“Mmm…is that what you want, Princess?” Dipping my head on a rusty chuckle, I press a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You want me to beg for the privilege of licking your perfect little pussy?” Scraping my teeth against soft skin, I flick her another dark look when she whimpers at the contact. “Is that it? You want me on my knees, cock throbbing so hard it hurts, begging for your cum?”
Not so cool and steady anymore, Millie nods her head on a thin whisper. “Yes…”
Nipping her with my teeth, she gives me another gasp, her wide-eyed gaze pinned to mine while I trace the tip of my tongue along the groove where the side of her hand meets her pubic bone. “Please…” Nipping her again, I tighten my grip around her thighs when they start to shake. “Pretty please, Princess Millie…” Tracing the tip of my tongue along the seam of the fingers she has cupped against her cleft, I groan because I can taste her on them. Feel the heat of her against my mouth. “Be my good fucking girl and let me eat your pussy until you come all over my face…”
Lifting her hand a second before I push past it, Millie’s fingers grip around the back of my head on another sharp gasp, her wobbly elbow collapsing under her when I latch my mouth around her slick, swollen pussy on a mindless, ravenous growl. “Ohmygod…”
Tearing my mouth away from her on a low groan, I shake my head. “No…” Running my tongue up the length of her juice slicked slit, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. “You say my name when I’m fucking you—no one else’s. Not even His.” Shifting the angle of my shoulders, I stroke two fingers inside her, hard and deep enough to bow her back off the mattress on a long, shuddering moan. “Say it.”
“Dean…” Fingers scrambling against my neck, Millie’s hips shift against my grip, trying desperately to fuck herself with my fingers. “Please…”
“There she is…” Moving my hand between her thighs, I give her long, deep strokes, rubbing against her G-spot while I tease her clit with my tongue. Drag her to the edge of release without letting her fall. “There’s my perfect good girl.”
“Yes...” Rolling her hips against the steady pump of my fingers, Millie whimpers it, the fingers she has gripped in my hair twisting desperately. “I need…”
“Not yet,” I tell her, so fucking gone over the taste of her that I can feel my own release squeezing against the base of my spine. “I want you to sit up and look at me.”
Pushing herself onto her elbows again on a soft mewling sound, Millie sits up, showing me her flushed cheeks, her dull gaze widening slightly when she sees me. “Dean…”
“You sucked me so well tonight, Princess,” I tell her, gaze hooked into hers, my fingers still moving inside her, slow and steady. Keeping her exactly where I need her to be. “You did everything right. You made me feel so fucking good. Took me deep. Swallowed every drop I gave you while you looked up at me with that perfect mouth of yours, wrapped around my cock like a good girl.” Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I put them in my mouth and suck them clean. “Now, I want you to watch...” Dropping my hand, I wrap it around her thigh before dragging my thumb up the seam of her wet, swollen slit. “Can you do that for me, Millie?” Brushing the pad of it against her clit, I drop my gaze to her mouth. “Can you be my perfect good girl and watch while you fuck my face like a filthy little slut?”
Entire body trembling, Millie gives me a desperate nod, fingers twisting in the bedspread I have her sprawled on top of. “Yes…”
“Sayplease,” I say, giving her a devious grin. “Say?—”
“Dean,pleaselet me fuck your face so I can come inyour—”She starts to say without prompting but that’s as far as she gets before the last of my control snaps and I fall on her with a low, desperate groan. I devour her, licking and sucking every inch I can reach, my entire face buried between her thighs while she moans my name, her hips pumping and rolling against the heat and pressure of my mouth latched around her pussy, the taste of her seeping into every pore. Sinking into every muscle. Biting into every bone until my tongue is buried deep inside her and she’s screaming my name, a shot of salted honey coating the back of my throat, so thick and sweet I feel my own release blow through me before I have a chance to stop it.
FORTY-ONE
It’s later.
Much later.
So late I can feel the sun rising out of the water behind him. See the faint promise of a pinkish glow, creep across the deck.
After Dean made me come, I barely had a chance to recover before he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom to sit me on the edge of the tub while he took off his clothes. Smooth, tattooed skin. Thick pecs. Chiseled abs. Long, well-muscled limbs. How is it possible that he gets more and more beautiful, every time I see him? When he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down I feel a gasp scramble upthe back of my throat. Jerking my gaze up to meet his, I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Did you?—”
“Come all over myself while you were fucking my face?” He gives me one of those unreadable expressions of his. The one he wears when he doesn’t want me to know what he’s thinking. “I sure the fuck did, Methuselah.” Stepping into me, He gathers my dress and pulls it over my head before tossing it on the floor. “Does that bother you?”
“No...” I shake my head on a hard swallow. It’s true. Knowing that Dean got so aroused by the taste and feel of me that he came while he was eating me out doesn’t bother me. It definitely makes me feel things butbotherisn’t one of them. “It doesn’t bother me.”
Dean makes one of those rough sounds in the back of his throat. Like his expression, it’s hard to read. “Come on,” he says, holding out his hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, Princess.” Slipping my hand into his, I stand and let him lead me to the shower.
That was hours ago. After our shower, he dried me off and carried me to bed where he put me under the covers, naked, before he crawled in after me the same way. As soon as he was in bed, Dean reached for me. Pulled me into his arms and wrapped them around me, his large, warm hands splayed across my back. My thigh trapped between his. He’s hard again. I can feel the press of it against my belly but he doesn’t seem to be interested in doing anything about it. Instead, he just holds me, the top of my head tucked under his chin. My mouth brushing against his tattooed chest with every breath.
“Dean…” I say his name softly even though I know he’s not sleeping. Not yet. Like me, he’s lying here awake and wondering what happens next.
“Yeah?” His tone is low, pitched just above a whisper.
Angling my head so I can see him, I say it before I lose my nerve. “Can I ask you something?”
I watch his brow furrow, his jaw tighten, the flex of it illuminated by the pale glow of the moon. “No.”
“Oh… okay.” Stung after everything that’s happened between us, I start to pull away when he stops me.
“I know you, Mills,” he says, explaining his refusal. “You’ll ask, I’ll answer but it won’t matter what I say because you won’t believe me anyway, so what’s the point?”
He’s right.
