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Mila snatched Milo’s hand from the air with an aggressive grunt. Then she leapt like a cat, bowling him over backwards. Sprawled on the ground, he blinked up at her in shock. “Mila-”
Her eyes squinted down at him, and her lips widened into a manic grin.
Before he had time to register his surprise, her mouth was on his. His tongue was dancing around hers, and they were locked in an embrace that felt permanent.
He felt her hands rushing down to his pants.
“I’m so excited,” he chattered, gushing her words. Her fingers worked the button frantically. “I’m so excited, Milo. I could go insane! I’m telling you. I’m going crazy right now.”
He reached down and twisted the button loose before cupping her face in his hands. “Relax, Mina,” he told her softly. “There’s no rush.”
“Speak for yourself,” she snorted, using one hand to pluck the buttons of her shirt while the other tugged at her pants. She lifted herself to get them down past her knees and kicked them off. “Milo, I gotta… I gotta do it. With you! Before ya change your mind! And before I lose mine…”
She ripped at his pants, pulling them only partway down. Staring at his manhood, she licked her lips and the manic smile looked like it might soon reach her ears.
Almost drooling, she grabbed his shaft in her fingers and moaned.
“I can’t believe I’m touching it now,’ she whimpered. “It’s my turn.”
“Yeah,” he soothed, trying to calm her down. “It’s your turn, Mila. So, take it easy. Just relax. Okay?”
She nodded, but her eyes were wild. Her voice cracked a little; “Okay.”
But she didn’t slow down. With her hand still gripping him, she finally got her shirt all the way off. Her breasts bounced in front of him, her nipples the color of blushing apricot.
He reached for them immediately, grabbing them firmly in both hands. As he ran his thumbs over her nipples, she let out a feral groan and her gaze, unwavering as she stared into his eyes, glittered like a cat who’d spotted prey.
A hint of her melon-scented perfume filled his nostrils, and he squeezed her breasts a little harder, making her bare her teeth and lunge down to kiss him again. As she kissed him, she ground herself against his cock. Her smooth hot wetness rubbed up and down his shaft.
She snatched hold of his shirt.
And tore it open. Buttons skittered away, and she dropped her mouth to his neck, sucking hard. A sharp pain cut through him, but he bucked his hips and she just groaned as his firm rod rubbed hard against her slit.
“I want them to know,” Mila whispered. “I want them to know you were mine right now.”
“Alright,” he said, knowing there was a big red mark on his neck now. He had a feeling she was going to apply it each time.
It meant he’d need to wear a collar all the time.
Or get a scarf.
As she licked at the hickey, he thought maybe he’d need both.
She kept grinding against him, pecking at his neck some more until coming back up to his mouth. His saliva mixed with her juices, and he could taste hints of apple.
She’d had an apple earlier.
He remembered her crunching on it while staring at him from under the desk.
Her eyes on him.
His heart raced as her outer folds clenched around the tip of his member. More and more she was rubbing higher and higher, angling her hips. Trying to nudge him inside.
He could reach down and angle it for her. But she didn’t want it.
Not yet.
“I’m gonna mark you again,” she said, touching his chest. “Right here.”
Hunched over him like a vampire, Mila sucked on his chest above his nipple, pulling at the skin until it turned red and started to bruise. He hissed a little, but the pain wasn’t too great.
And it didn’t matter when she was grinding like she was.
The tip of his cock poked her entrance, and she flung her head back, arching her back with a loud gasp. “Milo!” She teased herself with him. Pressed at the tip with her sex.
He felt her resistance as she clenched to keep him out.
Instead, she slid her clit down his shaft again, moaning hard, returning her gaze to his, licking her lips.
“Do you want me?”
He nodded. “I want you.”
“Show me, Milo. Show me you want me.”
Another time he might have let her ride him. Use him. It’s what she wanted to do. But more than that, she wanted to feel his lust. Wanted to feel his craving. And know that all he could think about was her.
Grabbing her ass in both hands, he rolled them so he was on top. Without pausing, he clamped his lips around the crook of her neck.
And sucked it.
Sucked it hard.
“Oh!’
