“Axton,” she snaps.
She’s feigning some kind of outrage or offense. It’s not there because I’m not being offensive, and she knows it. And the way her pupils dilate, she is indeed feigning it, because she wants me.
“Take off your clothes, Mill, and climb up on my face. I don’t even have to move. You can do all the work.”
“But your headache,” she breathes.
I let out a chuckle. My head hurts like a bitch, but my balls ache more than that. It’s been days since I’ve been inside her, and I could have never seen her again. I need to taste and fuck her, in that order.
I need to know I’m still alive and she’s still mine.
“Will be fucking fine. Clothes off, Mill.”
Thankfully, the second time, she listens to me and does as I’ve demanded. It’s not really a question. She is going to ride my face, and then my cock. We’re going to come, me once, her at least twice, and then she can fuss over me. But I want her sore when she goes into work tonight.
Bennet was good enough to allow both of them one night off, but not two. The undocumented contract is in full swing. Thetwo years begin tonight. I know if it’s not met in any way, Heidi will be subject to the video of her coming and going from that crime scene being leaked to the police.
And if Millie doesn’t go, it’s a club issue. I fucking hate that they used the club as a way to keep her down there. She’ll have full protection, though. Lorenzo and Bennet better not get any fucking funny ideas about her, either.
When she’s naked, all thoughts of Lorenzo, Bennet, and stripping disappear. All I can do is stare at her perfect fucking body as she straddles my hips. I reach out, gripping her waist firmly, then I release my grasp.
She leans over, touching her lips to mine in a chaste kiss. Then she does something I don’t expect. She turns around, straddling me with her ass perfectly in view. Nice. I’m unable to keep my hands off her.
My fingers grip her cheeks, squeezing them once before she begins to shift backward on her knees. My mouth waters as she moves. My tongue is willing, ready, and able to taste her. I need her like I need my own fucking breath.
Once she’s close enough that I can guide her closer to me, I grip her hips with my fingertips and do just that, shifting her body and positioning her so her sweet cunt is perfectly aligned with my mouth.
I slide my tongue along her center, then swirl it around her clit, flicking it a few times. Then, without warning, I feel her lips kiss the head of my dick. I moan against her pussy as she takes me inside her mouth, down her perfect throat, and my fingers dig into the flesh of her hips even harder.
I hope I leave marks. I hope every man who sees them tonight realizes exactly what they are—what they mean. She is mine. They can jack off to the memory of her dancing, but they will never know her taste.
When she begins to blow me, I know I’d better hurry up and stop taking my time with her clit. She’s going to make me blow my load too fucking soon. I’ve got to get her off my cock, but she feels too damn good, so I let her explore, taste, suck, lick.
Goddamn, it feels good.
I eat her furiously. I know she needs to get there and soon. When her hips begin to move, when she begins to grind her clit against my tongue, I know she’s close. She lifts her face off my cock, and while I don’t want to lose her mouth, I am dangerously close to coming down her throat.
“Shit,” she hisses right before her taste floods my mouth.
Fuck. Yes.
Her hips move faster, fucking my face as her moans fill the air around us, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears over and over. She comes, and I lap it up, loving every fucking drop of her.
I wish I could flip her over and drill her into the fucking mattress, but my head still hurts, and I’m afraid looking down at her, plus coming, the rush will be too great and it’ll really fucking hurt.
Almost as if she knows I’m contemplating possibly hurting myself, she moves down my body, straddling my chest before she swings her leg around and continues shifting farther down my body, only stopping when she reaches my rock-hard cock.
She wraps her fingers around the base of my dick and positions it at her center, and then she slowly sinks down along my length, hissing as she does, then moaning. I grip her hips and hold on to her, keeping her still.
I don’t let her move. I need a fucking minute, or I’m going to blow my load instantaneously. Closing my eyes, I take a few cleansing breaths because I need to calm the fuck down. Fast.
Then she moves, almost as if she can’t keep still for a second longer. It’s my turn to hiss, because good goddamn, this womanfeels so good. I’m about to blow my load completely. I would feel bad because she wouldn’t be able to have another, but at least she got hers first.
I’m able to hold on just long enough that she rides me. It’s hard and perfect. It’s absolutely fucking out of this world. My orgasm builds and builds with each roll of her hips, and then it happens.
My lower back tingles, and my balls draw up as sweat breaks out over my skin. Millie places her hands on my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she rolls her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis.
“Axton,” she whimpers.
