Page 122 of Lavish
One hand cupped my balls, working them with slow, gentle rolls that had my spine tightening. My chest rose and plummeted, breath shallow, heart thudding.
By now, her nose was smashed into my pubic hair, taking every inch like she was starving for it. My dick was drenched in her mouth, slick and noisy with every wet plunge into her throat. The sounds—thosefuckingsounds—were sinful, like she didn’t care how messy or deep it got, only that I felteverything.
My hands fisted the couch cushions as a warning crept up my spine—tight, hot, impossible to ignore. Her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper and sucked hard just like I loved. Focusing mostly on the tip because she knew what that would do to me.
“Ma… baby, I’m—” My words dissolved into a groan, deep and broken, as my hips bucked and my release hit fast and hard.
I spilled down her throat, my whole body bowing, locked in the heat of it. My muscles jerked, trembling from the pressure, and she didn’t flinch—not once. She took it, all of it, swallowing like shewantedit, her hands still firm on me, like she was anchoring me in the storm she’d created.
And fuck, if that didn’t undo me all over again.
I blinked hard, breath jagged, vision blurry with the aftermath—but even through the haze, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her lips were swollen, glistening, eyes flicking up to meet mine with a quiet defiance, likeYeah, I still got it.
I reached for her without thinking.
Got her off the floor, hands firm beneath her arms as I pulled her up into a kiss—deep and messy, tasting myself on her tongue, not caring. I turned her, pressing her into the couch face-first, her knees hitting the cushions, her spine arching just the way I liked it.
“You know what you do to me, Serena?” I rasped, voice low, rough as gravel against her skin. “Youfucking know?”
My hands gripped her hips, dragging her ass back against me. She gasped—half challenge, half surrender. I was still hard, still pulsing, already aching to be inside her again.
“You take me apart,” I muttered, guiding my length between her thighs, pulling down her panties and sliding against that slick heat. “And Iloveit.”
I didn’t wait. I pushed into her slow but deep, watching her crumble as I filled her. Her fingers clawed at the cushions, her breath hitched.
I braced my weight in my palms, pinning her hips where I needed them, grinding into her with a roll so deep it dragged a sob from her throat. I moved like I owned her—but fuck, she owned me just as much. My hips clapped against her ass, each stroke deliberate, dragging out her moans, feeding mine.
“Fuck, Serena,” I gritted through clenched teeth, sweat dripping down my back. “You feel so good… Always—always so fuckin’ good to me.”
I bent lower, my chest over her back, lips against her spine.
“I don’t want this to be a deal anymore,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “Not just a fuckin’ arrangement. Not when I feel like this. Not when it’syou.”
Her body trembled, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
“I want you to want me back, Serena,” I murmured, dragging my hand up her belly to palm her breast, holding her to me while I drove into her slow and deep. “Not because you have to. Because youwant to.Because we could make this real.”
My rhythm stuttered, hips faltering as the weight of it hit me full force.I love her.Not just the way her body felt—her. All her sharp edges, her fire, her silence, her ambition. The way she’s still here, letting me in.
And for the first time in a long fucking time, I didn’t feel alone.
“Fuck! Fuck, fu—Miles!” Serena gripped one of the pillows close as she gasped and I saw her eyes flicker white like the damn exorcist. Her body quaked beneath me, skin flushed and slick, and that sweet little pussy kept sucking me in, like it never wanted to let go.
But I wasn’t done.
Not when this meant something. Not when she meant something.
Her arms went limp, but I wasn’t letting her go. I folded her wrists behind her back, locking her in, my fingers wrapped tight so she had no choice but to take every pounding inch of me.
“You said you could handle me,” I growled against her shoulder. “So take it, baby. Take all of me.”
I gripped her hair and yanked her head up, turning her face toward mine.
And fuck, she was wrecked.
Eyes half-lidded, mouth swollen and open, breath stuttering like she didn’t even know where she was anymore. But her body? Her body knew exactly where it wanted to be—with me.
I kissed her hard, no finesse left. Just need. Just truth.
