Page 50 of Mile High Baby

His hands gripped my hips, urging me on. “Make me come, Victoria. Fuck... blow my mind.”

I started to ride him. I watched all the nuances of expression on his face—need, torment, anticipation. Soon, my own need took precedence over watching him. I gave in to it, rocking and riding him, reaching for the ultimate pleasure.

“Fuck... I can’t wait.” His hips bucked underneath me, his essence filling me. The idea of him filling me was all it took to push me that last bit, and I cried out as my orgasm flooded through me.

I rode him until my bones were jelly. I collapsed on him. As I caught my breath, I wondered what he was going to do now. I held my breath as I waited to find out if he meant what he said, or would guilt and regret have him fleeing again?

His hand slapped my ass. “Jesus fuck, woman.”

I smiled as that had to be a good sign. “You alright there, Slick?”

“My dick has never had it so good.”

His words might have been dirty, but they filled me with happiness. Maybe he said that to all his women, but I pretended it was true.

“I confess my pussy is feeling pretty lucky.”

He rolled me over, his eyes intense as he looked down on me. “One more rule.”

“Oh?” I held my breath, unsure whether I’d like a new rule.

“My dick is the only one in your pussy while we’re indulging this thing between us.”

“That goes for your dick. No other pussies.”

“You got it.”

I laughed. “Should we shake on it?”

He shook his head. “We should fuck on it.”

17

Alex

It was wrong, but heaven help me, I was going to squeeze every last moment of joy out of my time with Victoria. I rationalized it by telling myself I’d already betrayed Henry. It wasn’t like if I said, “We only fucked once,” he’d be okay. Once or a dozen times, it didn’t matter. The potential damage was done.

Then there was the excuse that it would only be until Henry arrived home. As long as the staff didn’t get a whiff of what we were doing, there wouldn’t be an issue. I knew deep down that I was lying to myself and playing with fire. But each time I saw Victoria’s smile, received one of her sharp barbs or teasing comments, or when I sank into her luscious body, it was worth it.

That first night, we fucked like rabbits and the only problem was that I had to leave her room before I was finished to get back to my room so no one would be the wiser. I had a moment to worry that I would never get enough, but that was crazy, right? At some point, the attraction would wane. Hopefully, before Henry got home.

The next day, she showed up where I was working in my kitchen nook. It was after lunch so all the staff were off doing whatever they did between lunch and the time to prepare for dinner.

“I’m bored,” she pouted.

My dick went full-tilt when I saw her. She was wearing a robe. Was she naked underneath? Panic slid up my spine at what Knightly or Mrs. Tillis would think of finding Victoria nearly naked in the kitchen and me with a woody the size of a redwood.

“Poor little rich girl,” I responded.

“I’m going swimming.” She opened her robe just briefly, and good Christ, she was naked.

“Good idea.” Or I think I said it. My brain was fritzing out.

She sighed as she closed her robe. “Some distractions work better than others, though.”

“Oh?” If I didn’t fuck her soon, I’d have to excuse myself and rub one out.

“The terrace dinner was nice, but later that night... wow.” She made a gesture to indicate her mind was blown. The man in me felt pretty good about that. “Swimming will be nice, but—”