Chapter 40
FORTY
Idon’t know how I made it through dinner.
All I know is that even though Millie had just given me the best blowjob of my fucking life, all I could think about was getting her back to the bungalow. Getting her somewhere where I can get her naked and make her come without a hundred people listening.
After dinner, we usually take a walk around the grounds, holding hands while we pretend to ignore all the people pretending not to watch us.
Sometimes we’ll stop at one of the small, secluded lounges peppered around the resort for a nightcap where we’ll lean into each other.
Whisper and smile. Kiss and behave as if we’re the only two people on the planet.
Afterward, when we’ve given the island snoops enough content for the day, Mateo pops up out of nowhere with this trusty golf cart and drives us back to the bungalow so we can go to bed and do it all over again the next day.
This time, I take Millie straight home.
Carry her up the walk to the bungalow’s front door, her heels dangling from my fingers, and across the threshold.
Straight to the bed where I drop her shoes on the floor.
Practically tossing her on top of it, barely stopping to appreciate the ridiculously sexy sight of her before I shrug out of my jacket and fall on her like a rabid animal.
Dropping to my knees, I clamp my hands around her hips and drag them to the edge of the mattress before wrenching her legs apart, the movement so fast and violent she lets out a sharp, startled gasp.
The sound of it shouldn’t make my dick hurt.
Shouldn’t make me want to jerk my pants down around my hips so I can pound it into her so hard and deep it breaks us both.
It really shouldn’t—but it does.
Fingers gripped around her knees, mouth inches from her bare pussy, split wide and begging to be fucked, I look up to find her propped up on her elbows, looking down at me.
Hazel eyes round with shock, the loose, dark gold of her hair framing her beautiful face like a halo.
Mouth, still swollen from sucking my cock, slightly parted.
Dress strap slipped off her shoulder again, her exposed breast quivering with anticipation.
Fuck.
Me.
If it hadn’t happened years ago, this would’ve been it. The moment I fell in love with Millie Blackwell.
Pushing a smirk onto my face, I wrangle myself into a mental chokehold. Beat back the desperation churning in my gut. I can’t think about it. Not about how I feel. Not about tomorrow.
Because this is it.
This is all I’m ever going to get.
The most of Millie I’ll ever be given.
And if I think about it, I’ll lose my fucking shit.
“Ready for your mission, Mills?” I ask, hanging onto that smirk for dear life.
“Is this where you fuck the spoiled brat out of me?” she says, her gaze falling to my mouth.
“Princess, I could spend every one of my waking minutes fucking you for the next thousand years, and I wouldn’t even come close,” I tell her on a laugh.
“Insulting me is a bold move considering I still owe you one,” she reminds me, her tone stretched thin and ragged.
“You already got yours,” I counter before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the inside of her trembling knee.
“Don’t be greedy, Magic Mike.” Sliding my mouth higher, I taste her arousal on my lips.
“Fuuuck…” Flattening my tongue, I run it up the inside of her thigh, the salty sweet taste of her growing heavier, tightening my grip on her knees so I can pull her even closer, heading straight for her pussy. “So fucking good…”
“Mmm hmmm…” Before I can get my mouth on her, Millie covers herself with her hand, blocking me from it. “You owe me.”
Lifting my head, I flick a hard look at her through my lashes. “Mills.”
“Dean?” she says, her tone suddenly so cool and steady it makes my balls ache.
“Move your goddamned hand,” I growl at her, my own hands sliding from her knees to grip her thighs even harder in a desperate bid to keep them from shaking. “Now.”
Looking down at me, not in the least bit intimidated, the corner of Millie’s beautifully swollen mouth curves upward. “Say please.”
Suddenly, my balls aren’t aching anymore.
They’re throbbing.
“Mmm… is that what you want, Princess?” Dipping my head on a rusty chuckle, I press a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“You want me to beg for the privilege of licking your perfect little pussy?” Scraping my teeth against soft skin, I flick her another dark look when she whimpers at the contact.
“Is that it? You want me on my knees, cock throbbing so hard it hurts, begging for your cum?”
Not so cool and steady anymore, Millie nods her head on a thin whisper. “Yes…”
Nipping her with my teeth, she gives me another gasp, her wide-eyed gaze pinned to mine while I trace the tip of my tongue along the groove where the side of her hand meets her pubic bone.
“Please…” Nipping her again, I tighten my grip around her thighs when they start to shake.
“Pretty please, Princess Millie…” Tracing the tip of my tongue along the seam of the fingers she has cupped against her cleft, I groan because I can taste her on them.
Feel the heat of her against my mouth. “Be my good fucking girl and let me eat your pussy until you come all over my face…”
Lifting her hand a second before I push past it, Millie’s fingers grip around the back of my head on another sharp gasp, her wobbly elbow collapsing under her when I latch my mouth around her slick, swollen pussy on a mindless, ravenous growl. “Ohmygod…”
Tearing my mouth away from her on a low groan, I shake my head.
“No…” Running my tongue up the length of her juice slicked slit, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“You say my name when I’m fucking you—no one else’s.
Not even His.” Shifting the angle of my shoulders, I stroke two fingers inside her, hard and deep enough to bow her back off the mattress on a long, shuddering moan. “Say it.”
“Dean…” Fingers scrambling against my neck, Millie’s hips shift against my grip, trying desperately to fuck herself with my fingers. “Please…”
“There she is…” Moving my hand between her thighs, I give her long, deep strokes, rubbing against her G-spot while I tease her clit with my tongue. Drag her to the edge of release without letting her fall. “There’s my perfect good girl.”
“Yes...” Rolling her hips against the steady pump of my fingers, Millie whimpers it, the fingers she has gripped in my hair twisting desperately. “I need…”
“Not yet,” I tell her, so fucking gone over the taste of her that I can feel my own release squeezing against the base of my spine. “I want you to sit up and look at me.”
Pushing herself onto her elbows again on a soft mewling sound, Millie sits up, showing me her flushed cheeks, her dull gaze widening slightly when she sees me. “Dean…”
“You sucked me so well tonight, Princess,” I tell her, gaze hooked into hers, my fingers still moving inside her, slow and steady.
Keeping her exactly where I need her to be.
“You did everything right. You made me feel so fucking good. Took me deep. Swallowed every drop I gave you while you looked up at me with that perfect mouth of yours, wrapped around my cock like a good girl.” Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I put them in my mouth and suck them clean.
“Now, I want you to watch...” Dropping my hand, I wrap it around her thigh before dragging my thumb up the seam of her wet, swollen slit.
“Can you do that for me, Millie?” Brushing the pad of it against her clit, I drop my gaze to her mouth.
“Can you be my perfect good girl and watch while you fuck my face like a filthy little slut?”
Entire body trembling, Millie gives me a desperate nod, fingers twisting in the bedspread I have her sprawled on top of. “Yes…”
“Say please,” I say, giving her a devious grin. “Say—”
“Dean, please let me fuck your face so I can come in your—” She starts to say without prompting but that’s as far as she gets before the last of my control snaps and I fall on her with a low, desperate groan.
I devour her, licking and sucking every inch I can reach, my entire face buried between her thighs while she moans my name, her hips pumping and rolling against the heat and pressure of my mouth latched around her pussy, the taste of her seeping into every pore.
Sinking into every muscle. Biting into every bone until my tongue is buried deep inside her and she’s screaming my name, a shot of salted honey coating the back of my throat, so thick and sweet I feel my own release blow through me before I have a chance to stop it.