My sweet girl is so strong. Brave, too. I compliment her as I give her what she wants. Going slow until I’m given the first proof of pleasure past those swollen lips, I’m thrusting deeper, faster.
God, she feels too fucking good. Wet velvet heat sucks me back in every time I pull back, like her pussy doesn’t ever want to say goodbye.
Her back bows against the bed, and she’s already nearing a second orgasm. So greedy. Too bad I’m not there yet. I needmore.
A gasp leaves her as I pull back entirely, denying her the release. Before she can ask why I’ve left, she’s scrambling as I flip her onto her stomach. I don’t have to worry about hurting her, not when she’s automatically lifting her ass in the air for more.
“Stay down for me, angel.” Pressing a hand against the middle of her back, I keep her front half down into the blankets. “Let me do all the hard work and take care of everything.”
Trembling and shaking, she nods as I fist the bottom half of her dress until I have a steady grip. Positioning myself with my other hand, I yank her back onto my cock and make her cry out as she sheathes me completely.
“What a good fucking girl.” Hardly recognizing my voice and the urgency coming from it, I can’t think about the words that leave me as I rock into her. They keep coming, making her flush darker as more praise slips out. The new angle lets me press even deeper, rocking into her justrightbefore she’s back to crying out. “You want me to pull out, Millie? If I don’t, I’m going to make sure I bury myself so deep, there’ll only be one outcome.”
Meaning, if she still holds any doubt about her future, I need to knownow.
Her whole body tenses before a wave of pleasure overcomes her. Clamping down, she cuts how much time I have left in half, and I’m already barely holding on.
“Don’t—” Shaking her head, it’s the best vocal answer she can get out. Despite her body reaching its limit, she rocks back, meeting my final thrusts halfway, if not more.
A roar leaves my chest as everything leaves me all at once. Pulse by pulse, her body milks me of every drop I have to offer until I’m slumping over her, my breathing sawing in and out of me.
We stay like that until we’ve gotten everything out of our system. A low groan leaves me as I pull out. The bastard I am, I enjoy seeing the white of my release seep out. Without thinking, I push it back inside with my thumb.
While I might not have her lie on her back and cross her ankles, or whatever the hell those old wives’ tales are, I still want to make sure there’s some kind of chance of something sticking.
Millie collapses on her side once we’re no longer connected and lets out a groan herself.
“Sorry.” Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder. “I was rougher than I planned.”
“That was…” She giggles, the sound exhausted. “Perfect, Cyrus.”
Getting off the bed, it feels so fucking good to pick her up in my arms. “How about a nice hot bath? That’ll give me time to change out the bedding. Then after that, we can sleep.”
Her nose grazes my throat as she snuggles for my warmth. “Together? In your bed?”
I should’ve done it ages ago, honestly. If I didn’t trust myself in my bed, I’m sure I could’ve held back in hers.
“Yeah, angel. Together.” Hugging her closer, it’s a silent promise thattogetherwill be the only option from now on.
There’s no going back. Now that she’s mine, I’m not going to let her go.
10
Millie
Everything feels great. Well, almost great. Waking up in the middle of the night for another round left my body feeling sore and exhausted. I’ll probably have to take today off if I don’t want to die.
Somehow, Cyrus seems to be a mind reader, because when I wake up, the bed is empty. With the sun already in the sky, I can bet he’s at least halfway done with his usual routine.
Has he eaten yet? Knowing him, he’s probably filled to the brim with coffee. I should make him breakfast. Even if my body is sore, I’m sure I’ve got the strength to make some pancakes.
Leaving his bed, I slip toward his closet and do one of the things I’ve really wanted to do. Stealing one of his flannels, my fingers fumble to button the long row to keep the shirt closed. Considering hunting down my underwear, I decide against it. The hem goes past my knees. In a fun way, it’s kind of like a dress.
If he wants to plop me on the table and touch me again, even if my body does need rest, then I don’t want anything getting in the way.
The thought makes me giggle, and I make my way to the kitchen. Snagging a hair tie along the way, I listen to Meatball’s distant barks as she probably does her rounds. With her, unless Cyrus has a task for her, she just does whatever she wants. Even if that’s just terrorizing those around her.
Hunting down my phone to find a recipe, I spot another missed call from Dad.
