Contents ( 30)
- Connect with Meghan
- Contents
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Epilogue
- Excerpt - A Long Time Coming
- More Books by Meghan
“Yeah, hopeful that I could stare at your picture on Instagram. But to my dismay, you only posted pictures of drinks.”
She chuckles and presses her palm to my dick before dragging it down to my balls, where she cups them.
“Fuck,” I let out in a desperate tone. That’s it. I can’t avoid what’s happening anymore. “Baby, please don’t tease me.”
“Who’s saying I’m going to tease you?” she asks as she sits up on her knees and faces me. She pushes the blankets, exposing me, and then with her hand that isn’t playing with my balls, she drags it up my torso to my pec, where she starts playing with my nipple.
“Myla,” I groan while I press my hand against her ass.
“I’ve always loved playing around with you, seeing what gets you the hardest. Teasing has been one of them. You love the little touches. You love when I play with the seam of your balls like this.” I groan even louder as I feel my cock stretch again. “And you love when I pinch your nipple. Not many men love that, but you do.” She takes my nipple between her fingers and does exactly what I like.
“Fuck . . . me,” I say as I drape my arm over my eyes, my pelvis lifting to the sky, searching out relief.
“Mmm, I love it when you surrender to me like this. When you hand me the reins for a moment. I know how much you like control in the bedroom, how much you feel the need to control me. When you give in to my touch, it gets me so horny, so wet.”
“You wet right now?”
“You tell me.” She spreads her legs, and I slip my hand under her and feel how soaking she is.
“Myla, fuck, that’s hot.”
“Do you know what’s even hotter?” she asks and then hops off the bed.
“Where . . . where are you going?” I ask her as she fishes through her suitcase and then holds up a bottle of lube. My eyes zero in on it. “Baby . . .” I say softly as she comes closer and removes her shirt, leaving her naked. “Why do you have that?”
“Found it in my suitcase from our last vacation.” She returns to the position she was just in and says, “Spread your legs.”
I know exactly what she wants to do, and I don’t even put up a goddamn fight. I spread my legs and then place my hands behind my head. Smiling, she lubes up her finger and then lifts my cock with her non-lubed hand. She sucks me in past her delicious lips, slips her finger past my balls to my ass, and inserts it slowly.
I moan so loudly that I swear everyone in the hotel can hear me. Her other hand goes back to my nipple, and I’m completely at her mercy. Like a well-oiled machine, she presses up into me while sucking me hard at the same time and twisting my nipple.