“Jesus fuck,” Dean growls, eyes blazing down at me, watching me come while he pumps his cock, hard and fast, against the back of my throat.“So good… so fucking perfect… that’s it, Mills… that’s my good fucking girl… come for me…”He gives me a final thrust, his head falling back on his neck, hands wrapped in my hair, his cock jerking and spasming against my tongue while he comes down the back of my throat. Following instinct again, I keep sucking, swallowing the thick, salty taste of him until he goes still and there’s nothing left.
FORTY
Idon’t know how I made it through dinner.
All I know is that even though Millie had just given me the best blowjob of my fucking life, all I could think about was getting her back to the bungalow. Getting her somewhere where I can get her naked and make her come without a hundred people listening.
After dinner, we usually take a walk around the grounds, holding hands while we pretend to ignore all the people pretending not to watch us. Sometimes we’ll stop at one of the small, secluded lounges peppered around the resort for a nightcap where we’ll lean into each other. Whisper and smile. Kiss and behave as if we’re the only two people on the planet.
Afterward, when we’ve given the islandsnoops enough content for the day, Mateo pops up out of nowhere with this trusty golf cart and drives us back to the bungalow so we can go to bed and do it all over again the next day.
This time, I take Millie straight home.
Carry her up the walk to the bungalow’s front door, her heels dangling from my fingers, and across the threshold. Straight to the bed where I drop her shoes on the floor. Practically tossing her on top of it, barely stopping to appreciate the ridiculously sexy sight of her before I shrug out of my jacket and fall on her like a rabid animal. Dropping to my knees, I clamp my hands around her hips and drag them to the edge of the mattress before wrenching her legs apart, the movement so fast and violent she lets out a sharp, startled gasp. The sound of it shouldn’t make my dick hurt. Shouldn’t make me want to jerk my pants down around my hips so I can pound it into her so hard and deep it breaks us both.
It really shouldn’t—but it does.
Fingers gripped around her knees, mouth inches from her bare pussy, split wide and begging to be fucked, I look up to find her propped up on her elbows, looking down at me. Hazel eyes round with shock, the loose, dark gold of her hair framing her beautiful face like a halo. Mouth, still swollen from sucking my cock, slightly parted. Dress strap slipped off her shoulder again, her exposed breast quivering with anticipation.
Fuck.
Me.
If it hadn’t happened years ago, this would’ve been it. The moment I fell in love with Millie Blackwell.
Pushing a smirk onto my face, I wrangle myself into a mental chokehold. Beat back the desperation churning in my gut. I can’t think about it. Not about how I feel. Not about tomorrow.
Because this is it.
This is all I’m ever going to get.
The most of Millie I’ll ever be given.
And if I think about it, I’ll lose my fucking shit.
“Ready for your mission, Mills?” I ask, hanging onto that smirk for dear life.
“Is this where you fuck the spoiled brat out of me?” she says, her gaze falling to my mouth.
“Princess, I could spend every one of my waking minutes fucking you for the next thousand years, and I wouldn’t even come close,” I tell her on a laugh.
“Insulting me is a bold move considering I still owe you one,” she reminds me, her tone stretched thin and ragged.
“You already got yours,” I counter before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the inside of her trembling knee. “Don’t be greedy, Magic Mike.” Sliding my mouth higher, I taste her arousal on my lips. “Fuuuck…” Flattening my tongue, I run it up the inside of her thigh, the salty sweet taste of her growing heavier, tightening my grip on her knees so I can pull her even closer, heading straight for her pussy. “So fucking good…”
“Mmm hmmm…” Before I can get my mouth on her, Millie covers herself with her hand, blocking me from it. “You owe me.”
Lifting my head, I flick a hard look at her through my lashes. “Mills.”
“Dean?” she says, her tone suddenly so cool and steady it makes my balls ache.
“Move your goddamned hand,” I growl at her, my own hands sliding from her knees to grip her thighs even harder in a desperate bid to keep them from shaking. “Now.”
Looking down at me, not in the least bit intimidated, the corner of Millie’s beautifully swollen mouth curves upward. “Say please.”
Suddenly, my balls aren’t aching anymore.
They’re throbbing.
