47. Millie
CHAPTER 47
Millie
Caden’s jeans fall to the ground as I push his boxers down, letting his cock spring free.
Fuck.
It’s bigger than I thought.
But I want it.
I want him .
I wrap my fist around the base as I sink to my knees, paying no mind to the dirt or branches below.
A glistening bead of arousal rests on his tip. I take a single teasing lick, relishing in the taste of him as torture paints his features.
“Can I?” I ask, looking up at him from my knees, his thick head resting on my bottom lip.
“Yes,” he grunts. “ Fuck , yes. You never have to ask.”
I flatten my tongue against his shaft, letting it roll around him. Moving my head back and forth, I moan, taking more of him with each stroke.
Our eyes lock as I pull back and spit on his cock, letting it run down his length. My cheeks hollow out as I continue to suck, both hands moving over his shaft in perfect rhythm with my mouth.
“Deeper,” he groans, stroking his hand through my hair, holding it away from my face. “Give me more, Millie.”
I do as I’m told, placing my hands on either side of his thighs as I pull his hips forward, leaving him to take the lead.
My core tightens as he hits the back of my throat, the pressure building in me as I let his tentative thrusts become more fevered, leaving me gasping for air in the best way.
“ Fuck .” He pauses, pulling out of me as he holds my mouth open with his thumb. “Good. Fucking. Girl.”
His eyes fall shut, teeth gritting back and forth as he holds me still.
“You still want to take it slow?” I tease, sensing he’s seconds from boiling over.
“Absolutely fucking not! Get up here.”
I’m no sooner on my feet than I am off them again, my body falling back against the picnic table as Caden tears the remaining lace off my body.
He pulls my thigh up to his hip, lining his thick head up with my slit as he drags himself through my wetness.
I gasp, sharp heat prickling at my walls as he slides the tip in, stretching me open. I’m ready for him but it still hurts. Regardless, I can’t help but want so much more.
“Deep breaths, pretty girl.” His thumb finds my cheek, rubbing against it with a tenderness that reminds me just why I want to give everything to this man. “Just like that.”
I nod, hanging on his every word.
Each thrust brings a mixture of pain and pleasure with it, adding to my mounting ache for release .
“You’re taking me so well.” He leans forward, pulling me into a fiery kiss, his tongue commanding mine, reminding me that he’s in charge. “Just like I knew you would. You were made for me.”
He’s attentive, taking it slow, letting my body adjust to the size of him, until he’s fully seated in me.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “You feel so good.”
I want all of him, but he’s still holding back.
I push up to my elbows, cocking my head as I watch him move in and out of me with careful, restrained thrusts. I don’t want him to treat me like I was built to break.
I want him to let go.
I want the dark, depraved, hungry version of him.
I want it all.
“Don’t be gentle with me, Caden.” I shift my hips towards his, angling them up slightly, forcing him deeper. “I want you to fuck me like I belong to you.”
His jaw tightens, pupils dilating until his irises are inked in black.
He steps back, pulling out as he scoops his hand under my hips and flips me onto my stomach. I feel his cock resting against my ass cheeks. His fist wraps around my hair, tugging me up towards him, his mouth close against my ear.
“You are mine, Millie. You’ve been mine since the first day I laid eyes on you.” His breathing is laboured. “But I need you to be ready, I need to hear it from you. Tell me you’re mine and I’ll show you just how good it feels to belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” I reply without hesitation, trusting him now with my body, but knowing it goes way deeper than that. I’m ready to give myself to him in every way, in every corner of my life.
I want to be his.
Without question.
“Good,” he replies, leaving a tender kiss on my temple before he drives into me in rough, desperate movements, giving me exactly what I asked for.
His cock fills me completely.
I am at his mercy, pinned beneath him as he thrusts deeper with each stilted breath, but I’ve never felt more safe in my life.
His free hand grips my hip, fingers digging into my skin as he pauses, holding me in place.
“I’m close, Millie.” His voice is a mere rasp. “I want you to come for me.”
