“Show me again.”
“I’ll show you every fucking day.”
With that, Miller presses a hand between my shoulder blades while still holding my hip in a tight grip with his other hand. I bend over and catch myself on my hands on the mattress. Miller growls and slides his hands all over my back, my ass, my thighs, nudging my legs apart so he can stroke my aching pussy from behind.
I moan and buck my hips, rubbing against his hand shamelessly. Miller fists the back of my underwear, the only piece of clothing I still have on. He pulls, making the material scrape along my throbbing clit.
“Miller…” I moan.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Miller…” I can’t seem to say anything else, but I don’t need to. He growls and rips my panties off of me, making me gasp as my hips jerk back.
“I’ve got you, love. Hang on.”
I barely register his words before he slams his thickness into me, setting a relentless pace. I cry out as he stretches the walls of my swollen, dripping pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot hard and fast, over and over.
My fists clench the sheets, and my head drops forward as Miller fucks me roughly, bouncing me off his cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and gasp for air, each thrust going deeper, deeper, so damn deep it feels like he’s choking me with his dick.
“Rya, goddamn, every single time I think it can’t get any better,” he groans. I nod my head and whimper in agreement. Every time with him feels new, intense, and thrilling.
Miller pulls out suddenly, making me gasp at the loss of him. I look at him over my shoulder just in time to see him drop to his knees behind me and grip my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He growls and sucks on my clit before licking up my slit and circling my asshole with the tip of his tongue.
Every nerve ending in my body sparks at once, making me shudder violently. My arms give out and I faceplant into the mattress, but Miller doesn’t stop. He covers me with his saliva and attacks my pussy, scraping his teeth along my lips and then licking away the sting. Miller thrusts his tongue in and out of my entrance until pinpricks of light flash in my eyes.
The pressure in my core is intense and blinding as he keeps pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer, so fucking close I can taste it.
And then he’s gone. Frustrated tears burn my eyes. I’mright there. Miller spanks my ass, growling at the way my soft flesh jiggles. He grips my ass cheeks in a punishing hold and enters me in one hard, gut-twisting thrust.
A furious orgasm crashes over me as my pussy knots around his huge cock over and over. Pleasure bordering on pain surges through me, and I cry out with each brutal stroke. I claw at thesheets and somehow find the strength to push myself back up on my arms. I rock back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My next orgasm takes me by surprise, flashing through me like lightning. Miller snarls and fists my hair, tugging at the strands while I come around his cock. I bow my back, changing the angle of my hips so he's hitting me impossibly deeper. I'm struck by lightning again, coming hard and fast. The electricity from my sudden, intense orgasms lingers in my veins, keeping me impossibly close to the edge.
My world suddenly spins, and when I open my eyes, I see Miller hovering above me, pressing my back into the mattress as he dips his head down and claims my mouth with his own.
“Need to kiss you while I make you squirt for me,” he grunts, hooking a hand under my knee and spreading me open for him.
Miller settles in between my thighs and slides his hard length through my pussy lips, gathering up my wetness and rubbing my clit with the head of his cock.
“I can’t come again,” I whimper.
His lips twist up into a savage smile like he can't wait to prove me wrong. I don't think he'll have to wait long. Despite my protests, my body feels like it's on fire and the only one who can put it out is Miller.
“Let me show you all of the things this sexy little body can do,” he says in that dark, gravelly tone that makes me shiver.
Miller pushes his cock into my entrance, sinking into me slowly and filling me up inch by agonizing inch. He teases me with long, languid strokes in and out while kissing down my neck and chest, pausing to suck on my pulse point.
I cry out and bow my back off the mattress, making Miller groan and focus his attention on my tits. He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder, faster, while lapping at my nipples and biting the sensitive peaks.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips, rocking into him as he tears me apart. Miller’s muscles tense and flex as he hammers into me, his strokes becoming uneven and frantic.
An almost suffocating pressure blooms in my core, overwhelming me with its intensity. My entire existence shrinks down to this moment, this connection, the way Miller is breaking me, healing me, showing me how much he loves me.
I stare into Miller’s blue eyes, needing him to see what he’s doing to me. We don’t have to talk, we only have to be here in this moment, sharing every emotion without words.
Every muscle in my body twitches, tenses, and then locks up. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest and squeezes up tightly as I hold my breath.
“Come for me, Rya. Fuck, please come for me,” he grits out, sounding pained.
