Within moments, Sugar straddled Miles’s waist, their eyes meeting each other. Her heart raced, practically beating in her throat as she gazed down at him, her nerves on edge. Placing one hand on his muscular chest, she reached between her legs to wrap her fingers around him, guiding his cock where he needed to be.

Her jaw fell open as she sank down onto him, every inch of his thickness spreading her open. Her fingers dug into his chest, leaving trails of red in their path.

“You’re takin’ me so well, honey,” Miles rasped. “Take all the time you need. We’ve got all night.”

It'd been so, so long since she'd given herself to another like this. Her body trembled as him being inside her overwhelmed her, and she tried her hardest to adjust to him.

Once she sunk down on him completely, she hesitated for a moment, relishing the feeling of being stretched to the limit. Then, she began to bounce, finding a choppy rhythm. Her movements grew more confident, and soon, she was riding him like a madwoman.

Miles’s calloused hands gripped her hips tightly, a proud grin splitting his face.

“Does it feel good, darlin’?”

Biting her bottom lip, she nodded and hummed a broken, desperate mm-hm.

“Yeah? You look so fuckin’ pretty when you fuck this dick like you own it.”

She leaned low, her forehead pressed against his as their gazes locked in a heated stare. Her dark hair cascaded around them like a curtain as she fucked him exactly how she wanted.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Sugar,” he husked, his thumbs stroking the curve of her hips. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

His words should have flattered her, but they triggered something deep inside her.

Perfect? No, she wasn’t.

If she were perfect, she’d still be married with children. If she were perfect, she wouldn’t spend her life hiding in her restaurant. If she were perfect, she’d look in the mirror every morning without feeling ashamed.

Sugar wasn’t perfect.

She was damaged.

She was broken.

This was all her fault.

Sugar stopped moving on top of him and climbed off him, her mind racing.

“This was a bad idea. A stupid fucking idea,” she muttered to herself, panic flooding through her like a tidal wave. She scrambled to gather her clothes from the floor.

“What in the devil are you talkin’ about, sweetheart?” Miles asked, getting out of bed, his concern and confusion palpable.

“I shouldn’t have come here. This shouldn’t have happened,” she snapped, storming toward the bathroom, desperate for privacy to get dressed and leave.

“Wait a goddamn minute, Sugar,” he said, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice as he grabbed her arm. Her clothes fell to the floor. “I think I deserve to know why you’re tryin’ to leave when we were makin’ love like two newlyweds just a minute ago.”

Her heart clenched, and she closed her eyes to regain composure. “I’m not the girl for you, Miles.”

“You’re right. You ain't the girl for me,” he said gruffly, “but you sure as hell are the woman for me.”

Sugar sighed in frustration, snatching up her things again. “You don’t get it.”

“Actually, I don’t. Enlighten me,” he challenged.

“I’m not perfect, Miles,” she snapped. “You keep saying it like it’s true, but it’s not. I’m the farthest thing from perfection.”

Miles blinked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. “You’re tryin’ to leave ‘cause I called you perfect?”

How he delivered the question made her feel like the dumbest human being on the planet.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice small, feeling ridiculous as the word left her lips.

A long pause hung between them before he finally spoke. “You’re not goin’ anywhere.”

Her mouth gaped open. “Excuse me?”

“I said you’re not goin’ anywhere. You’re not runnin’ away from me that easily.”

“Miles—”

“You’ll walk out that front door,” he interrupted, “in the mornin’ when I take you home.”

She gave him a once-over, a stubbornness hardening her face. “I’m leaving, Miles. This thing between us isn’t going to work. I’m walking out the front door and ordering a ride home.”

“You will walk out that front door,” he agreed, “but it ain’t gonna be tonight.”

Her head reared back in shock at his audacity. “I beg your pardon?”

“Drop the clothes, Sugar,” he ordered.

She clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Drop the clothes and come back to bed with me,” he repeated.

Frustrated, she huffed but didn’t move.

