Chapter 9 Cyrus
Cyrus
The moment I get Millie inside, I realize I’ve lost this battle. I can’t keep fighting myself.
As soon as the word girlfriend slipped past those lips, I’d made up my mind. Whatever it takes, this woman is going to stay by my side. Even if it takes convincing her father for the rest of our days to accept us, I need to make something happen.
To hell with the girlfriend title. Why not save time and just put a ring on her finger?
I don’t think I can wait that long for Jerry to give us his blessing. I’ll have a head of gray hair by then.
As soon as I’m shoving the containers in the fridge, Millie is filling the home with her laugh as I scoop her up. Making sure not to risk ruining her dress, I have to step out of Meatball’s tripping zone to get her to my room before I completely lose my mind.
She makes it hard, leaning up to kiss my cheek, then my jaw. Those little peppered kisses are going to be the death of me.
“Such a tease, you know that?” Groaning the words, the metal teeth of my zipper dig into my erection, begging me to hurry and seek relief.
“Says the man who’s yet to go all the way. Now that’s the real tease.” Murmuring the words against my jaw, her fingers start plucking at my shirt. More demanding than usual, I can bet that confessing her feelings was a big confidence booster.
Knowing damn well that I’ve left her pleased every time we’ve fooled around, I finally reach my room.
During her entire stay, this is the one place I’ve yet to do anything in.
All because I knew the moment I saw her spread out on my sheets, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back. Now, I don’t have a reason to.
“Let’s change that then.” Dropping her onto the bed, I watch her clutch the blanket immediately. “Instead of stopping at just one release, I’ll go until you can’t even use your legs. At that point, I’ll just have to carry you around, won’t I?”
The little minx bites her bottom lip and smiles, as if she’s excited. Makes me want to kick myself for waiting as long as I have.
Flipping up the bottom half of her dress, I’m not even surprised by the damp strip coating her underwear. Not with the way she was squirming at the diner. Seeing her seek friction like that only made me want to pull her onto my lap so she could use my jeans instead of those leather seats.
God, I really am shameless, aren’t I?
“Show me those breasts, angel.” Dipping my thumbs into her underwear, I drag them down her thighs. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t put on a bra.”
That’s punishable enough for me for taking her somewhere that she’d know other men could see her, choosing not to wear one. We’re lucky she distracted me well enough with wanting to stay at the ranch. For wanting to be mine.
Millie can’t help the breathy laugh that leaves her as she pushes the top of her dress down far enough to free her chest. Two hills big enough to fit the palm of my hands point at me with flushed, hardened nipples.
Giving a small arch to her back, her fingers ghost over those peaks before she pinches them.
A real fucking tease, she is. It’s a shame I can only get my mouth on one part of her at a time. With the glossy sheen to her pussy lips, the draw between her legs is far more tempting than her chest.
Pulling back, I have to finish the last few buttons she couldn’t get to before I shrug off my shirt. The undershirt is next to go before I’m gripping the leather belt wrapped around my hips.
“Let’s keep the dress on. I like it.” The loose fabric is barely getting in the way of revealing all of her flushed bits. “If I ruin it, then I’ll buy you another one.”
Buckle snapping against my wrist, the sting is hardly registered before I’m finally seeking out a little relief by unbuttoning my jeans.
“Cyrus…” Whining my name out of impatience, her eyes pinch shut, and her limbs twitch. “I need you.”
Instead of stripping bare, I’m crashing to the floor. My knees ache, but it’s worth the startled gasp she makes as I drag her to the edge. I need to prep her up first, make sure I don’t cause her an ounce of pain. Can’t do that if I get my bare cock anywhere near her.
I don’t relieve her where she aches. Not yet.
I drag the pad of my thumb down her slick slit, once, twice, collecting her wetness, spreading it.
Her hips jump as I part her lips and take in that sweet, swollen clit.
One little graze, and I watch as her entrance flutters, too eager for something to be put inside.
“Cyrus,” she begs again, moving one of her hands to fist the blankets. Her knuckles are a lovely shade of white.
“I know.” Keeping my eyes locked on hers as I lean in, I don’t tell her that the control on my restraints is already about nonexistent as it is. I won’t make her suffer… much.
Licking her from her entrance up to her clit, her thighs tremble against the bed. She’s trying not to jerk, interestingly enough. Probably knows wasting her energy is what takes her out every time I lead her toward pleasure.
After all this time working on the ranch, I can tell her endurance is growing by the day. Tonight, I believe she’ll survive a second round. I need her to.
“Such a good girl, Millie…” Murmuring her favorite words, I pull away just far away enough to push a finger inside. Already feeling the squeeze of her fingers, I bury myself deep to the knuckle. “I should put three of these in you tonight. Think you can handle it?”
“Three?” Her walls flutter before she nods. “I trust you…”
I’m forced to shove a hand down between my thighs to squeeze my cock, forcing myself not to get too affected by all that trust she wants to give. This woman would let me bend her like a pretzel if it meant feeling good by the end of it.
I watch her face, the play of frustration and desperate want, as I begin to push a second finger inside. She sucks it inside immediately, rocking her hips slightly as I rub that special spot she likes so much.
Then, finally, a third. Just the tip, then retreat, over and over again.
A shallow, teasing penetration that has her throwing her head to the side.
I’d think I was hurting her if it weren’t for the moans leaving her hoarse.
Finally, I relent, sinking all three fingers in completely.
She’s so tight, clenching around me instantly.
“That’s it,” I soothe, curling my finger slightly, finding that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back. “You did it, angel.”
I work her open by thrusting those three digits until I feel the slick of her juices sliding down the palm of my hand. She’s going to leave a damp spot against my sheets at this rate.
