CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
MILLIE
Axton stands in the door,but only for a moment before he moves through, closing it behind him, and then I hear the lock click into place. I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out, and that’s mainly because his mouth is on mine. Then his tongue tangles with mine, and my whole body melts.
“What are you doing here?” I ask after he breaks the kiss. He rests his forehead against mine, and we both breathe heavily.
“I promised you I’d be here,” he murmurs before his lips travel down the center of my throat, stopping at the hollow, before he sucks. “And now I need to be inside you before you head to work.”
“Axton,” I exhale.
His fingers tear my sleep shorts off before two of them slide inside me. He curls them, making a come-hither motion, before his thumb presses against my clit. God. So damn good.
Lifting my hips, I search for more, my body climbing higher and higher with each roll of his thumb against my clit. And thenit happens. I come. It’s a blast that rushes through me when I least expect it.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.
Every muscle in my body clenches, and I am still as it consumes me.
Axton lifts his head, and his lips find mine. He slips his tongue inside me again, sweeping through my mouth, tasting me. Then, before I realize what’s happening, I can feel the head of his cock against my center.
My eyes open as I suck in a breath, and I shift my head back slightly so I can look into his eyes. I wrap my fingers around his biceps, my nails digging into the flesh. Somehow, he’s lost all his clothes.
I don’t even know how or when he took them off, but I can’t wait for him to slide inside me. I can’t wait for him to stretch me. To make me ache. To consume me like only he can. I know how he feels inside me, and it’s almost as if I crave it now.
“Widen your legs, Mill. Hold them open for me. I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Oh god.
Yes.
Releasing his biceps, I reach down to wrap my hands around the backs of my thighs as I open them for him, pulling them back slightly so my knees are almost resting on the mattress.
I’m probably going to regret this position when I’m dancing in a few hours. My muscles will be fatigued, but I don’t care.
Not a single bit.
With one swift thrust, he’s balls deep inside me. Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh, then whimper as he digs his knees into the mattress, the hairs of his thighs touching the cheeks of my ass.
“I want your eyes on me, Mill. I want to see every fucking thought that runs through your head. I’m going to fuck you hard now.”
Whimpering, I open my eyes, and they connect to his. My lips part in an effort to respond to him, but nothing comes out. Instead, I let out a moan as he begins to move. Each stroke is hard but perfectly controlled.
Gripping my legs, I try as hard as I can to keep them open the way he wants, not just because he wants it, but also because it feels just that amazing. Each downstroke, each slam of his hips against me feels euphoric.
With every thrust, the muscles in my legs grow shakier. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to do this. I’m worried I’m about to let go when I hear his groan. It’s almost guttural. It’s so damn sexy that it makes my entire body break out in goose bumps, giving me an extra adrenaline rush of strength to keep ahold of my legs.
There is something off-the-charts sexy about me being the reason he makes that noise.
“Mill,” he grinds out as his teeth gnash together and sweat breaks out over his skin. It’s a light sheen of dampness, and my fingers itch to slide over his slick skin. “You feel so fucking good. This pussy is so goddamn perfect. Who do you give this cunt to?” he demands.
I know what he wants to hear. He wants to hear that it’s him. Only him. Will only ever be him and has always been him. And he would be right. Because even though I haven’t been celibate the past decade, my body has always been his. It has always belonged to just him.
“It’s yours, Axton,” I instantly respond without a single ounce of hesitation.
“Who touches it?” he asks.
“You, Axton.”
