Page 72 of My Favorite Bad Decision
The bill is paid and then we’re driving as fast as we can in a golf cart, his palm clenched tight around the steering wheel. I reach across the divide between our seats and run my hand over his erection. He huffs out a pained breath the second I make contact.
We stop in front of the house and he pulls my face to his, kissing me hard, biting my lower lip, then reaching into the bodice of my dress to run his rough palm over my nipple.
My breath skitters, and he removes the hand. “Out,” he commands.
I climb out and fake a yawn. “I think I’ll just read for a while then go to bed,” I say, walking toward the door.
His hand wraps around my bicep as he pulls me back to him.
I laugh. “Did I worry you?”
“No, Kitten,” he growls, “because you promised me something back at the restaurant and I’m going to make sure you keep your word.”
“Oh?” I ask, biting down on a smile, feigning innocence. “What was it you wanted again?”
He leans in, pressing his lips close to my ear. “Get on your fucking knees, Kit.”
God. There’s a rush of heat between my legs at those words.
We’re still outside, but it’s isolated enough that no one will see us, and I’m beyond caring if someone does.
I drop, reaching for his belt and then his zipper while he watches me with dark, drugged eyes. I pull his pants down, and then the boxers beneath them, before I bring his cock to my lips, licking the tip.
“That’s right, Kit,” he groans. “Just like those popsicles you love so much.”
I let my tongue run over his length, then circle the head. My hand slides over his base and he grows even harder than he was.
“Take all of it, Kit,” he demands, running a hand through my hair. “Take the whole thing.”
I open wide and take him as far as I can, until I’m gagging, before I pull back.
“Again.” As if he’s no longer the Miller I adore but someone else, some fiercer version, desperate to watch me struggle.
I moan around his cock and press my hand between my legs as if I can dull the ache.
“Fuck,” he says, thrusting into my mouth. “Yes, Kit, make yourself come. You have no idea how good you look right now with my cock sliding between those lips of yours.”
My fingers circle faster and faster. I’m already close, just from his words, just from the desperate way his hips are jerking to get farther inside me.
He tugs at my hair. “Are you going to come for me, Kit?” he growls. “Will you come while I fuck that pretty little mouth?”
I cry out, half-strangled, as his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Swallow,” he gasps. “Fuck.”
He comes so hard I can’t keep up with it, so hard that the overflow spills out of my mouth and down my chest, and he watches from under those heavy-lidded eyes, still moving my head with his hand against my scalp, thrusting in and out, wreaking the last moments of pleasure from his orgasm.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, still breathing fast as he pulls out and helps me to my feet.
I shake my head. “I wouldn’t have come that hard if you had.”
He runs a thumb over my lower lip. “You are so perfect, you know that?”
I smile. “Have you forgotten about my sharp tongue?”
“Oh, right.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head and then lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as we turn toward the house. “But I seem to like that tongue a lot too.”
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