Mr. Heartbreaker: Black Mountain Academy

If you had told me over a year ago that moving to Black Mountain and attending BMA would make my life turn out this way? I would have told you that you were crazy. Never in a million years could I have imagined that Mike Huntington would not only become the love of my life, but the man I envision myself growing old with.

He is, though. He’s all that and more.

“I think the ruffles on that pink apron make your eyes sparkle, Mikey,” I giggle, happiness bubbling out of me in ways it never has before, but then that’s because of Mike too. He feeds that happiness inside of me.

“It’s not pink, Angel. It’s rose,” he says with a smirk.

I throw my books on the chair and walk toward him, suddenly starving and not for the food he has frying on the stove.

“My mistake,” I murmur, when I make it over to him. I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him, as he wraps his arms around me.

Mike expertly guides us away from the stove, as I hear the grease in the pan popping and sizzling. That’s the man I love. He’s always protecting me, shielding me.

He works hard on a construction crew and brings home a good check to cover our expenses. He doesn’t want me dancing—well, except in our bedroom for him alone. I have to say I enjoy those private dances much more than the other kind. I even offered to get a job waiting tables, but he’s asked me to just concentrate on my studies and that’s exactly what I’m doing. He gives me the kind of support I’ve never had in my life.

“I missed you today, Angel,” he groans, kissing on my neck. The thin apron he’s got draped over him does nothing to hide the way his cock hardens and pushes out toward me. I close my eyes at the desire and sweetness that hit me all at once. Life can’t get much better than what I have right here. I have no idea how I got so blessed, but I know it centers around this man.

“I can tell,” I giggle, rubbing my body against him.

I drop my hand down to grip him. Even through the apron, the heat from his hard cock makes butterflies unfurl in my stomach and my knees weak. I feel myself growing wetter. I love Mike, but it’s even more than that. I crave him.

“Keep that up, Angel, and we won’t be having hamburgers for dinner,” he warns, kissing along my neck, his cock growing impossibly harder and firmer in my hold. I stroke him, squeezing him tight—simply because I can’t not do it.

“We could always order pizza later,” I half moan as Mike’s teeth rake against the side of my neck, teasing the sensitive area.

Mike pulls away and disappointment hits me immediately. I watch as he goes back to the stove and I sigh. I guess he really wanted a burger.

Mike flips off the burner, scoots the pan to the back of the stove and then turns back around to face me. He practically rips the silly apron away from his body and stares at me, his eyes dark and so intense that the inside of my thighs are so wet, I wonder if I can come just from looking at him.

“Strip, Angel,” he orders, his voice a mixture of growling hunger and dominance.

I waste no time doing exactly what he tells me to do, taking off my clothes in record time and leaving myself standing in front of him in nothing more than my pale green panties and bra.

“I like you better without the apron,” I admit, taking a moment to appreciate just how damn near perfect my man is.

“I started out that way, but damn that grease hurts. I had to protect the goods,” he jokes, a sexy smile on his face.

“Yeah, you definitely need to protect the goods,” I tell him, licking my lips as I look down at his swollen, fully erect cock.

He’s a work of art, but then so is his cock. The head is darkened in color and glossy with precum, outlines of veins are bulging along the shaft and I long to run my tongue over every single one of them…

I’m so intent on staring at him, that I gasp when Mike immediately picks me up and deposits me on the cold granite counter.

“Ow! That’s cold,” I complain.

“That’s okay, baby, I’m going to warm you up soon,” he promises, already removing my panties.

I lift up to help him. They clear my toes and float to the floor, just as Mike grabs my legs. My hands go back to steady myself on the bar as he angles my body, opening me to him and putting me in the perfect position to make a meal of me.