21. Michael

MICHAEL

T he sounds coming out of Alice go straight to my dick, and I close my teeth on her soft, supple skin.

She’s perfect. Absolutely, undeniably, fucking perfect.

And I need more.

So I tell her.

“I need more, Baby. Let me have more.”

Alice drops her head back against the wall, her hands locked in a death grip on my shoulders, bunching the fabric of my shirt.

“Take more,” she sobs. “Take whatever you want.”

Images of our life together flash through my mind.

Diamond rings. A white dress. Sunny beaches. Tiny babies.

She doesn’t realize what she’s offering. What I’m willing to take.

But that comes later.

That’s what I’ll claim after.

I lower myself to my knees.

Letting go of her glorious tits, I drag my hands down her sides. Down her hips… the length of her legs… until I reach the bottom hem of her skirt.

Alice tips her head forward to look down at me. “What are you doing?”

“I didn’t get enough to eat earlier.” I feel the side of my mouth pull up in a smirk. “Why go hungry when there’s a snack right here?”

“S-snack?”

Her face flames red, and my smirk grows into a grin. “Lift your skirt for me, Sweetness.”

As she stares, I reach down and grab one of her ankles.

“What—”

Before she can ask again, I lift her foot off the ground and slide my grip up her leg, still lifting. I don’t stop until I’ve put her knee over my shoulder.

Her skirt drapes over her thigh, and I turn my head so I can give her a gentle nip on the inside of her knee. “Skirt.”

At my reminder, Alice reaches down and—with shaking fingers—she bunches the material, higher and higher, until I can see the holly-berry-red panties she’s been hiding underneath.

Mother of Christmas, this is a sight worth remembering.

I lean in, touching the tip of my nose to the soft red fabric, and press a chaste kiss against her panties.

She sways.

I pull back just enough to look up at her.

“Lean back against the wall.”

She just blinks at me, so I say it again.

“Lean against the wall, Alice.”

She does as she’s told.

“Arms out.”

“Arms?” she repeats.

I nod. “Spread your arms against the wall, Baby. For balance.”

Her eyes are slightly glazed over, but she takes a second to tuck her skirt up into her waistband before she spreads her arms out, her hands pressing into the wall.

“Good girl,” I growl.

Then, making sure to keep us both steady, I hoist her other leg up and over my shoulder until she’s suspended in the air, straddling my face.

Alice lets out a small shriek, and I hear something small drop to the carpet next to me, but I can’t focus on anything beyond the sight in front of me. Specifically, the dark, damp spot on her pretty little panties.

“Are you wet for me, Sweetness?”

She shifts and moans, lowering her hands from the wall to clutch my hair.

I should go slow. I should lay her on the bed, not pin her to the wall. But I can’t hold back. Not for a single second longer.

I hook my arms up around her legs, securing her in place, with my hands gripping the inside of her thighs. Inches away from her pussy.

Shifting closer, I hook one finger around the edge of her panties and pull them to the side. Revealing her glistening pink slit.

Her legs tense, trying to close.

But they can’t. Because I’m here. And I’m not leaving until she comes.

“Delicious,” I groan, leaning in.