Page 44 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
I shouldn’t have let myself do this. I knew that, knew it in mybones.
But I didn’t stop.
Her free hand sank into my hair, fingers twisting in the waxed strands, tugging hard enough to border on pain. I groaned quietly against her, pressing my mouth firmer,hungrier, licking into her like it could be my goddamn salvation.
She pulled tighter. “Matt—” It was half a sob, half a whisper, her bite marks visible on the back of her hand.
I gripped her hips hard in answer, pinning her in place when she tried to wriggle away from the intensity.No escape.Not when those soft, pretty noises were morphing into ragged gasps and making my cock throb where it was pinned between me, my slacks, and the sheets.
Her body arched off the bed the moment I sucked her clit between my teeth, my tongue ravaging, one hand sliding around her thigh and through the outpouring of her dampness to press two fingers inside of her, curling them as the sunk to the hilt.
She tightened around them.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the singular word muffled.
My tongue circled her mercilessly, her heels digging into my shoulder blades, my own head spinning. I didn’t want to stop. God, she sounded so good, tasted like sin, and knowing it washer—Sienna— the woman who had driven me mad with a fucking yellow sundress and bare feet in first class, who had tested my patience, who had played with my son like it was the most natural thing in the world, who had told me countless times up until now that shewasn’t going to sleep with me again— it was too much. It was hell and it was heaven.
And I wanted to break her as many times as I physically could.
“Matt,please?—”
Her broken whisper undid me more than any scream could have. Her voice was shattered as my tongue dragged over her clit with relentless precision, my fingers curling inside of her with every thrust, her muscles locking around me and her back arching like she was mid-exorcism.
God.
Her thighs trembled, not gently but violently, her fingers tightening so hard I was positive she was pulling strands out of my fucking head.
And then shebroke.
I watched—fuck, Iwatched—as her muffled groan turned into a muffled shriek and then muffled sobs, as her back slammed down into the mattress, as her hips lifted helplessly against my tongue as wave after wave tore through her.
The taste of her flooded my mouth, sweet and acidic andher, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I was ruined. More than I’d been when she’d lost it so beautifully on the flight when she’d just been a stranger.
Because now I knew.
Now I knew the stubborn set of her chin when she was irritated, knew the way she grinned at my son like he was the brightest star in the sky, knew the way she held her ground even when it cost her, knew the way she looked at me when she was desperate but too scared to admit it.
Worst of all, though, I knew those fingers digging into my scalp belonged to a woman who could absolutely be the death of me.
But all I wanted was to watch her break again and again and again, until her brain was nothing but TV static and her bodywas wrung out, until I was out of stamina and then some, until I’d lost my mind in her.
Her eyes were glassy and unfocused as they lowered to me, half-lidded and wrecked, makeup smeared and teeth marks in her hand. Beautiful. Wrecked.Mine.
“Look at you,” I rasped, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, letting my stubble rake over the sensitive skin. “One fucking orgasm and you’re already useless.”
She blinked dazedly at me, the words clearly taking a moment to process, before shelaughed. Clear and bright as day, her lips pulling up in a genuine smile, not a smirk or a taunt, but a goddamnsunburst, cheeks swollen and pink and her hair half undone. “I hate you.”
The way she said it, the way she looked at me — it did things to me that I didn’t dare admit to myself, made my chest feel tight in a way I actively fought. “No,” I chuckled, nipping at her flesh before pushing myself up onto all fours, “you don’t.”
The slacks around my thighs suddenly felt like a prison as I worked my way back up her body. I made quick work of them with absolutely no help from her clumsy fingers, despite her trying to get the fly down, and sighed in relief the moment my cock was free and pressing against her thigh before I was on her again. I kissed her deep enough to let her taste herself on my tongue, swallowing down the needy sound she made as I angled myself to drag my length through the mess I’d made of her.
“Do you have any idea,” I growled against her mouth, digging my fingers into her thigh to hitch it higher on my hip, “what you do to me?”
Her hands cupped my cheeks, her nails raking against the sides of my neck, and I almost,almost, couldn’t bite back the strangled noise desperate to spill from my throat. “I?—”
“You don’t,” I interrupted. “Youdon’t.”
I lined myself up, the tip of my cock catching on her opening, both of us shaking — her from the aftershocks, me from desperation. She was so goddamn wet, sowarm, and I could feel her clamping down around nothing as I settled at the entrance.
