I fucking love it.
“Are you insulted, Princess?” I murmur against her mouth while I roll her nipple between my fingers, tugging and pinching hard enough to make her give me another gasp.
“Ummhmm,” she says, the desperate sound of it vibrating against my lips while she rolls her hips forward. “You hurt my feelings.”
“That, I seriously doubt,” I say on a hoarse chuckle before letting out a sharp hiss because Millie’s got me right where she wants me. I’m seconds away from flipping us over and jerking my pants down so I can pound myself into her so hard, the chaise we’re on will collapse.
“You did…” Flexing her hips in my grip, Millie traces my lower lip with her tongue. “I just might cry myself to sleep over it.”
“Millie…” I growl her name, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks, trying desperately to regain some ground. Hand gripped around her thigh, I lift, setting the front of her calf on the wide, padded arm of the chaise, the sudden change in angle pitching her forward. Digging the heel of her hand into the thick pad of my pec, Millie looks at me, wide-eyed when I grip her other thigh. “I’ve been thinking about doing this in this chair for a fucking year.” Lifting her other leg, hand gripped around her waist to keep her balanced, I settle it on the other arm of the chaise until Millie is kneeling in front of me, thighs spread. Hips level with my face, her slick, swollen pussy is split wide and inches from my mouth.
Exactly where I want it.
“Dean…” Looking down at me, Millie braces her hands on my shoulders with a shaky breath. “I’m going to fall.”
Locking my arms around her thighs in response, I shake my head. “You’re not going to fall,” I promise her before leaning forward to run my tongue along the inside of her thigh, thesalty sweet taste of her instantly pressing against the base of my spine. “I promise I won’t let you fall…” Teasing her with the tip of my tongue, I trace the outer lip of her pussy. “Now be my good fucking girl and fuck my face until you come down the back of my throat.”
Not waiting for an answer, I bury my entire face between her trembling thighs, a deep, snarling groan ripping itself through my chest when she lifts her hands to push them into my hair. Fingers wrapped around the strands of it so tight I can feel the tingling sting of it spiraling up the length of my cock, Millie does what I want, hips rolling and pumping against the relentless fuck of my mouth while I devour every inch of her pussy. Every moan, every gasp, every whimper she gives me, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
“Dean—”
Flicking my gaze up to find hers, I start to suck her off, deep, greedy pulls against her clit until she screams my name, her fingers twisting painfully, the buck and flex of her hips going erratic while she comes on my face, the salty sweet taste of her flooding my mouth and I’m so close to coming that I feel the heat and pressure of it pounding against the base of my spine. I could come this way—my tongue buried in my wife’s pussy. Her cum flooding the back of my throat. I could, but I won’t because My Millie still isn’t satisfied.
She wants more.
Tearing my mouth away from her cleft, I fit my hands around her waist and lift, letting her legs fall back to their original position. Ripping her hands out of my hair, Millie pushes them between us on a soft, desperate mewling sound that nearly has me coming all over myself.
“What do I keep telling you about those fucking sounds,” I growl at her, pushing her hands away so I can jerk my pants down around my hips on my own. Hand fisted around the baseof my cock, I make a low warning sound in the back of my throat. “Slow, Mills…” I tell her in a rough tone, my other hand sliding up the length of her torso to wrap around her throat. “Be my good girl…” Stroking the side of her neck with the rough pad of my thumb, I aim my gaze downward so I can see the head of my cock. Her juice slicked pussy hovering above it. “Let me watch while you take every inch…”
Lips rolled between her teeth, Millie nods. Lowering herself slowly, a moan hums in her throat when I move my hand to grip her hip, pressing my thumb against her still throbbing clit. “So good…” I whisper, gaze aimed downward, watching Millie’s pussy split around the blunt head of my cock while I tell her exactly what I see. “My perfect girl… your cunt looks so pretty wrapped around my cock. So fucking good… you take my cock so fucking well.”
Fully seated, she gives me another soft mewl when she starts to fuck me, lifting and lowering herself slowly along the length of my cock, every pump of her hips harder and faster than the one before while I press and slick my thumb over her clit until she’s shuddering and shaking above me, and the rolling buck of her hips against mine begins to lose their rhythm. Lifting my head so I can see her face, I tighten my grip on her throat and pull her even closer. “Is My Wife about to come on my cock?” I groan against her mouth, my other hand tightening its grip around her hip, urging her to let go.
“Yes…” Hand pushing into my hair again, fingers twisting, Mille moans for me. “So close…”
“That’s my girl…fuuuck, Mills,” I scrape my teeth along the taut line of her neck to hover my mouth above her ear. “Such a good fucking girl…” A moment before she starts to fall, her pussy clamping around me like a vice, the deep, hard flex of it pulling me under, giving me no choice but to follow after her.
“Truth Island?”
We’re still locked together. Her breasts plastered against my chest. Her fingers still twisted in my hair. My hand still wrapped around her throat, our mouths less than a breath apart. My cock still buried inside her. Still half hard, the sporadic jerks of it setting off tremors that ripple through the walls of her pussy. She’ll want more.
Like I said, My Millie is insatiable.
Looking at her, I reach up to push her hair out of her face on a soft chuckle. “Sure, Magnolia—truth island.”
Giving me a short nod, Millie licks her lips like she’s suddenly nervous. Before I can ask her what’s going on, she blurts it out.
“I stopped taking my birth control.”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at her, the cadence of my heart suddenly tripping into double time.
“What?” Before she can repeat herself, I reach up with both hands to cup her face. “When?”
It’s something I’ve been wanting for months and even though I’ve been careful not to push, I’ve made it clear that I’m ready. That I want to get her pregnant. That I don’t want to wait.Even though I’ve tried to play it cool, it’s all I can think about. How beautiful she’d look with my baby, growing inside her.
“Last month,” she tells me with a barely suppressed grin.
Holy fuck.
