Breakfast with Mia by Jordan Bell Read Free Book Online

was about to discard them, but he snapped his fingers and held
his hand out for them.
    “Those belong to me now.”
    I raised an eyebrow and picked them up – they were sopping wet
and when he took them he closed his eyes and made a little noise deep in his
throat. They disappeared into his pocket before he reached for me.
    “Come here, Mia. I want to touch you.” When I was close
enough, he captured me in his arms, pressed his mouth to my belly and kissed
rapidly on any bare skin he could reach. I sighed and wrapped my arms around
his neck and in a moment he turned me into his lap, cradled me between the arms
of the chair so that he could access any part of my body. “You’re so fucking
beautiful, Mia. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this body in my hands.”
    “Really?” This was news to me. I had no idea, until earlier
that week when he’d touched me in his office, he’d never even been particularly
flirtatious. He ran his hands over everything, slow at first then growing
needier and more aggressive. At one point he grabbed my breast, my whole breast,
and descended upon it with his mouth, flicking his tongue across my already
stiff nipple. He tongued and pulled at it, alternating growling and moaning
against it so that the vibrations made me just about lose my mind.
    “Oh yes,” he breathed and finally, finally his hand climbed
between my thighs, pushed his fist between them to make room, then probed the
wet space with two fingers. He captured my clit first, rotated against it
before sliding straight down and in and I was so fucking wet he had no problems
getting inside me at all. He tucked his face against my neck and kissed and
sucked at the soft skin over my collar bone as he worked his fingers up to his
knuckles and beyond, making lewd, wet noises.
    There wasn’t anything romantic about the way he fondled and
pulled at me. There was no rhyme or reason to where his mouth kissed or sucked.
He seemed lost and drugged, wanting every piece of me at the same time. If he
could have swallowed me up I think he might have tried. Instead he worked me
over hard, dragging out any sort of climax for what seemed like a half an hour
at least. I begged, moaned his name, tried to kiss him only to be denied and
thrust into as punishment.
    “My little whore,” he whispered against my ear and I wrapped
my arms around his neck and pulled myself close against his mouth, buried him
against me. He brought his thumb down on my clit and worked it playfully
between his harder, more urgent thrusts. “Everyone wanted you tonight and
watching them want you, touch you, kiss you…I had no idea it would make me want
to ravage you. Todd McKinley was so fucking hot for you, Mia. He asked me if he
could have you. Did you know?”
    I groaned and nipped at his throat and fought back the urge
to fuck his fingers like an animal. I dug my toes into the arm of the chair and
pushed my hips up to meet his fingers and he gave me what my body begged for.
    “Do you know what I told him, Mia? Look at me. Do you know
what I told him?”
    I opened my eyes. God I could barely see straight. His gaze
was so intense, like it wanted to split me open and figure out what made me
this wild thing he wanted so badly. “What did you tell him, Damian?”
    “I told him,” he stopped to lick my throat and my whole body
shook for him. “I told him only if he let me watch.”
    I cried out and clawed into him and fucked his fingers like
the wild thing I was and he tried to hold me down but it is no use. His urgency
got the better of him and he pulled out and grabbed hold of me, buried his face
against me and panted for control. I shook, my whole body quivered and yet my hips
didn’t stop their little pushes.
    “Still, Mia. Still, baby. Not yet. It’s too soon. Much too
soon. We’ve got all night and I don’t want you coming yet. I want you to come
with my cock inside you. Look at me. Listen to me. Settle. That’s a good girl.
Settle down.”
    We had