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Cyrus pulled back with the promise of a long intimate night glittering in his eyes. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered and nipped at her earlobe.
“I wish we would’ve hired a limo, now.” Cyrus took Mila by the hand and led her to his car. “If we had a driver, I wouldn’t have had to wait to do all kinds of things to you.”
Mila laughed. “I can still do things to you.”
“No, no. Not while I’m driving. That wouldn’t be good for the other people if I got into an accident. No matter how amazing it would be for me.” Mila laughed even louder. “Besides, I don’t know how well you could maneuver in that dress.” Cyrus eyed her curves, breasts, and hips and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “My God. I don’t want to wait.”
“Well, you’re right about the dress. We’ll have to try it some other time. Let’s get home.”
Mila appreciated how practical Cyrus was most times, but she wanted him to push up her skirt and fuck her so badly that the inside of her thighs throbbed just thinking about it.
Cyrus drove home quicker than he should’ve.
Half of Cyrus’s tux was undone by the time they burst into the door. Mila kicked her shoes off and pulled off her veil. She turned to Cyrus. “You’re going to have to unbutton me.”
His solid hands turned her around, and he groaned. “Are you sure? We could just see how you’d maneuver in the dress.”
“It won’t be so bad.” Mila looked at him over her shoulder.
“You’re killing me with these buttons,” Cyrus teased.
A few moments later, the dress fell away, and Mila stepped out of the layers of fabric, revealing nothing more but a thin piece of material that passed as lacy underwear and a black garter.
“Where would you like me, Mr. Bechtel?”
Cyrus took Mila by both hands and spread her arms wide. He looked at her. “You are even more stunning now.” Cyrus pulled her in and sucked on her neck. He bit into it firmly, and Mila melted from the sensation.
“Mmm …” she moaned.
Cyrus walked her backward and twisted her around. He bent Mila over and placed her hands on the arm of the couch. “Stay there,” he whispered. Mila heard him unzip his pants, and she dripped with anticipation.
Cyrus slid his fingers between the lacy fabric and her skin. Mila shivered under his touch. He moved smoothly down her legs until her underwear was off.
Cyrus left her garter belt on. He took her by the waist and placed the front of his thighs against Mila’s. His long rod slid between her wet lips. “You’re already ready for me,” he growled.
“Yes,” Mila moaned. “I’ve been ready all day.”
“Hold on tight.”
Cyrus slid his dick between her legs and spread her wider. Mila’s nails dug into the couch as Cyrus thrust his dick into her. She released a long moan as Cyrus pulled her up by the waist and drove himself in.
His shaft swelled inside her. Her walls opened to him, leaving just enough room for her to convulse around his cock. She held on to the edge of the couch while Cyrus fucked her like he’d never done before.
No longer able to hold herself up on her toes as the pleasure throbbed through her center and radiated over her body, Mila hooked her feet around his legs, creating more room for him to push inside her.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Cyrus let out a roar that shook the walls.
“Are you ready?” Cyrus yelled through his thrusts and grunts.
His dick throbbed inside her. “Yes,” she panted as her climax peaked. She went over the edge, and Cyrus sank a claw into her hip. He carved his claiming mark into her supple flesh and released himself into Mila.
Both went to the floor in a heap of legs and arms.
They lay breathing heavily, waiting for the feeling to come back into their bodies.
Mila propped herself up on her elbows. She turned her hip and fingered it gently. Because of his shifter magic, there wasn’t blood, but it was swollen. It was red, and it would heal. She would always be Cyrus’s, and he would always be hers.
Mila turned her gaze to Cyrus and perked her brows. “Well, where do you want me now?”
