Breakfast with Mia by Jordan Bell Read Free Book Online Page A

to hold each other like that for a long time. His
words were meant to mollify me, but he wasn’t in much better shape. Finally he
touched his forehead to mine when I’d stopped shaking.
    “Get on your knees, Mia.”
    Oh his commands, his commands made it so much better! I
climbed out of his arms, gooseflesh working their way across my arms when his
warmth was denied me, but it was an absolute pleasure crawling to my knees
before him. His breathing was hard, labored, watching me as he had watched me
in Todd’s lap. Desperate , I understood now. Desperate with a lust he
couldn’t sate while another man fondled me, forced to wait his turn. His offer
to Todd compelled me. It would not have been the first time I’d been shared,
but to have it pass between two powerful men made me feel like a Goddess.
    “Gorgeous.” He stood, unzipped his pants and let them fall
to the floor. I gasped when he dropped his boxers because Damian Vaughn was
enormous. Not long, but thick like a fist, and a dark, throbbing plum color
glistening from trapped pre-cum.
    “Damian.” My belly felt a twinge of worry because there was
no way that thing was going to fit inside of me. “I can’t…it won’t fit…I won’t
be able to take that!”
    He smirked, proudly, and held it out in front of him like a
fucking sword, stroked it several times spreading the pre-cum and making his
thick, throbbing cock twitch and jerk between his fingers.
    “Trust me, Mia. One way or another, it’s going inside of
you. I swear to that. You’re not leaving here tonight until I’ve filled you.
Now on your hands, Mia. Get your ass in the air.”
    Now I was shaking as I walked forward on my palms because I
believed deep in my gut that he was going to split me open with that thing. I’d
had men, plenty of men, but nothing like that. He moved behind me on his knees,
touched the wet space between my legs and scooped up some of my juices. I could
hear him rubbing it on himself, getting himself nice and wet.
    “Stay still Mia, but you can make all the noise you want. I’ll
make you come harder than you ever have in your life. Are you ready?”
    I squeezed my eyes shut and made a quiet, gasping yes .
    He wrapped his arm under me, across my belly, and bent over
my back so his chest hair tickled my spine. With his other hand he rubbed the
head of his cock along my slit and found my cunt after a little gentle probing.
    “Scream for me, Mia,” he whispered against my back and in
one hard, mind shattering thrust he split me open and buried his cock balls
deep and I screamed. God I screamed. My thighs seized and my pussy squeezed,
and he cried out my name like a curse and a prayer and a spiritual mantra that
dug right down into his soul. I wanted to sob because it hurt so much, but at
the same time I’d never felt as full, so completely taken and possessed as I
did with Damian Vaughn’s cock enshrined inside me.
    He didn’t let me get used to it before pulling back, but he
didn’t shove all the way in again, not right away. He worked only the head back
and forth in little, short bursts, each one making me cry out his name. I
begged him to stop, to keep going, to do it again, and my indecision only made
him work me over harder.
    The second hard thrust didn’t cause the same explosion of
pain as the first, and the third came easier still, and each time I was overwhelmed
with the feeling of him inside of me, of being part of my soul. Once I was
loosened up enough to take him, he straightened and started assaulting me with
his cock, humping like an animal, groaning and grunting and assailing me with
dirty words that only made me beg harder for more. He loved hearing me moan and
I rewarded him by pushing back into his thrusts.
    “Salacious slut. Did he touch you when I left the table?
Tell me!”
    I groaned and hung my head between my elbows, my arms
shaking with the effort of holding me up. “He slid his hand up my thigh. He
liked my stockings as much as you