Page 149 of Sweet Caroline
“Please,” I beg as he pulls his underwear down, freeing his thick cock.
There’s a gentle warning in his gaze as he tips up my chin. “Please what?” He waits until I lift my eyes. “Come on. Say it.”
My core pulses at his commanding tone. “Please, sir.”
“Better.” Miles grazes his open palm over my curls, his brow pinching as if he’s holding himself back. “God, I just wanna sink my fingers into your hair, but…” Instead, he holds my face in both hands, pressing the crown of his dick between my lips, his voice wavering with restraint as he says, “But it’s so pretty. Wouldn’t wanna mess it up—” He shudders out a moan as his thick warmth slowly fills my mouth. “Jesus, Caroline.”
I whimper as he withdraws before sliding in again, once, twice, until he’s slick and speeding up.
His grip tightens on my cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
A heavy heat gathers in my core as I lick and suck—welcoming him, opening for him, letting him use my mouth like this. I tilt mychin slightly, experimenting with the angle. When he pushes deeper, it’s more than I can bear and I jerk my knees together in a vain attempt at relief.
“You okay?” He pulls out to let me speak.
I nod, willing him closer. “More. Don’t stop.”
“Fucking hell.” Slowly, he runs the tip of his cock around the outer edge of my lips.
I try to move to take him but he grabs my jaw, holding me still. “Greedy girl,” he almost growls as he finishes the slow, teasing circle. “Gimme that tongue.”
I stick it out and jolt with need when he slaps his hard shaft against it a few times, each strike sending a pulse of hot mayhem through my body. When he drives into my mouth once more, I arch and strain to get closer, taking each thrust deeper with a shaky moan that’s only silenced by him filling my throat. I can’t breathe, I can’t speak, I can’t make a sound—and the pleasure is exquisite.
He tenses, hips bucking faster. “Fuck, baby, I’m already close.”
I tighten my lips around him, fighting uselessly to get my hands free, to touch him, to press my thighs together—anythingto ease this ache.
“Don’t swallow,” he bites out between thrusts. “When I come, don’t you fucking swallow.”
My eyes fly up to his, but I manage a small nod, tilting my hips against the nothingness between my legs.
Faster, harder, he fucks my mouth until I hear that familiar catch in his throat, that stutter and gasp, then the silence before he breaks.
“Fffuuuuck!” he groans as he spills onto my tongue and I almost come with him—without even being touched.
I suck up every drop, struggling to hold it without swallowing; I want him inside me any way I can get him.
“Show me,” he grits out as he withdraws. With one hand, he grasps my chin, tilting my head up. “Open up and show me.”
I obey, entranced by his request and the way my core pulses from the act of compliance alone.
“Look at that,” he drawls as he tugs my jaw down and pushes me back slightly. “Now let it out for me. Let it fall, honey.”
His cum spills from my lips, its warmth dripping down my belly and over my pussy. I moan in some kind of sex-induced stupor, lost in this profoundly filthy act. I’ve never done anything like this before. Never wanted this kind of thing before. But, with Miles, I want to push against the edges—brush up against too much and flirt with too far, safe in the knowledge that he’s got me.
“God, just look at this pretty little mess we made,” Miles says, slipping his fingers through his release, painting my pussy with it as he lowers to his knees between my legs.
“Miles…” My voice falters when he cups his free hand behind my neck and leans in close.
“Caroline,” he teases as he thumbs the wetness from my lower lip. Then, in the same moment, he crushes me in a kiss and drives his slick fingers deep inside my core.
The relief is intense and I cry out into his mouth, trembling as pleasure rocks through my entire body. When he pumps his fingers, I buck against my restraints, desperate to chase the sensation.
He breaks the kiss and tilts his head, a slow grin spreading over his features. “God, you’re fucking feral for more, huh?”
“Please,” I beg. Fighting at the restraints once again, I try to move toward him. “Please.”
He pulls his fingers out and glides them softly over my slick pussy. Too softly. “Please what, pretty girl?”
