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

nub, which is visibly swollen and throbbing, slick with her juices.

Her low grunt, barely audible, lights my insides on fire, and my heart rate goes up a notch.

I begin to nibble at her thighs, licking long strokes that end so close to her sex—but not quite there.

I dip my fingers into the chocolate, coating them before transferring the sweetness to her core. I alternate sucking, licking, biting, and kissing her nipples before I finally reach her center and lick up the chocolate with more long strokes, careful to avoid her hard nub of nerves.

She begins to grind herself into my face, her hips rocking back and forth. I still take my time, but I move closer to her center, and one of my long, slow licks suddenly goes right up her slit, following the streak of wetness. I eat away all the sweetness, leaving her hot button waiting.

“You taste amazing.”

My tongue probes her pussy, and her breathy sighs become audible moans as she says my name over and over.

Her hips are rotating now, and we settle into a rhythm. My hands are on her hips, gripping tightly. She’ll definitely have bruises tomorrow, but she doesn’t seem to care. I replace my tongue with one, then two fingers, twisting as I do. Then my tongue lands on her nub of nerves. I move quickly, lightly across it, slowly pushing harder but never slowing down. Her breathing becomes labored, and I know she’s getting close.

“I’m…going…to come… You need…to…stop.”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry, I think we can pull a few more out of you tonight.”

I renew my focus on her clit, increasing pressure as I go.

She finally lets go, and her body writhes and jerks beneath me, but I pin her to the bed, continuing my movement. I lap up every drop of her and keep licking and kissing afterward.

I stand up. “Get on all fours.”

I move behind her and use my knee to spread her legs. In one motion, I enter her, and we groan together. There’s a mirror I’ve just noticed, and I pull her hair back so she can see everything.

I start slowly, but before long this becomes a frenzied fuck, hard and fast—an inconsiderate hammering, but she seems to love each and every slam that comes her way.

My speed moves up a notch as I feel my balls ready to explode. I grip Mia’s hip with my left hand and her hair with my right until, with a final “fuck!” I erupt deep inside her. Only then do I release my grip on her hips and hair. I roll to her side, breathing heavy, and I stare at the ceiling. I’ve never felt like this before.

Mia moves to get up, but I grab her arm and pull her on top of me so we’re facing each other. My hands go to her cheeks, and I kiss her long and hard. I’ve never been so satisfied and happy.

Chapter 32

Mia

The flight home from the East Coast always seems so short. Despite the challenge with my parents, Axel and I had a nice weekend of baseball and time just hanging out together. We did lots of walking all over New York, and probably as a result, I slept most of the way back. We’re expecting to be picked up at the curb by someone from Clear Security since Peter didn’t park at the airport when we arrived.

A Cadillac Escalade pulls up as we step out, and I’m a bit surprised to see Jim in the vehicle. Axel reaches for my hand—a sign that he, too, has noticed the change in protocol.

“How was your trip?” Jim asks as we settle in the car.

Axel gives my hand a squeeze. “It was a lot of fun. The Braves beat the Yankees, and it always makes for a good game when the Yankees struggle at home.”

“You manage one of the Braves, right?” Jim asks.

“I do. Trent Nicols.”

Jim looks at him in the rearview mirror. “What position does he play?”

“He’s the shortstop.”

“He should be on a different team,” I murmur, realizing too late that I’ve said this out loud. “His talent would be better for the White Sox. The Braves aren’t using him to his full potential. Plus, his personality would work well with the seasoned players and coaching staff of the White Sox.” I look over to see if Axel is listening.

His eyes are wide. “You think so?”

I nod and walk him through the stats, as well as the culture and current lineups of both the Braves and the White Sox.

As I talk, Axel begins to smile. “If you don’t mind, when we get home, I want to talk this through. I may be able to get him out of his contract with the Braves, and I’ve never considered Trent for the White Sox, but I can see the advantage.”

“I’m happy to help. I enjoyed meeting Trent. He might also want to consider losing the girlfriend, as she was watching the good-looking man with the three-thousand-dollar Rolex and Gucci loafers, which just screams that he lives beyond his means.”

Jim laughs. “Man, does anything get by you?”

I snort. “Yeah, Viviana did.”

The jovial atmosphere takes a nosedive.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so—”

Axel caresses my arm. “You’re fine. Viviana hurt you. But remember, she was trained to hide those tells. Normal people aren’t taught to be that way.”

I lean my head on Axel’s shoulder. He’s one-hundred-percent right, and I’ve never thought about that before. I could see Viviana’s tells when it came to playing poker. And I knew how she lit up about men. But she had an invisible wall hiding other things that the Russian government had probably been creating since she was a little girl.

“Where do we go first?” Jim asks.

“We need to pick up SoBe,” I