Episode 34: Juicy Details
Miles knew exactly what he was doing, his confidence showing with every skilled roll of his hips as he plunged deeper into her. His hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, spreading them wide and pressing them against her belly, forcing her to take every inch of him. Sugar kept her eyes closed, too lost in pleasure to open them. She gasped sharply as he pulled back to his tip, only to thrust in again with rough, deep strokes before he shifted to his slow, deliberate pace again.
She felt every ridge and vein of his cock with each thrust. Her mouth hung open, slack with ecstasy, as he bent down and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue slipped inside, tangling with hers.
She tasted herself on his lips, a reminder of how a simple morning kiss ended with him burying his bearded face between her legs and feasting on her pussy like he was a starving man at a breakfast spread.
This man knew exactly how to drive her wild and make her crave him.
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Sugar broke the kiss, her head jerking back as loud moans escaped her. Her ecstasy kept building, higher and higher. She was sopping wet, her slickness dripping down her thighs, making a mess on the sheets beneath them.
She knew he was proud of himself for this—for making her body this way. He enjoyed the filthy, wet sounds with each thrust as he changed pace to orchestrate different rhythms.
Miles let out a dark chuckle. “You enjoyin’ yourself, darlin’? You love what I’m givin’ you?”
Unable to speak coherently, Sugar nodded frantically. Her brain had gone into an overload and her mouth was too busy crying out.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered while teasingly swiveling his hips inside of her: “Open your eyes. I want you to watch us.”
Sugar forced her eyes open just as he pulled back, giving her a perfect view of his dick disappearing inside her drenched folds.
He released one thigh and used his thumb to rub her throbbing clit in time with his steady thrusts. Her pussy tightened around him, hips rising off the bed as his thumb strummed the achy nub, playing her body like a seasoned musician.
“Mmm,” he moaned appreciatively. “You feel like heaven, Sugar.”
“And... oh, God... you’re giving me hell,” she breathed out, utterly captivated by him.
Miles chuckled again, a low, husky sound that washed over her and made her wetter for him.
She couldn't take it any longer.
This was too much.
He was too much.
“I don’t know how much more I can take,” she admitted in a whimper, teetering on the edge of climax but unable to fall over.
She gazed up at him. His smirk revealed to her he was holding her orgasm hostage. But then he changed tempo, thrusting harder and faster while working rough circles on her clit.
“You’re so close, honey? I can feel it.”
Sugar’s response was a needy, desperate whine before he suddenly hooked her legs into the crooks of his arms and pounded into her with abandon. She cried out, arching her back as his cock hit every perfect spot. Her mouth gaped open as she came hard.
Miles groaned loudly as he pulled out of her and painted her belly with his cum.
She trembled, draping her arm over her forehead.
He settled beside her as their chests heaved, lungs fighting for breath. Sugar stared at the ceiling, still seeing flashes of color from her orgasm.
She felt spent, her body slick with sweat.
Miles sat up, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair before climbing out of bed. He wet another washcloth with warm water in the bathroom and brought it back to her. She sighed as he cleaned her up with gentle strokes. Then he leaned over and grabbed a soft, lingering kiss from her before making his way out toward the bedroom door.
“Where are you going?” Sugar asked, breathless. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Honey, what we just did is my preferred way to start the day,” Miles said with a sexy grin.
She stared at him in disbelief.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Not even five o’clock yet. You’ve got plenty of time,” he replied.
“Plenty of time for what? I can’t handle another round of that, Miles. I need to be able to walk at work today.”
“You ain’t gotta worry, darlin’. I know when my work’s done,” he said, winking as he walked out of the room, naked as the day he was born. “You’ve got plenty of time to rest.”
Left alone, Sugar needed little convincing to drift off to sleep.
About an hour and a half later, she woke slowly, holding the navy-hued bedsheet against her bare chest. She ran her fingers through her messy hair, smiling like a dicked-down idiot as she replayed the last few hours like a pornographic Instagram reel in her head.
Her sisters had bullied her into getting a fuck buddy.
But Miles Thibodeau wasn’t a fuck buddy. After what he’d put her through, it was quite clear to her that he was a greedy fucking fiend.
As her eyes opened, she noticed something.
A trail of candyfloss pink rose petals led from the bed to the bathroom door.
Blinking in surprise, she slipped out of bed, following the petals, her heart racing with anticipation. She twisted the bathroom doorknob and eased it open.
The bathroom glowed with the soft amber light of countless flickering candles. The rose petals guided her to a steaming bathtub where more petals floated on the steamy water.
She stood in the doorway, taking it all in.
Finally, she ventured inside and slipped into the hot bath, sighing in bliss. Her body relaxed as she leaned back, her fingers grazing the soft petals on the surface. A pink loofah and jasmine body wash sat nearby, and she took her time bathing herself.
The soothing heat and steam did wonders for her achy muscles.
The last thing Sugar wanted was to limp around her restaurant today (or the next few days), pretending to have accidentally twisted her ankle or hurt her knee.
“Room service.”
