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I slide my hands up her legs and savor every panting breath she takes, shimmering in the air.
I move my hand to palm her creamy slit, already so wet for me, hot and soaking my hand as I rub her up and down, smearing her wetness from her hole over her lips and her clit.
I look up to see her gazing down at me, eyes wide, biting her lower lip as though she’s intent on piercing her skin.
“Are you going to give me every last fucking drop, Millie?” I snarl. “Are you going to give me the best drink of my life?”
“Hmm,” she whimpers, nods, and then smiles sassily.
I can’t help but smirk in return, remembering our hmm banter from earlier today at the harbor.
Before somebody slashed my tires.
I push that from my mind, telling my suspicions that they have no place here, not now, not when I’m with my woman.
I bury my face in her hole.
I can’t hold back once I’ve got a taste of her, the sweetness of it like manna straight from a sinner’s heaven, filling my mouth and sliding over my tongue as I listen to her moans, getting louder, sweeter, wilder.
I grip her thighs firmly, savoring the thickness of them.
“I need to taste it,” I snarl, knowing that my breath must be whispering over her by the way she shivers. “I need you to fill my mouth with your come. Do you understand? I need you to squirt in my mouth.”
“I’ll—try,” she gasps.
“That’s all I’m asking,” I growl, and then take her again.
I attack her pussy with an arsenal of tongue and hand, slipping my finger into her wet eager hole as I lick her clit, suck her lips, take every part of her I can, and praying that I remember how she tastes, how she feels, everything.
She starts to buck against me, her hips twitching in a way that makes my cock twinge with solidity. I resist the urge to pull my cock out and take her right here, remembering her nerves from before.
Instead, I take pleasure from her pleasure, slipping my finger deeper, swirling my tongue around her clit until her moans become hollow as if she can’t quite find her breath.
“Oh—my …”
“Do it,” I snarl fiercely. “Cream for me.”
“Ahhh,” she cries.
My tongue goes into overdrive as she begins to squirm, and then she pauses and I can feel her gathering her energy. I gorge myself on her, slipping my tongue inside of her, opening my mouth so my upper lip brushes against her clit.
She moans again and writhes against my face, her delicious juices squirting out of her hole and into my mouth, right to the back of my throat. I swallowing deeply, taking them as quickly as I can, tasting her womb in the sweetness, as though her body is giving me a message that she’s ready—a message passed down over thousands of years, a primal fucking confirmation.
I lift her off the bed and drag her closer to my mouth, drinking from her like I’ve waited my whole life for this because I have. I just didn’t know it.
She reaches down and pushes against the back of my head, and that just drives me fucking feral.
I can already feel her shyness melting away, something else taking its place, something that will carry us through countless years of carnal closeness.
I slide my hands up to her ass cheeks, squeezing them and massaging them as I hold her up, drinking the last squirting cream of her orgasm.
And then she collapses back, panting, her hands falling slack as I lean back and look up at her in wonder.
“Fucking hell, Millie,” I snarl. “You’re so goddamn beautiful it hurts.”
She smiles, despite the redness in her cheeks. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “But I think there’s something you should know before we go any further.”
“Okay,” I say, ready for whatever it is.
With her, I can face anything.
“It’s just that—”
A crash comes from downstairs.
Glass shattering.
I leap to my feet, instincts kicking in, running for the door.Chapter TenMillieA twisted part of me is glad as we stand in the kitchen, staring down at the brick that lies on the floor amidst the shattered glass.
Outrage, disgust, terror … they all simmer beneath the surface.
But I’m glad because it means I can delay what I was going to tell Markus upstairs in the bedroom, lying there half naked, my core aching contentedly from where he assailed it with his tongue.
Standing here now with my panties wet and clinging to me, I still find it hard to believe that we just did that, that we gave into crazy desire like that.
I’ve never just let myself go before. I never thought I’d be capable of it.
But with him, I feel like a different woman. He’s changing me already.
And he will for the rest of our lives.
