her thighs, spreading her open, groaning at the way she’s still soaking for me.

And then I thrust back inside her, filling her completely, her body clenching around me so tight I nearly lose it right then and there.

Lila whimpers, her hands fisting the sheets as I drive into her, deep and slow at first, letting her feel every inch of me before setting a punishing rhythm. She cries out, her back arching, pressing her hips back against mine, her body so greedy, so desperate for more.

I slide my hand lower, circling her clit with my fingers, and she screams, her walls tightening, her entire body shaking beneath me. I groan, gripping her hips as I slam into her from behind, deeper, harder, hitting a spot that makes her cry out. Her body trembles, her hands gripping the sheets as I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust claiming her all over again.

“You feel this?” I growl, cupping her belly again, feeling the heat of her skin, the way her body reacts to me. “This is what you did to me,kiska.”

She moans, shattering beneath me, her body completely at my mercy. “Mikhail,” she pleads, rocking her hips back.

“Come for me,zolotse,” I growl, thrusting deep, pushing her right over the edge.

I pound into her, chasing my own release, her tight, wet heat dragging me deeper until I can’t hold back anymore.

With a final thrust, I groan, my grip tightening on her hips as I spill inside her, my body locking up as the pleasure crashes through me, violent and consuming.

Lila collapses onto the bed, completely spent, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks.

I follow, caging her beneath me, my lips pressing against the damp skin of her shoulder, my breath ragged.

For a long moment, we don’t move, both of us panting, trembling, completely spent.

I press a kiss to the curve of her spine, my hand still resting on her belly, feeling the life growing inside her.

Lila breathes heavily, her fingers still curled into the sheets.

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