Mr. Heartbreaker: Black Mountain Academy

“Mike,” I whimper so hungry for more that I can’t form any other words. That’s okay, though. It’s not necessary, because we both know what I need. It’s the same thing Mike wants and needs. We’re always in perfect tune.

“I got you, Angel,” he promises. “I’ve got you.”

He always does. He opens me up to him, the cool air in the room hitting the tender flesh that’s usually hidden and sending chills of need through my entire body. He blows out, puffing warm heated air over my aching clit and then a second later I feel his tongue slide against the throbbing nub.

My head goes back in anticipation and desire, my eyes closing, as he sucks my clit into his mouth—just as his fingers push inside of me. My fingers tangle into his hair, as if to hold him against me and Mike hums his approval when I lift and grind myself against his face. He continues torturing me with his mouth while sliding his fingers in and out of me, fucking me with them, owning me—just like he does every time.

I can feel my orgasm building and I want it desperately, as I always do with him, but not like this.

This is not enough. Not now.

“Mike, please…I need you,” I gasp, fighting to hold my climax back.

“You got me, Angel. You’ve always got me,” he vows, his voice vibrating against my center when I feel his tongue slide inside of me with his fingers.

“Oh God,” I cry, my entire body vibrating and shaking from the onslaught of pleasure. I’m doing my best to push him away, my hands slapping against his shoulders. “I want you inside of me,” I beg, needing that more than my next breath. He pulls back immediately, licking my juices from his lips and I whimper, my climax almost taking over in that moment.

“I’m never going to get enough of you, Violet,” he growls.

“I feel the same,” I gasp, not knowing if I’m making sense or not. My hips are rocking as I try to entice him without words into joining our bodies. “Please, Mike. Please,” I plead.

I watch as he wraps his hand around the base of his hard cock. He strokes himself, his grip tight. Now, it’s my turn to lick my lips as I watch him move his tight hold up and down on his hard shaft. I slide down so that I’m almost off the bar, keeping my legs spread and my body open to him. Mike moves the head of his cock against my wet center, his slickened head pushing against my clit and moving up and down my pussy, before slipping inside of me. Once the head breaches my entrance, I don’t get time to breathe before he’s thrusting inside of me. He doesn’t stop until he’s completely buried, stretching me and filling me so completely that I can barely breathe. My inner muscles flutter around him, and I can feel my orgasm already begin. I wrap my legs around him tighter, the heels of my feet pressing against his ass. Mike groans as I pull him in even deeper than I thought possible.

“I love you, Mike,” I gasp, my eyes closing with pleasure. “I love you.”

Mike begins riding my body then, throwing me over the edge as he fucks me, steadily, firmly and with a hunger that burns out of control and matches my own.

“Love you, Violet. I love you so fucking much,” he groans and then he takes my mouth as he thrusts in and out of me and taking us both over the edge.

I let myself go willingly, his whispered words of love echoing around us and not for the first time since Big Mike Huntington came into my life I’m filled with the knowledge that everything I went through in the past was worth it, because now I’m the luckiest woman in the world.EpilogueMikeThree Years Later“Surprise!” We all cry as Violet opens the door to our apartment. Shock is written all over her face. I watch as she gasps and then this large smile blooms on her face. What happens next is my favorite moment, however. Even in a crowded room, Violet is looking for me. I step away from the crowd and immediately she launches herself at me.

Well, as much as a seven-month pregnant woman can launch their body at a man.

I catch her easily and take her in my arms. The minute I’m holding her, life is better. The stress from the day completely fades.

“What did you do?” she murmurs close to my ear.

“My best girl is graduating college. I’m going to celebrate that with you, Angel.”

Our family and friends come up and start congratulating Violet. The entire time, she stays at my side, wrapping my arm around her back and holding her. She has her head resting against my chest as she talks to Ida Sue. They’re discussing how Violet is feeling and Ida Sue is asking her if she’s still craving pickled corn.