Miles closed in on her and cupped her face, taking hungry possession of her mouth. At first, she tried to resist him, but soon, she melted into him, moaning. His hands tangled in her tresses. His tongue dominated hers with each twirl and lash.

The clothes fell from her arms, forgotten.

“You gonna come back to bed now?” he whispered against her parted lips.

Dazed, she nodded.

Miles led her to the bed and reclined on it, tugging her on top of him. Her back pressed against his chest as he nuzzled her neck, gifting a trail of slow, appreciative kisses from her shoulder to her ear.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

Her heart raced as she obeyed, widening her legs over his, feeling the heat of his hard arousal against the curve of her ass. His capable hands roamed over her body, halting to cup and knead her breasts greedily.

“I need to be inside you again, darlin’,” he growled. “Let me in.”

Sugar’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she reached down to guide him inside her. As his thick tip pushed into the wet heat of her slowly at first, she felt vulnerable. A feeling that fled as Miles took control, forcing her down onto his cock with a blunt, upward thrust.

Their groans mingled in unison as he filled up every inch of her, gripping her sides as he set an indecent, demanding rhythm. Her head tilted back, and her mouth stretched into an O, her eyes rolling back.

“That’s it, honey,” Miles cheered throatily. “Mm-hm, just like that. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her breasts jiggling in his palms with each deep plop on his dick. Her toes curled as bliss rolled through her body in waves. She called out his name. The sensation of him inside her felt as though he was staking his claim on her, leaving his mark.

His breathless voice reached her ear. “Mm, play with your clit for me. Pretty please. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Trembling at his words, Sugar licked her fingertips before reaching down to rub her swollen clit with feverish urgency as he pounded up into her from beneath. She squeezed her eyes shut, her orgasm inching toward her.

“You’re lovin’ me so good, I’m gonna cum soon, baby,” he groaned. “Where do you want it?”

“On my back,” she whimpered.

Miles stilled inside her. “Mm, as you wish.”

Sugar rolled off him and flopped onto her belly beside him, rising onto her knees. Face down, ass up. He positioned himself behind her. She couldn’t hold back her moan as he slapped his wet cock against the cleft of her ass. Like a blade, the smack of flesh cut through the air.

Sugar arched her back further, offering herself up for him. She clenched fistfuls of his sheets as he slid his length back into her slowly, inch by inch. The intensity of the angle drove her wild as he buried himself deep inside her.

“Right there,” she pleaded as he fucked her, the maddening heat pooling in her lower belly. “Don’t stop, Miles. Please, don’t.”

“Darlin’, not even the devil himself could stop me from beatin’ up this,” he growled, kneading one of her ass cheeks as they clapped against his pelvis as his rhythm roughened, “heavenly, heavenly pussy.”

“Oh, god,” she cried out, her body quivering.

Miles chuckled, the sound dark and delicious. “Am I takin’ you to church, angel?”

Sugar’s laugh gave way to a silent scream as her orgasm hit her with blunt force, air evaporating from her lungs. Every nerve within her hummed with pleasure. Her cunt hugged in pulses, milking his dick as she rode out her high.

“Fuck,” Miles groaned, plunging into her harder, more desperate. “You’re grippin’ me so tight. Goddamn.”

And then, with a deep grunt, he withdrew abruptly, his cum spurting out onto her ass and lower back in thick ropes.

Exhausted, Sugar collapsed onto the bed.

Miles got off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Her eyelids drooped shut as the sound of a sink faucet running filled the air. In the dark of her mind, she heard approaching footsteps. She bit her bottom lip and moaned as a warm and moist washcloth gently wiped away the mess he made on her—the mess she asked for.

He placed a tender kiss on the nape of her neck before heading back into the bathroom.

Once he returned to bed and turned off the lamplight, he said, “Come here, sweetheart. I wanna hold you.”

Half-asleep, Sugar crawled over to him and under the covers. They lay pressed against each other, chest to chest, his arms wrapped around her protectively.

“That was,” she paused, a grin twitching at her lips, “interesting.”

Her comment earned a deep-chested chuckle from a sated Miles. The sound delighted her so much that a two-note giggle slipped out.

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