Hand still wrapped in her hair, I pull her up into a kneeling position again. Teetering on the edge of control, I feel a groan rumble through my chest when the shift pushes me inside her a little deeper. Her back pressed against my chest, I pull again, angling her head on my shoulder. “You’re too tight for me, Mills,” I groan against her exposed throat. “I won’t be able to get all the way inside before I come.”
She makes another sound again. This one full of desperate frustration. “But?—”
“Shhh…” Untangling my hand from her hair, I cup one of her breasts, holding her tight against me while I tease and stroke her stiff, swollen nipple. “Be still for me, Princess,” I whisper, every word brushing my mouth against her neck, sending shudders through her entire body. “Be my good girl and let me fuck you the way I need to. Can you do that for me?”
When I say it, her whole body relaxes and she nods. “Yes…” She lifts her arm to wrap it around the back of my neck while the other slides around the back of my thigh, anchoring herself to me so she can stay as still as possible. “I can be good.”
Fuck.
“That’s the problem, Mills…” Putting my own release in a chokehold, I move my fingers between her thighs again, swirling and teasing against her slick, swollen clit. “You’re too good...” Rocking my hips against hers, I start to give her short, shallow thrusts, rubbing the head of my cock against her G-spot. “Your pussy is too fucking good for me…”
“Dean…” The arm wrapped around my neck tightens and she turns her head to press her mouth against the underside of my jaw, her entire body starting to shake. “I think?—”
“Fuuuck…that’s it…” I can feel her pussy begin to flex and tighten around me when she starts to come. Looking down, I can see my hand between her legs.“That’s my good girl. Let me feel your perfect pussy come on my cock…”My fingers, slick with her arousal, keep swirling against her clit while she breaks apart in my arms, the almost unbearably tight grip of her orgasm starting to milk my cock while those whimpers and gasps of hers drag me closer and closer to the edge. “Too good, Mills… you feel too fucking good…” Squeezing my eyes shut, I angle my head so I can groan it against her mouth, my own release breaking free to barrel down on me like a freight train. “I can’t?—”
“Yes…” Millie whimpers before skimming the tip of her tongue along the curve of my lower lip, her fingers slipping into my hair so she can hold on tight. “Please…”
Sucking her tongue into my mouth on a groan, I lift my hand, slipping my fingers around the back of her neck. Thumb pressed into the underside of her chin, I hold her steady, fucking her mouth with my tongue while I pull back, my cock sliding out, almost completely, before I stroke back into her, so hard and deep, she cries out, the sound of it humming against the back of my throat.
Did I hurt her?
I might’ve.
Fuck.
Before I can pull back, Millie starts to come again, her pussy spasming and gripping around my cock, the wild, desperate pull of it leaving me no choice but to follow after her.
THIRTY-FIVE
It’s not a big deal.
Not if we don’t make it a big deal.
That’s what Dean keeps saying, but kneeling in front of him, naked—save for the bikini bottoms still tied on one side and wrapped around my knee—while he comes inside me, it feels like a lie.
This feels like a big deal.
It feels monumental.
Like my entire life changed, the moment he touched me.
LikeIchanged.
It’s how I always imagined my first time would be. Life altering. World tilting. My first time was nothing like that. Nothinglike this.
But it could’ve been.
If Dean hadn’t chosen Paige over you that night, this is exactly what it would’ve been like.
The hand still wedged between my legs feathers its thumb across my still quivering belly, a moment before he speaks. “Stay with me, Mills,” Dean whispers in my ear. “It’s not a big deal, remember?”
It’s a lie.
Itisa big deal.
Everything is different.
Nothing is the same.