“Then make me,” I reply, knowing that I’m closer than I’ve ever been, but not sure if my mind will let me fall over the edge.
He reaches his hand round my hips, rubbing my clit with steady, even pressure.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I… I don’t know.” Embarrassment threatens to kill the moment we’ve created. “I’ve never… finished.”
Caden steps back, pulling my body up until I’m standing, my skin flush against his. His hard cock is warm against the small of my back, calloused hands roaming my curves as his teeth nip at my shoulder.
“Are you telling me you've never had an orgasm, Adams?”
I nod, grateful that I’m facing away from him so he can’t see the shame spreading over my face .
“Fuck, how lucky am I?” He turns me towards him, lifting my ass up to rest on the edge of the table. “Getting to explore your body, taking my time to find out what you like.” His hot lips brush my forehead. “Now, lie back for me.”
He doesn’t give my embarrassment an ounce of air time, refusing to let me beat myself up over my stubborn body. That kindness sends a jolt of heat through me, reminding me how turned on I am simply by the man that he is.
Lifting my legs, he spins my body so I’m stretched out over the width of the table, my head hanging back over the edge.
I feel his fingers first, moving in and out of me with slow, intentional pressure, curling against my walls.
“That’s it, Princess.” He rests his free hand on my lower abdomen, pressing down slightly. “Close your eyes, try to relax if you can.”
He lets his mouth follow, pecking softly against my clit before adding his tongue, licking and sucking, coaxing sensation to my core.
“You taste so fucking good, Millie.”
Blood rushes to my head, as a black haze starts to move through my mind, taking the place of my thoughts one by one, begging me to let myself go.
A knot forms in my core, tightening with each stroke of Caden’s tongue, tighter and tighter until my legs are trembling, my walls clamping down on his fingers.
“You’re so close.” Caden’s voice is brazen. “You feel that? You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
He drops his head again, feasting on me until I’m feeling everything, all at once. I’m teetering on the edge, seconds from falling in, when he pulls back, drawing his fingers out of me.
I instantly feel the void.
“Please, Caden,” I cry, desperate to feel release. “I need this.”
“I’m sorry ,” he replies, notching his head at my entrance. “I’m being selfish, but I’ve got to feel this too.”
He pushes his length into me, one hand pulling my hips up towards him, the other rolling my clit between his thumb and forefinger.
His thrusts are deliberate at first, and then rabid, as I fall deeper and deeper into my own building pleasure.
His mouth finds mine, biting at my puckered skin.
“Come for me, Millie.” He drives into me, hard and deep. “I want to feel you throbbing on my cock.”
An involuntary moan tears through the quiet of the night, Caden’s name on my lips as I clench tightly, only to fall apart completely, ripples of pleasure moving through me.
He stalls, holding my hips in place as his body jerks in mine.
“Holy fuck,” I laugh, all other words wiped from my vocabulary as my body starts to come down from its high.
Caden slumps down next to me – our breathing ragged, both of us bare, satiated and spent under the star dappled night sky.
“You okay?” he asks, moving a wet wipe over my skin as he cleans up the evidence of his release. “Things got a little rough there.”
“I’m the furthest thing from okay . I think I might have entered another dimension for a minute there… I can’t be lieve I’ve gone this long without becoming acquainted with the wizardry of your cock.”
He lies back against the table, pulling a blanket up to cover us and placing a cushion under my head.
“That good, huh?” He laughs, slotting his body in behind mine and looping an arm over my stomach. “I was prepared to go all night to get it right for you, but it seems I nailed it right off the bat.”
“Oh, well…” His gentle kisses along my neck send a new wave of need through me. “I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to another round, just to make sure the first wasn’t a fluke.”
“I don’t do flukes, Adams.” He drags his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. “But rest assured, if you need me to prove that to you, I will. I’ll do it again, and again, and again. Until you realize that I look after what’s mine, I won’t fuck around when it comes to giving you what you deserve, and that includes making sure you come, every time. Got it?”
“Got it,” I gulp, pushing his hand down my body towards the apex of my thighs.
Greedy.
Hungry for more.