Free The Good Mistress: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Amarie Avant Page B

loses?”
    Mila’s eyelid twitched. Nobody in their right fucking mind said things like this. She’d had two flings during her powerhouse Hewitt days. One had been powerful, one was a coworker. But who said stuff like this? As if she lost because he decided to be stingy with his manhood. She sucked in her breath and turned around.
    “Thank you, Mila,” he replied sardonically, “Now my rules.”
    “Fuck your rules, Blake. I told you no spankings; Your handprint is all over—”
    Mila braced herself for this newfound pleasure in pain. But his hands staked claim to her hips instead of hitting her ass again. Damn, I shouldn’t have made that a stipulation . She had never been spanked during sex. Liquid lust wet her mouth as she remembered him taking her over the side table. I refuse to admit it, but my god, please spank me.
    “Okay, at your wish, fuck my rules, Mila. You can eat those words later, with my cock. If you’re so lucky .”
    “Ahhh,” Mila screeched as cold liquid poured down her lower back. It slammed the retort back into her throat, right where Blake’s erection should have been. The chilled Cabernet Sauvignon dripped down the sides of her hips, ass, and into her asshole and her already soaking wet papaya.
    Like a dog his tongue lapped upwards from her slit, meandering slowly and then twining around her clit, to that soft perineum. His tongue played there for a moment, delicately placed, then her legs shook as he continued up into the opening of her buttocks.
    “You’re but a virgin,” he gasped, sexy chuckle only making her want him more.
    Grrrr, she bristled inwardly, as he mentioned her anal status. She decided to play by his rules.
    Blake poked his tongue into her asshole for a moment, centimeter by centimeter, niftily moving his way inside. His whiskers the only roughness against the folds of her soft derrière. Now her breaths were still, almost nonexistent as he penetrated her other haven. She wanted him back in her cunt. Or if he stayed in her ass that was okay too, but his manhood was the only remedy.
    Fuck me slow, fast, however, Blake, please!
    Blake removed his tongue from her asshole. “We still aren’t in sync, Mila.”
    Fucker, you perverted fucker, just fuck me! What do you want from me? Eyes pleading to do his bidding, Mila turned around again, making a loud, exaggerated exhale. His index finger swiveled. A small whimper rippled through Mila’s body as her glance trained on the headboard once more.
    No more words passed between as Blake repeated the process. The chilled wine slid through her lady parts, taunting her.
    Then he leaned forward, offering her the bottle. She gingerly took it. Gulped down some, and on second thought, took another sip, as something chilled and round dipped into her pussy.
    Her eyes narrowed, but leveled out as the small circular item went deep. THE GRAPE. Mila realized as he began to chew.
    “Wow, Mila. This grape was ripe, so very succulent before, shit, I do believe your wet pussy has this deliciousness to it.”
    She arched her ass more as Blake dipped another grape into her, and turned back around. It was the only penetration, and by damn, she embraced it. He laughed as she tried to meet more of his finger, but he slid the grape from her velvety fold.
    “Where the fuck are my manners, Mila? You want a taste I’m sure.” He leaned over the bed. “Turn around.”
    He placed the grape on her lips, allowing her juices to slide over her mouth. “This also reminds me, later, my cum will adorn that sexy mouth of yours.”
    Eyes a hazy dream, she nodded. He pushed the grape into her mouth, along with his finger. He smiled. “Eat.”
    The fruit burst into her mouth along with the flavor of orgasm.
    “I admire your intellect, but now it’s time for you to let go. So you ready to free your mind, Mila?”
    “Yes.”
    Then those moss green eyes dimmed for a second. “Let’s keep at this pace.”
    She huffed as he motioned for her to turn her head once