Not going to want to wash them ever.
Returning my mouth to her clit, I follow the same pace as my fingers. Looking up past the blue fabric, I catch her watching me, her eyes hazy and dilated.
Her body is telling, her chest rising and falling faster and faster. Feeling her clench around my fingers, I keep the same pace until she’s clamping down and crying out my name.
It’s a beautiful sight. One I’m never going to grow tired of seeing.
Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her release. My gaze never leaves her spent, blissful face. Moving to my feet, I’m shoving my pants and boxers down to my ankles.
She spots my cock bobbing and reaches out to touch me. Knowing I’m barely going to avoid coming as soon as I’m buried inside, I grab her hand to stop her.
“Not now. Show me you’ve got the energy more by moving back.” Releasing her, I grip myself instead. Another brutal squeeze has my toes digging into the floor. “I’m going to need some room.”
Slowly, she does as she’s told before dragging herself back. Her hands fist the middle of her dress, and I notice the sheen of sweat clinging to her skin.
Joining her, I lean in to lick her throat.
“You’re going to make it hard to last long, you know that?
” Kissing her neck and leaving little marks to remember tonight, my hips shift forward and grind until her release coats every inch I plan to give her.
Unable to help myself, I have to kiss her breasts, too.
She’s happy to thrust her chest into my face once I’m wrapping my lips around the sensitive buds one at a time.
“Once I’m inside of you, I won’t ever want to leave. The things you do to me…”
Rolling my hips, I suffer for just a few more precious seconds before I’m shoving a hand between us.
“Need you inside…” Parting her thighs even further, she shifts until she’s wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around mine. “Please, I can take it. Cyrus…”
Reducing her to a begging state has me pushing inside. The first few inches are easy, but then I’m met with a grip so tight, it’s a miracle I don’t spill everything right then and there. Can’t ruin the first time we’re together like this just because I can’t hold myself back.
“Need to go slow…” Furrowing my brow, I pull back and sink in a little deeper. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
Her body curls and her breath hitches. Instead of groaning at the stretch, she’s surprising me by wrapping her ankles around my hips and encouraging me to sink the rest of the way.
I do. I thrust until she’s got a vice grip on every inch, suffocating me as I bottom out. Not daring to move after, I hear her groan.
“This is why I wanted to take it slow…” Cursing under my breath, I have to move before she snaps my dick in half. Holding my breath, I pull back. “Are you okay?”
Through her glossy lashes, her mouth curves into the kind of smile that steals my heart all over again. “I’m okay, I promise. It’s because it’s you, Cyrus.” Collecting herself, she rolls her hip. “Keep going. I can take it.”
My sweet girl is so strong. Brave, too. I compliment her as I give her what she wants. Going slow until I’m given the first proof of pleasure past those swollen lips, I’m thrusting deeper, faster.
God, she feels too fucking good. Wet velvet heat sucks me back in every time I pull back, like her pussy doesn’t ever want to say goodbye.
Her back bows against the bed, and she’s already nearing a second orgasm. So greedy. Too bad I’m not there yet. I need more.
A gasp leaves her as I pull back entirely, denying her the release. Before she can ask why I’ve left, she’s scrambling as I flip her onto her stomach. I don’t have to worry about hurting her, not when she’s automatically lifting her ass in the air for more.
“Stay down for me, angel.” Pressing a hand against the middle of her back, I keep her front half down into the blankets. “Let me do all the hard work and take care of everything.”
Trembling and shaking, she nods as I fist the bottom half of her dress until I have a steady grip. Positioning myself with my other hand, I yank her back onto my cock and make her cry out as she sheathes me completely.
“What a good fucking girl.” Hardly recognizing my voice and the urgency coming from it, I can’t think about the words that leave me as I rock into her.
They keep coming, making her flush darker as more praise slips out.
The new angle lets me press even deeper, rocking into her just right before she’s back to crying out.
“You want me to pull out, Millie? If I don’t, I’m going to make sure I bury myself so deep, there’ll only be one outcome. ”
Meaning, if she still holds any doubt about her future, I need to know now.
Her whole body tenses before a wave of pleasure overcomes her. Clamping down, she cuts how much time I have left in half, and I’m already barely holding on.
“Don’t—” Shaking her head, it’s the best vocal answer she can get out. Despite her body reaching its limit, she rocks back, meeting my final thrusts halfway, if not more.
A roar leaves my chest as everything leaves me all at once. Pulse by pulse, her body milks me of every drop I have to offer until I’m slumping over her, my breathing sawing in and out of me.
We stay like that until we’ve gotten everything out of our system. A low groan leaves me as I pull out. The bastard I am, I enjoy seeing the white of my release seep out. Without thinking, I push it back inside with my thumb.
While I might not have her lie on her back and cross her ankles, or whatever the hell those old wives’ tales are, I still want to make sure there’s some kind of chance of something sticking.
Millie collapses on her side once we’re no longer connected and lets out a groan herself.
“Sorry.” Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder. “I was rougher than I planned.”
“That was…” She giggles, the sound exhausted. “Perfect, Cyrus.”
Getting off the bed, it feels so fucking good to pick her up in my arms. “How about a nice hot bath? That’ll give me time to change out the bedding. Then after that, we can sleep.”
Her nose grazes my throat as she snuggles for my warmth. “Together? In your bed?”
I should’ve done it ages ago, honestly. If I didn’t trust myself in my bed, I’m sure I could’ve held back in hers.
“Yeah, angel. Together.” Hugging her closer, it’s a silent promise that together will be the only option from now on.
There’s no going back. Now that she’s mine, I’m not going to let her go.