LOGINMy hips moved faster, grinding down hard on every thrust, chasing that perfect friction where his cock dragged against that sensitive spot inside me over and over again. Paul’s mouth never left my breast, sucking harder now, teeth grazing my nipple as his fingers dug into my ass, guiding me, helping me ride him even deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with our ragged breaths and broken moans.I could feel it building, coiling low in my belly like a spring wound too far. “Paul… I’m—fuck, I’m so close—”He pulled off my breast with a wet pop, eyes wild as they locked on mine. “Me too, Love.”I slammed down one last time, taking him to the hilt as my orgasm crashed over me in blinding waves. My walls clenched hard around him, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through every inch of me. At the exact same moment, Paul groaned my name like a prayer and thrust up into me, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock throbbed violently inside me, spilling
I 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
She turned back to the coffee she’d been finishing, pouring the last of it into both mugs with that same careful precision she applied to everything, but her movements were slower now. “He was about your age when things went wrong between us,” she continued. “I thought I was doing what was best, w
I shifted my weight, suddenly very interested in the zipper on my bag. This was ridiculous. He was my therapist. Forty-five. Divorced. Handsome, yes, but still the person I paid to help me untangle my mess. Not someone I was supposed to notice in that way. Sarah finished whatever she was saying
He noticed the change in me instantly and his arms loosened just enough for him to pull back and look down at my face. “Thea?” he called, voice softer now, laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer right away. My mind was racing, tripping over itself trying to find an explanation that
Mrs. Harlan paused.The room seemed to hold its breath with her.“Maybe,” she said finally after a while. “But it’s still only a maybe.”She let the word settle between us, simple and unadorned. No attempt to reassure or defend or explain him away.Just… acknowledgment. That doubt was allowed. T







