MasukI kept the rhythm steady and tight, pressing my breasts together around his cock, sliding them up and down in smooth, slick strokes while i licked every drop of precum that leaked from the flushed tip. My tongue chased the taste of himself as I worked him faster, squeezing just a little harder on every upstroke.Paul’s groans grew louder, his thighs trembling on either side of me, abs flexing hard under my gaze. “Mia—I’m gonna—”He didn’t finish the warning. His cock pulsed between my tits, and the first thick rope of cum shot across my tongue as I opened my mouth at the perfect moment. I kept moving, milking him with my breasts while I caught every hot, salty pulse, letting it fill my mouth without swallowing. Wave after wave of him spilled over my lips until I was full, the taste of him heavy on my tongue.Only when the last tremor ran through him did I pull back, lips shiny and closed around his release. I climbed back into his lap, straddling his thighs, my knees sinking into t
I didn’t pull off. Instead, I swirled my tongue around the sensitive head, gentle but insistent, coaxing him back to life while my free hand slid up his chest. My fingers found one of his nipples, circling it lightly before pinching just hard enough to make his hips jerk forward into my mouth. He was still half-hard between my lips, but I could feel him twitching, thickening again with every slow suck and every teasing flick of my thumb over the other nipple.“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, voice wrecked and hoarse. His hand tightened back in my hair, not guiding, just holding on like he needed something to ground him. “Fuck—I’m getting hard again.”I hummed in response, the vibration traveling straight down his length, and kept going. My mouth was warm and wet around him, taking him deeper each time until I felt him swell fully against my tongue, and ready all over again. His nipples had pebbled under my fingers, and every time I pinched or rolled one, his cock throbbed harder in my
“Still want me to stay?” he murmured against my lips, voice wrecked.I could barely form words, but I nodded, pulling him down until his weight settled over me again. “Don’t you dare leave now.”My hands slide down the front of his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. I popped them open one by one, desperate to feel skin against skin, while my mouth found his again, tasting the faint salt of my own release on his tongue. Paul groaned into the kiss, hips rocking against me once, twice, like he was barely holding on.I broke away just enough to whisper against his mouth, voice shaky and shameless. “Now… put it inside me.”His eyes flashed dark, pupils blown wide. For half a second he froze, breathing hard, like the words had short-circuited him. Then he cursed under his breath again and reached down between us. I heard the rasp of his zipper, felt the shift of fabric as he shoved his pants and boxers low enough to free himself. The hot, heavy length of him pressed against my thi
“Jesus, Mia,” he breathed, the words rough against my skin, each syllable vibrating through me like a spark against dry tinder. “You have no idea what you do to me.”I smiled, shaky and breathless, my hands still fisted in his shirt like it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth. “Then stay,” I whispered. “Please.”The word had barely left my lips when he groaned deeply, frustrated, like I’d just yanked the last thread of his control. For a second, his body went rigid against mine, and I felt the shift in him, that sudden flare of annoyance warring with everything else.“I’m the adult,” he said, voice low and gravelly, but even as the words came out, his hand tightened around my waist, fingers digging in like he couldn’t decide whether to push me away or pull me closer. His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel the way his chest rose and fell, faster now, like he was fighting a battle he was already losing.He repeated it, almost to himself, leaning in so his forehea
God! Why did you say that, Mia! I mentally scolded myself, the words screaming in my head like a siren. Why the fuck did I have to blurt it out like that? Like I was trying to remind him of every reason he’d listed in the café about why we could never work—age, baggage, complications, the whole “signing your soul away” speech that still echoed in my nightmares. I could feel my cheeks burning, the heat crawling up my neck, and I wanted to sink into the couch cushions and disappear. Two months of careful friendship, of learning how to sit across from each other without the hotel room hanging over every silence, and here I was, dropping the age-gap bomb right in the middle of my own birthday like a goddamn grenade.But then, thank God, Thea was above the moon and didn’t notice the awkward silence at all. She kept talking, her voice bright and excited, words tumbling out like she couldn’t hold them in any longer. “Gage wanted to come too, but I told him this was a best-friend moment
It was late, the building was quiet, and no one ever knocked on my door unless it was the landlord complaining about the broken frame again or my noisy eavesdropping neighbor. Paul’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a silent question in his eyes. “I’ll get it,” I said, standing up and brushing crumbs off my jeans, trying to sound casual even though my voice came out a little too bright, a little too eager to hide the sudden spike of anxiety. I walked to the door, the broken frame rattling as I pulled it open, and there she was. Thea. Standing in the hallway with a big basket overflowing with my favorite stuff—snacks I loved but never bought for myself, a bottle of that cheap wine we used to split on bad nights, a fuzzy blanket that looked soft enough to drown in, and a little card tucked on top with her handwriting scrawled across it. She was grinning, wide and bright and so genuinely happy that it hit me right in the chest like a warm punch. “Happy birthday!” She sang out, thrusti
The Mercedes rolled to a stop in the circular drive, tires crunching over the thin crust of refrozen snow that had fallen while I was gone. He killed the engine without a word. The silence that followed felt heavier than the pain radiating from my ribs with every shallow breath I took. I didn’t wa
I turned pain lancing through my side like a hot wire, and staggered toward the front door. The foyer opened up ahead and when I turned back the housekeeper hadn’t moved from where I’d left her. I could feel her watching me though, that same frozen worry radiating off her like heat from a radiator
NOAH°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・I stumbled out of Mia’s apartment building, the door slamming shut behind me like a final fuck-you from the universe. The cold air hit me like a brick wall, slicing through my coat and straight into my bones, but I barely felt it. Honestly? I don’t feel a fucking thing anymore.The
I didn’t accept his apology. Not because I wanted to punish him, not because I wanted to be dramatic, but because something inside me felt too scraped raw to accept something that disgustingly shallow. Something that light and was spoken only because he’d been caught. Instead, I stepped closer,







