CHAPTER 21 Miller Banks
I Can’t Help It
Did I really just admit that I’ve had feelings for her for a long time?
I might have, but I’m not really sure what the hell is coming out of my mouth.
Strings of words. Filthy phrases.
Your cunt is so fucking tight, Soph.
You feel so good.
This pussy was made for my cock.
I’m not stopping until this cunt is dripping with my come.
I don’t know where that last one came from. It doesn’t even sound like me, and it’s impossible right now anyway since I’m wearing a condom, but I just muttered those very words as I slammed into her over and over.
Her response only spurs me on. “God, yes, Miller. Wreck my pussy.”
Fuck. I’ll wreck the shit out of it.
“Your pussy is even tighter than I imagined,” I say, more words that should stay in my brain but are slipping out as if her pussy holds some sort of magic truth serum.
God, I love you . I keep that one inside .
I hold it because I don’t want to go overboard our first time together.
I don’t want to scare her away.
She’s too tight. It’s too good. Too hot, too slick, too wet, too perfect.
As much as I want this to last forever, I know it can’t.
I drop my mouth to her neck as I feel my body start to tighten with need. I’m close, and I feel her pussy clenching onto me. She’s close, too. I slam into her, picking up the pace. “Wrap your legs around me,” I demand, and I feel her legs move around my torso as I continue slamming into her.
Fire burns at the base of my spine as the pleasure starts its ascent. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I grunt.
“So am I,” she cries back at me.
I give her a few more powerful thrusts before my body betrays me. A guttural growl rises up from my chest as I start to come, and her pussy is like a vise on my cock as her body gives way to the pleasure.
My drives slow as we both ride out the wave, but she keeps her legs locked around me even as we both start to come down from the high of a brutal, all-consuming climax.
I collapse on top of her, pulling out of her and sliding down a bit, careful not to put my full weight on her even though I’m physically depleted after that release.
She holds me against her as we both fight to catch our breath after that rigorous workout, and I rest my head on her chest as her legs unlock and she drops them back onto the bed.
I feel her pussy on my lower stomach, warm and wet and still pulsing after her release, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more content than I do in this very moment.
We’re both quietly lost in thought even though we’re still lost in each other when she finally speaks .
“Miller, that was—” She cuts herself off as she searches for the right word.
“Unexpected?” I guess.
She chuckles a little. “Yeah. And amazing.”
I move off of her and settle in beside her, pulling her into my arms so her back is against my front. “It really was,” I murmur.
I’m nearly asleep when I hear her playful voice. “You imagined my pussy being tight?”
I jolt awake, and I lean up, bending my arm at the elbow as I rest my face on my palm. I pull on her shoulder until she turns in my direction, and I stare down at her gorgeous face.
We already crossed the line. May as well leap right the fuck over it.
“From the day I met you, I wondered how tight it was.”
It’s dark in here since we bumped our way in without bothering with the lights, but I left the door open, and light filters in across her face from the hallway. I see her cheeks redden.
“That’s just fourteen-year-old Miller talking,” she says.
I shake my head. “Twenty-year-old Miller wondered, too. But it was thirty-year-old Miller who got to find out.”
“Lucky guy.”
I raise a brow. “You have no idea.”
She looks like she wants to say something, and I have a feeling I know what it is.
To be honest, I’m wondering, too. What does all this mean? How will it affect our friendship? How will it affect our new living situation?
Will we do that again? And…when?
They’re all questions I want the answers to, but we also have all the time in the world stretching out before us. We can talk tomorrow.
Tonight…well, tonight I just want to kiss her again .
I lean down and press my lips to hers, and she seems to melt into me. Damn if I’m not raring to go already.
I hold it together. I can’t literally wreck her pussy even though I’m tempted to get right back in there.
“Do you want to shower?” I ask quietly. Most women I’ve been with seem to want to freshen up after sex, and I’m never opposed to slippery, wet tits covered in soap bubbles.
“I do, but I also don’t want to move. You really did wreck my pussy with that enormous dick. How do you walk around all day with that thing?”
“That thing?” I ask, feeling a little defensive.
She chuckles, and she glances down between us. “It’s like…” She holds up her hands to exaggerate my length.
So I’ve got a big cock. I can’t help it.
I push her hands a little closer.
“What’s that, like…ten inches?” she asks.
“Right around nine when it’s hard,” I admit.
“Jesus Christ,” she mutters. “And how do you know that?”
“Rulers. Men are idiots,” I say with a playful shrug.
She giggles. “And, what, like Coke can girth?”
“No. A Coke can is eight inches in circumference. The average dick is closer to four.”
“How do you know this?” she asks.
“The internet. Teenage boys are also idiots.”
“And yours is…?” She trails off as she waits for me to fill in the blank.
“Above average.”
“In basically everything you do,” she says flatly.
“You’re one to talk.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, I don’t know…your books are bestsellers, for one thing. Not everyone who publishes a book can say that. ”
She purses her lips and narrows her eyes at me. “Okay, go on.”
I chuckle. “You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever been inside, and your tits fit perfectly into my palm.” I grab one in my hand to prove my point, and she laughs. “Never mind that sexy laugh of yours.”
“My laugh is sexy ? Since when?”
“Since always,” I say.
I’m giving myself away. I know I am. But I can’t seem to stop.
“Have you always been this sexy?” she asks.
I lift a shoulder, and she twists her lips before she tilts her head and moves to catch my lips with hers. “About that shower…can we do a bath instead?”
“We?”
She nods and ducks her head a little. “Baths for two are way better than baths for one.”
“That’s the wine talking, but I’ll take slippery, soapy tits wherever I can get them.”
She giggles as she sits up, and then she turns back to look at me. “Bring a condom. Just in case.”
She scampers toward the bathroom in a fit of giggles, and I grab another condom just in case before I follow her in.