“Fuck little bunny. It’s so good. So perfect. Keep cumming for Daddy.”
Leaning down, I grab her wrists and break her free from the curtain ties that hold her arms above her head. Immediately her hands fly at me blindly, grabbing on to me, touching me like she’s starved for the feel of my body.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Her fingers trace across my collarbones, then move downward pressing against my pecks. When she grabs ahold of both of my nipples and gives them each a little pinch, it shoots electricity straight to my dick and I jerk forward, feeling the orgasm building fast.
“Again baby.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Another tweak from her little fingers has me bucking crazily, feeling the ball of pleasure working through me, coming up my cock, and when her mouth falls open and her fingers still on me, I lose control and cum so hard that I can feel it splash out of her and all over me.
I collapse down on top of her, sweating like a pig, panting, and still twitching from the hardest orgasm I’ve had in forever. She goes to take off her makeshift blindfold, but I stop her with a gentle touch to her cheek.
“Let me bunny.”
Her pretty emerald eyes blink rapidly when the room light hits them, and she squints them closed, trying to get used to the brightness. Its adorable, watching her, and as I lay against her, watching her get settled down, something in my chest hurts. Not a bad hurt, but something I’ve never felt before, and I like it.
“You’re perfect you know that?” I say to her, leaning my head on my hand staring at her flushed and sweaty perfection.
“Stop. No I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Shower?”
“Not yet. I just wanna lay here and look at you.” I say to her, tracing my fingertip down her cheek, wiping away remnants of her drool.
You’re whipped dude.
“I know.” I whisper to myself.
“What?” Millie asks, looking at me in concern.
“Nothing baby.”
Chapter Eighteen
When I planned the trip to Miami, it was just supposed to be a few days of racing on the track with Daniel, getting in my fill of the bike to hold me over for the warmer months up north. Never did I expect to find a woman to spend the time with, or that I would be doing less track riding and more sightseeing from the bike with said woman attached to my back.
The mornings are spent doing laps with my buddy before the heat of the day sets in, then in the afternoons, Millie and I cruise through the streets and neighborhoods like a newly wed couple sightseeing on their honeymoon. That’s how it feels too, at least for me.
We talk about everything. I tell her about my mother, and growing up poor, and how I made myself. She tells me about her parents and her younger sister, and how she ended up in Kelly’s and in the clutches of Tyler the dick. It really isn’t that crazy of a story but it’s sad that a young woman like her just wanted someone to see her for who she truly is, and he came along. I feel sorry for her.
A few times in the past few days, I’ve seen her checked out, her gaze lost in nowhere, with her eyes blank and void. She’s thinking about something, something that’s on her mind that she won’t tell me. I’ve shrugged it off a few times now, and as we sit across from each other at a small café having cappuccinos and biscotti, it’s bothering me, maybe more than it should.
“Is everything okay?” I ask her, leaning my elbows on the table, looking in her green eyes that have lost focus again.
“Hmmm?” She says quietly with a shake of her head like I roused her from whatever is taking her over. “Yeah. All good.” She sighs, and I can tell it’s anything but.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. No biggie.”
“You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?”
“Adrian, we’ve just met.” She sighs, taking a sip of her coffee, her lips barely touching the rim of the warm cup.
