Page 77 of Show Me How
Fire flares in her eyes as they crawl up my body and burn into mine. Her single-word reply is sassy, almost annoyed. “Yes.”
It turns me on more than it pisses me off.
“Good. And this?”
I glide my finger back through her pussy. The perfectly smooth feeling of her drives me so far out of my mind I could blow right here. Her entrance is tight but so damn wet that it’s easy to make sure I’m lubed enough for the first push inside. She sucks in a sharp breath as I sink my finger in slowly, moving past the initial restriction.
“Ahh,” she whines, falling forward against my chest. “It’s—good.Good.”
I push my tongue to the top of my mouth to keep silent. The feel of her like this is going to my head just as badly as it’s going to my cock, and I’m too fucking old to be so weak-willed. I’m throbbing beneath her, leaving a pool of precum in my underwear.
The second she clenches around my finger, I speak regardless of all that, letting my mouth run wild. The need to learn every sexual thing this woman likes is a drug, and I’ve unknowingly already taken a hit.
“That’s it, princess. You’re so tight . . . it feels good, doesn’t it? Do you feel full?”
Her eyes close, lashes fluttering. “So full.”
“You can take more, though, right? For me? You’ll let me stretch you and feel the way you grip my fingers like you’re scared to let them back out?”
“Yes,” she moans, pussy dripping down to my knuckle.
I give it to her, working another inside. She spreads around them, tightening painfully. I could add another . . . she’d take it. But this is good for now. For today.
“Such a good girl, Millie,” I praise, nudging her head to the side so I can kiss her neck.
She tastes nearly as sweet as she looks. I run my tongue down the column of her throat before nipping at it, curious how she feels about marks.
My words strike exactly where I knew they would. Hearing my praise affects her so deeply, having damn near the same effect on her as a roll of her clit does. I’ve called that from our first night together. Knew she’d get off on hearing how much she pleases me. It’s the good girl inside of her, branded so deep she’ll never be able to shake it.
It’s part of what makes her so damn intoxicating.
“You gonna come for me soon? Gonna let me feel you gush all over my hand?” I ask, sucking at the underside of her jaw. “Make a mess of me, princess.”
“Shade . . .”
“Millie,” I rasp, moving faster.
Curling my fingers, I search for the part of her that will push her over the edge. I remember the way she put her focus on her clit, avoiding slipping her fingers inside the first time I felt her here. Things are different tonight. She’s going to come just like this, and she’ll go home knowing that it’s possible so she can do it all over again when she’s alone and feels the desire to let go.
Eyes flying open, she shoves a fist against my shoulder, lifting off my lap. I move my hand, following her movements and pressing harder inside of her. She cries out, the length of her body trembling as I fuck her deeper, my knuckles dragging over hot skin.
“Give it up for me,” I push out, blood thumping in my ears. “Let go like a good girl, Millie. Let me have it.”
She does. Like a switch has been flipped, she loses that bright glow and glimmers in darkness. I watch in awe as she transforms in front of me, a feral noise escaping her that may as well be a hot mouth around my cock. Her lips hit mine abruptly, roughly, her tongue working into my mouth to dance with mine. I groan, sucking it hard in an attempt to gain some power here.
There’s no use. There’s no chance of me finding any once she releases me and slips down from my lap. My fingers are wet, leftlying over my crotch. Eyes blinking lazily, she moves to the floor in front of me, kneeling between my legs. Her hands palm my knees, her touch hot and claiming.
“What are you doing?” I murmur, giving my head a single shake.
“Teach me, Shade. I’m ready.”
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MILLIE
I feellike I could throw up.
Sweat drips down my back as I hold Shade’s knees like they’re a lifeline. If I let go of them, I might fall backward.
