Page 18 of Mile High Daddy

His hands skim upward, cupping my breasts with firm, warm palms. A ragged moan escapes my lips as his thumbs graze over my nipples, the sensation making me arch my back.

His mouth travels higher, teasing kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, until finally he reaches that delicate spot where every nerve is alight with need.

I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, when his lips brush over my clit. The pleasure is immediate, white-hot, and I can’t hold back the soft cry that escapes me. He makes a low, appreciative sound against my skin, his tongue flicking over that sensitive bundle of nerves with a tantalizing slowness that leaves me breathless.

My head tips back, my eyes fluttering shut as I give myself over to the rush of sensation. With each gentle, insistent stroke, his hands kneading my breasts and teasing my nipples, I feel every last bit of control slip through my fingers.

“Lila,” he murmurs, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. In that moment, I see the hunger in him, the need that mirrors my own. There’s something almost reverent in the way he touches me, as if he’s learning every inch of me by heart.

Mikhail’s tongue moves with deliberate precision, sliding over my clit in slow, torturous circles that make my entire body tense with pleasure. He alternates between soft flicks and firm pressure, keeping me on the edge, teasing me with the release I so desperately crave.

My fingers grip his hair, tugging gently, but he doesn’t relent—if anything, it only spurs him on. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider to give him complete access. I can feel the heat of his breath against my core, every sensation magnified as his lips close around that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking lightly before his tongue resumes its maddening dance.

A low moan escapes me, my head falling back as the pleasure builds, wave after relentless wave. His hands slide up, his thumbs brushing the tender skin near my hips while his mouth works its magic.

I’m completely at his mercy, every nerve alight, every inch of my body trembling with need. His tongue swipes over me again and again, each stroke deliberate and perfectly placed. My thighs begin to shake, and I feel my legs instinctively trying to close around him, but his grip tightens, keeping me open to him.

“Mikhail,” I gasp, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.

He growls against me, the vibration sending a fresh surge of heat through my core. His tongue presses harder, swirling over my clit with a rhythm that pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

Abruptly, I’m faced with the absence of his touch as Mikhail rises to his feet, towering over me as he pulls off his shirt in one swift motion. My breath catches, my gaze fixed on him as he reaches for the button of his pants. When he slides them down, along with his briefs, my mouth falls open, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ve never seen a man like this before—never seen a mancompletelylike this before.

My eyes widen as I take him in, the sheer size of his cock making my cheeks flush. He’s hard, thick, and commanding, and the sight sends a rush of heat through me.

Mikhail catches the expression on my face and smirks, that infuriating, cocky curve of his lips returning. “First time seeing one,kiska?”

I manage a nod, my voice completely gone.

His smirk softens into something warmer as he steps closer. “You can touch, Lila,” he says, his voice low and encouraging. “Explore.”

I swallow hard, my hands trembling as I reach out. My fingers graze the warm, smooth skin of him, and I feel the pulse of his arousal beneath my touch. It’s both intimidating and strangely fascinating, and I can’t help the curiosity that drives me to trace the length of him.

He inhales sharply, his hips jerking slightly when my fingers move lower, and a small gasp escapes my lips.

“Easy,” he murmurs, though his voice is tight, his control clearly slipping. “Just like that.”

I glance up at him, his gray eyes blazing as he watches me, and it gives me a strange sense of power. My movements grow bolder, my hand wrapping around his cock, sliding up and down experimentally.

A low, guttural sound rumbles in his chest, and his head tips back for a moment as I continue. But then, just as I’m starting to gain confidence, his hand closes over mine, stopping me.

“That’s enough,” he hisses, his voice strained.

I blink up at him, my lips parting in surprise, but before I can say anything, he’s lifting me effortlessly, laying me back on the bed. His hands are on either side of me as he looms over me.

“You’re going to drive me insane,kiska,” he says, his voice rough and raw.

My heart races as he leans down, his lips capturing mine again, erasing every thought from my mind. Then his lips leave mine, trailing hot kisses down my jaw, my neck, and lower. My skin tingles everywhere he touches, every nerve alive and burning. He takes his time, his hands firm on my waist as he kisses along my collarbone and then lower, until his lips find my breast.

I gasp as his mouth closes around me, his tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking gently. My back arches instinctively, pressing me closer to him as his other hand cups my other breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak.

“Oh,” I breathe, the sound escaping me before I can stop it.

He hums against my skin, the vibration sending another wave of heat coursing through me. His mouth moves back and forthbetween my breasts, licking and sucking in a way that feels both reverent and possessive.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin.

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