Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series by Ainsley Claire (easy readers .txt) 📗

Before I can catch my breath, she takes me back into her mouth and swirls her tongue around the head—just how I like it, and it makes me squirm with pleasure. But I want more.

“I think we’d better move on to the main event,” I growl. “I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

“How do you want to do it?” she practically purrs.

I twirl my finger to show her I want her on her back. I need to slow down, or I’m going to lose it.

Mia lies on her back with her pelvis raised and her legs spread. Her pussy is dripping wet. She sits up and reaches for one of the condoms. Opening the package with her teeth, she takes it out and rolls it on. Then she lies back again, her legs wide and ready for me to take her.

“You look so good,” I rasp. “I need one last taste.”

I kiss my way up the inside of her creamy thighs. When my mouth reaches its destination, I give her entire pussy a lick with my tongue wide and flat.

She shudders with pleasure.

“Axel, now, please,” she begs.

With my cock in my hand, I rub the head along her wet slit. She squirms with desire.

“That’s it. Oh yeah,” she moans as I press the tip of my cock into her folds.

I can’t believe how hot and wet her pussy is.

When the head pops inside her, she gasps. “I swear you’re bigger tonight.”

Steadily, millimeter by millimeter, I enter her. By the time I’m halfway in, she’s squirming and moaning with pleasure.

“Stop teasing and give it to me.”

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you…” I chortle. Taking an ankle in each hand, I lift them to my shoulders and press my pelvis into her, bottoming out. “Oh damn, you’re so tight.”

I pull out slightly and again thrust all the way in. Her eyes are hooded with desire as I reach down and start rubbing her clit as I pivot in and out, slowly picking up speed.

“Ahhhhh!” she cries. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Mia is writhing now, her approaching orgasm causing her to body quiver. She reaches up and tweaks her nipples.

“I’m gonna come!” I moan. “I’m gonna fill you!”

Mia climaxes, and the muscles in her body hold me so tightly as she shakes and trembles, grunting and groaning.

She’s reaches her pinnacle so sexily, so completely, that it sends me right over the edge as well—the energy of my orgasm building like a freight train. I thrust into her, and then again, embracing her long legs and lifting her lower body off the bed.

Finally, with one last thrust, I explode. Ropes of my seed fill the condom.

My orgasm seems to last forever. I keep coming and coming.

When I finally finish, I’m still hard, but I don’t have any energy to keep going.

Mia reaches for me, and we kiss. “All I can say is wow.” She smiles.

I lie back and stare at the ceiling. I must have a silly grin on my face because Mia’s right—that was wow.

Chapter 11

Mia

A smile creeps across my face—randomly, in my kitchen. Last night was amazing. I made us breakfast this morning, and then Axel had a baseball game to attend. I wouldn’t have minded going myself, but he was going as an agent, so he’ll be working not just enjoying the game.

I considered calling Nate to see if he was going, but I decided I need to concentrate on preparing for my meeting with Marci tomorrow morning. We’re going over my testimony before I meet with the US Attorney.

That’s not particularly fun, though, so my mind keeps wandering—hence the random smiles. I’m trying not to get too excited about Axel. I’m almost positive he hasn’t put together my financial situation. I thought we were going to go there when we talked about me playing poker with Nate while we were in San Diego, but we didn’t. And if Axel has figured it out since then, he hasn’t brought it up.

Maybe he has sorted it all out, and he just doesn’t care. Uggghhh. That doesn’t seem likely. In my experience, financial disclosure takes the relationship from fun and flirty to somewhere else entirely. I hope Axel is different—a guy who appreciates me for me, isn’t intimidated by my earnings, and doesn’t expect that I’ll always pay for everything. I don’t mind paying, of course, but I hate when it’s expected.

Would it be better just to get it out there so I can stop worrying? But what if Axel already knows and then I sound like an idiot because I brought it up?

Needing a change of pace, I pull out my laptop and settle in to go through all my email. I’ve got a full inbox for both Flirt and Diamond Analytics at this point. Several messages in, I can see that I’m not crazy about something Victor is doing at Diamond in my absence. I’m trying to sort my way through it when my cell phone pings, notifying me of a text. I forward the email that concerns me to Mason, and while I’m adding a few comments, my phone begins a series of rapid pings.

Claire: I need my posse. Who has time to meet me at the Tiger Den?

Emerson: So sorry. We’re up in Napa visiting Bellissima. Have a drink for me!

Elena: It’s better than sitting here in my office on a Sunday afternoon. Count me in.

Ryder: Sure. Why not?

Toni: I’m ready to walk out the door now, if you need me. I could use a tall and stiff one—with my drink, of course.

Claire: You read my mind, Toni.

Caroline: I’m at the baseball game, looking for Mia to find out about her date.