Page 84 of Beautiful Trauma
“You don’t have an eye for art.”
“I’d love for your body to be my canvas, and I could paint you with my cum.”
She shot me a look. “Drawings made from cum are not art.”
“I’ve always heard art was in the eye of the beholder.”
Mila’s hand slid between us to squeeze my cock. “If that’s the case, this is a work of art.”
My hips thrust forward. “It is?” I croaked.
“It has both aesthetic appeal as well as real-world usage.”
“I see.”
We burst into her office then. After I slid Mila onto her feet, I brought my hand between her legs. At the feel of her warm, wet pussy, we both groaned. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Please, Kellan!””
“Mm, I love to hear you beg.” Cocking my head at her, I asked, “Where do you want me to put my mouth first?”
“You know where I want it,” she whined.
“But I want to hear you say it.”
At the challenge that flashed in her eyes, I knew she didn’t want to give in to me. She was that stubborn.
So, I was going to make her work for it. Dipping my head, I grazed my teeth along her jugular. “Here?”
“Lower,” she panted.
I smiled against her skin. Easing down, I nipped and sucked at her collarbone. “Here?”
“Lower.”
Tilting my head back, I eyed her with an amused look. “You could just cut to the chase and tell me.”
She flashed me a sexy smirk. “Then you would win.”
Chuckling, I replied, “I think we both win in this scenario.”
“While that’s true, I can’t let you off that easily.”
With a grunt, my hands came to the buttons on her blouse. Of course, they would’ve been silk and hard as fuck to unbutton. Halfway down, I gave up and just ripped the shirt apart.
As buttons rained down on the floor, Mila scowled at me. Before she could open her mouth and berate me, I said, “I’ll buy you another one.”
She laughed. “Is that your answer to all the messes you make? Just throw some money at it?”
“It’s worked so far.”
My hands went around her back to undo the clasp of her bra. After freeing her breasts, I palmed one while bringing my mouth to the other. When I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, Mila’s hands jerked through the stands of my hair.
As my teeth grazed the hardened peak, I pinched the other nipple. “Please, Kellan.”
“This isn’t where you wanted my mouth?”
“Lower,” she repeated like before.
