I raised my hand to cup her breast through her dress, making her let out a needy whine.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect, darlin’,” I murmured. “You know that? Perfect.”
I rolled my hips up slow and felt her clench around me, her nails digging into my shoulders. I did it again, deeper this time, and she started to move with me—that slow grinding roll, finding the rhythm, her forehead dropping to mine.
"Good girl," I said, low. "Just like that."
She whimpered.
"That's it." My hands guided her hips, the pace building, her breathing going ragged. "Take it. Take all of it."
"I've got it," she breathed. "I've got—Gage—"
"I know." I drove up harder and she gasped. "I know. You're so good, Millie. So perfect." I pressed my mouth to her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "Keep going just like this and I'm gonna get you pregnant tonight. You hear me? One night. Fill you up so many times there's no question."
"Yes," she said. Immediate. Fervent. Her hips snapped down to meet mine. "Yes, please?—"
"Yeah." I gripped her hips tighter, felt her slick heat clenching around me, felt her getting close. "That's what's going to happen. Every drop. Deep as I can get." I looked at her flushed face, her parted lips, those dark eyes glazed and locked on mine. "You want that."
“Please,” she begged. “Please,please, please…”
"Please what," I said.
"You know what," she breathed.
"Say it."
She whimpered. Her hips rolled and I gripped them harder, stilling her, making her feel every inch of what she was sitting on.
"Say it,Millie."
"Fill me up," she said. Desperate. "Please fill me up, I want—I need—Gage please I need you to?—"
"To what."
"Breed me." Loud. Unashamed. Her nails raked down my chest. "Please. Fill me up and get me pregnant, please, I need it, I need?—"
I drove up hard and she cried out.
"That's my girl," I growled. "That's exactly right."
I got my hand between us and found her clit and she nearly came off my lap with it, but I held her down, held her exactly where I wanted her, and worked her while I kept driving up into her and she was so loud about it, loud enough that if Sawyer wasanywhere on this property he was going to know exactly what was happening in this cottage and I did not care even slightly.
"You feel that?" I said, against her throat.
"Yes—"
"Feel how full you are."
"Yes."
"That's mine," I said. "All of that is mine. This pussy, this body—" I drove up again and she cried out. "Mine to fill up. Mine to take care of. Mine to?—"
"Yours," she gasped. "Yours, I'm yours, please?—"
I felt her clench and flutter and then she came absolutely apart—loud and shaking and soaked, her whole body seizing around me, her face in my neck, my name broken into pieces in her mouth.
I followed her over hard.
