Page 46 of Obsessed Mr. O’Brian

She swallows. I suck my fingers and lick my hand until her flavor fades. Tears swim in her eyes. I release her hair, uncertain when I grabbed a fistful, and caress her cheek.

“Was I too rough?”

She shakes her head, but her pale blue eyes glisten and a drop forms on her lashes.

“Did I hurt you?”

Another head shake. My come drips off her chin as the single tear slips off her lashes and rolls down her face.

“Is it gross?”

She scoffs, huffs, and devolves into laughter. Her mirth pulls my lips into a smile and clears me of worry, and I join her as I replay my ridiculous question.

Nothing about what we just did was gross. Debauched, frenzied, and dirty, but never gross.

I will never get enough of Millie’s perfect body, and by the awe in her gaze, the feeling is mutual. When she calms enough to roam hungry eyes over my cock and capture her swollen bottom lip between her teeth, I growl, pull my pants up my legs so I don’t trip on them, and turn away even as blood rushes to my crotch and stiffens my shaft.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll take you against the mirror,” I snarl.

When I grab the box of tissues and turn back toward her, fresh lust lights an inferno in my blood.

On her knees with my spunk on her chin and chest and a smile on her face, I long to drop to the ground and worship her. She’s too stunning. Too perfect. Too gorgeous.

With my cock glistening from her spit, I consider tucking myself away to avoid getting out of control again, but cleaning and caring for my angel is more important, so I ignore my throbbing dick and wipe my seed from her chin with a tissue.

She snags a few squares from the box and begins cleaning her chest. I, of course, join in and help and enjoy a few stolen caresses. Her soft, delicate skin enchants me, and I can’t stop myself from circling her nipple as it hardens. I pinch and roll the peak between my fingers and relish her cute little squeak. She grabs my thighs. Her hair teases my cock.

I snarl and step back.

She closes a fist around me.

Fireworks burst through my entire body, but I’m too spent to come again. I grab her wrist.

She lifts pure blue eyes to mine.

I’m a goner. I stand as still as a statue as she wipes me clean and explores me with her gentle fingers. When she leans back but doesn’t release me, I adjust my pants and guide my cock into my underwear with her hand still wrapped around me. Disappointment shines from her eyes as I tug her wrist. She pulls her hand out with obvious reluctance.

Lola’s groggy cry filters in from under the door.

We scramble to fix ourselves like teens caught in the act by their parents. I capture Millie by her hips and pull her flush against me.

“You’re wearing this tonight, but try on the entire rack.”

She lifts a brow.

“I don’t need—”

“Then I’ll buy the entire store and give you orgasms in each dress until you’re too weak to argue. How does that sound, my angel?”

She nods. Stops. Shakes her head.

I chuckle and take her lips in a drugging kiss. She tastes of my spunk. Her cream still lingers on my tongue. The flavors duel and merge.

Sex with Millie Grant is going to be epic.

I pull away and press our foreheads together for a moment before turning and exiting the changing room.

Lola demands to be in my arms, which means she isn’t ready for her nap to be over, so I lift her off the couch and walk around the circular waiting room a few times until she falls back asleep.