He wasn’t entirely sure a golem could bruise. But the golemskin puckered in his mouth and when he finally let go, it left a deep red mark behind. Grinning at her, he reached down and slid his fingers up her slit.
“I want you, Mila. More than that. I love you. Do you understand?”
A tear wobbled in the corner of her eye, and she nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“I know you find it hard to believe that,” he said, teasing her entrance with his tip. “But here. Let me show you. I want you to feel it, alright? Feel how much I want you. How much I love you.”
“Ahh!” Her cry pierced his ear as he slid inside her. With how wet she was, there was no resistance. She clenched tight, wrapping her legs hard around his hips.
He couldn’t afford to be gentle.
She didn’t want gentle.
She wanted to feel his desperation matching her own. Feel his madness for her expressed in a frenzy of sexual energy and rabid hunger.
He let himself go.
Thrusting into her over and over, his fingers threading into her hair and gripping her tight as she clawed at his back and let out little shrieks that only got higher and higher in pitch as plunged deeper into her.
“Milooo!” She suddenly broke, tears overflowing as she pulled him into herself. “Milo, I’m going crazy. Make me crazy!”
“Is this what you want?”
“It’s what I want!”
“Really?” He paused, holding his cock just inside her.
“Please!”
“You want it like this?”
“I dooooo!”
He leaned in and kissed her, feeling her respond frantically. She pulled at him, but he didn’t thrust again. He could feel their combined bodies trembling as the tension built and built.
“Milo,” she whined. “Please…”
“Do you believe me now?”
“Yes, yes, I believe,” she whimpered. “Please. Make me crazy.”
He grinned and kissed her softer. Slowly, he pushed inside her again. And slowly pulled almost all the way out. Then in. Out.
In.
Out.
A painfully slow rhythm that left her dripping. Her juices sliding between them. She bit her lips, bucking her hips. Trying to get it faster.
“Pleeeease…” She started to cry again, “Please, Milo. Please. Make me crazier. Do it. Please?”
He felt his cock thrumming inside her. He wanted it, too. But he let her sit on the edge of ecstasy. Let her feel his length.
“You want me to make you crazy?”
“Yes.”
“You want it faster?”
“Yes.”
“Harder?”
“Yes. Milo, yes!”
He hovered over her. Smiled down at her.
“Then, this is for you, Mila. All of it. Take it all. All my love.”
And he threw himself into the raging river, slamming so hard and fast into her that he thought his hips could outrace his heart.
Mila screamed.
A scream which turned into a long ecstatic wail as her orgasm smashed into her and her head rolled back while her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He felt her pussy clamp and clamp again.
Squeezing him.
Delirious on the sounds she was making, he found himself pumping into her. His cum exploded into her with each aggressive thrust.
“Take it,” he grunted. “Take it all.”
“I want it!” She shrieked, flailing under him. “Give it to me!”
He shot the last of his thick seed into her with a hard lunge that took him inside her right to the hilt. He held it there, spasming and shuddering.
Until not a single drop remained inside of him.
Looking down, he saw her staring at him. A look of complete worship on her face. “I’ve gone crazy,” she croaked, slumping under him. “Look at me, Milo. I’ve lost it.”
Sweat leaked off his brow, and he felt a sudden need to laugh.
To cover her in kisses.
And, if possible, do it all again.
Except she’d taken a lot out of him and he wasn’t sure if he could.
Later, as he struggled to pull his pants back on, Mila stood to one side. Her legs felt weak and bent inward at the knees.
For the first time since she’d returned from her mission with Fergus, she felt happy. Truly happy. She smiled at him as she wrapped his coat around her shoulders.
She couldn’t wait to see Tania and Selma again. Finally, they could hold each other as sisters and know they truly belonged to their engineer.
It was hard to resist reaching out to touch his face while he slept.
Hard to resist touching more.
Her body felt alive with electricity.
Gently, she lay back down beside him, draping an arm across his chest.
Finally, it was her turn to watch him sleep.
But first, she lifted a hand towards the vent above them. Thumb raised.
And heard the quiet skitter of feet as Click raced away.