I giggle, nodding as his fingers stroke up and down my sex, and then the giggle becomes a moan when he reaches my clit and starts to stroke with tantalizing slowness.
“Exactly,” I whimper. “That feels so freaking good.”
“Stop distracting me then.” He smirks with a glint in his eyes, a glimmer that tells me he’s going to claim me like the savage he is no matter what I say or do. “I need to taste your cream, Macie. I need you to squirt for me. Can you do that?”
My mind flits to when I masturbated over Miller, how my sheets were soaked afterward with the cascading releases, one stacked upon the other until I could barely breathe by the end of it.
“Yes,” I moan. “I think so.”
“Good girl.”
He makes a ferocious growling sound and buries his hands in my thighs, pulling me down the bed so I let out a shocked yelp. He snarls and brings his face to my pussy, dragging his tongue up one lip and then down the other.
Each sizzling movement feels like it’s setting parts of me on fire, like he’s blazing through me with the heat of possession, like he’s trying to wordlessly tell me I’m his and I always will be.
I need to remember not to get ahead of myself, but my crazy thoughts are whirring with even more madness now that his tongue is pushed against my clit.
He was right before when he said I was close when he barged in here.
I was so close, and now he’s driving me even closer to the edge until the idea of letting go and falling into an earth-shattering orgasm seems like the most heavenly thing in the world.
He slides his hand around my hip and massages my ass as he licks me faster, his tongue flickering against my clit, side to side and up and down, as though he’s gorging himself on my pussy.
He groans in time with my whimpers and moans, taking pleasure from giving it, feasting as he snarls and moves his whole head up and down. He consumes my pussy, owns my clit as he sucks it onto his mouth, and attacks it with his powerful tongue.
I gasp and shift against him, driving my hips in time with his motions.
“That’s it,” he rumbles, his voice muffled. “Fucking show me how badly you want it.”
“Ah, ah,” I cry, not even sure what I was trying to say as more waves of euphoria pulse through me, a heat growing inside my belly, expanding like a star about to explode.
He roars against my pussy, his boiling breath painting my lips and my clit, and then he moves his tongue down to my hole and slides inside of me.
I gasp as my hole widens under the path his tongue takes, driving up and up until his lips are pressed against my pussy, his tongue buried as deeply inside of me as he can get.
He moves it in intoxicating circles, swirling around my tight hole, causing flares of starlight and heat to quiver and shift around me.
My legs start to quiver, my whole body vibrating, as moans escape from my lips.
They’re the sort of moans I’d never imagine myself having the confidence to throw into the air, but with Miller, it’s like I can somehow let go like I don’t have to be caged inside my own mind. In my fantasies I’ve imagined crying out like this, shifting my hips like this, but I never dreamed I’d have the confidence to do it.
But it’s not even confidence.
It’s more like Miller is blotting out my thoughts with his powerful tongue, making it impossible for me to think of anything except for his need to give me pleasure, to taste me.
He withdraws his tongue from me and returns to my clit, moving around it with powerful circles, brushing against it, and then taking it in his mouth again.
Everything inside of me hones down to that one point of pleasure, that one pulsing place of near-release, as my legs vibrate so much I feel like I might fall off the freaking bed.
But his hands buried greedily in my ass would make that impossible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The pressure suddenly releases and wetness seeps out of my hole, squirting all over his face as my belly tightens and my womb – that deep-inside place that keeps urging me to give in to these crazed fantasies – sends out shivering pulsations of ecstasy.
I find myself clamping my thighs around his face, trapping him against me, even if the idea of doing something so forward would seem ridiculous to me before.
But with this heart-hammering orgasm pounding through me, everything feels possible.
Maybe Miller really does feel the same as me.
Maybe he wants me as badly as I want him.
I throw my head back and let out a scream, my whole body tense, my screams turning strangled and almost silent as I twist and whimper on the end of his dominating tongue.
The orgasm begins to quiet down slowly, but not before it throws tremors through me, aftershocks of release that cause my toes to curl and my skin to tingle like I could turn to freaking stardust at any second.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my body going lax as I fall onto the bed. “Fuck, Miller. That was… I can’t believe… that was unreal.”
It seems like the best way to describe it because that’s how it feels.
Unreal.
Like it didn’t really happen.
“I need something from you,” Miller snarls. “Before I really claim that hot tight hole of yours.”
“What?” I whisper, turning to him as he climbs onto the bed.
He lowers himself so we are face to face, gazing at me with animal hunger in his eyes.
“I need you to taste your perfect fucking cream. Can you do that for me?”
“What do you mean?”
He smirks, leaning down as he brings his lips toward mine.
“Are you serious?” I whisper.
He laughs savagely and smooths his hand up my leg, slipping his finger inside of me and moving it in maddening circles. I start writhing against him like a reflex, stunned at how fluidly he draws the pleasure out of me like we’ve been waiting for this for a long time.
He doesn’t answer my question.
Instead, he crushes me with a kiss as he takes possession of my pussy. His lips smash into mine and I open my mouth, again like it’s a reflex, as though we’re driven by a force we can’t control.
I taste myself on his lips as we kiss, our tongues clashing together, the steamy dirtiness of the act turning me on even more.
“Fuck,” he snarls, breaking off the kiss but keeping his face close to mine, our noses touching each other. “You’re such a horny young thing, aren’t you, Macie?”
“I’m horny,” I whisper, my voice shivering. “But…”
He slides his finger from me, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tense and his temples pulsing. “But what?”
Part of me wants to stop this right here, with the taste of his lips against mine and the fluttering of my pussy begging to be touched again, licked again.
But if I let this go too far, I could disappoint him.
And I don’t want to do that.
“I have to tell you something, Miller. It might change things. I don’t think it’s fair to keep it from you.”
“Okay…”
He props himself up on his elbow, his lips glistening, his eyes glimmering darkly, his moon-colored hair catching the light.
I take a deep breath, readying myself for rejection.
Chapter Twelve
Miller
I stand on the balcony, gripping the railing so hard I think I might snap it in half, looking out over the city as it glitters below.
Macie said she wanted to tell me… but after she’d gotten dressed.
The only way I could stop myself from mauling her when she stripped down to change into some fresh clothes was to come out here because otherwise the taste of her on my lips and the memory of the way she moaned and shivered for me would have been too much to handle.
My head still feels foggy with the lust, with all the things I want – I need – to do to her.
When I laid my lips against hers and felt the tension moving through her, the dirty-as-fuck tension
that told me she loved tasting herself even if part of her found it a little strange, I knew I had to fuck her, fuck her hard right now, pound her young fresh hole until her body had no choice but to give me a family.
But there was a look in her eyes, almost like prey, like she was scared.
Part of it turned me on, made my cock press against my pants with even more urgency, but the protective part of me rioted at the thought of making my woman feel afraid.
I turn at the sound of her footsteps.
She’s changed into a long-sleeved shirt and pajama bottoms, but she’s forgotten to put a bra on, again, her large breasts shifting from side to side as though she’s trying to hypnotize me. Her nipples poking through the fabric, making my mouth actually water, fucking water like I’m going to eat her.
I need to suck those nipples, to taste her pussy again, to bend her over the balcony railing and ram between her thick tasty ass cheeks until she’s begging for a release.
“It’s nice out here,” she murmurs, joining me at the railing.
“Hmm,” I grunt, fingers itching with the desire to grab her.
“Is something wrong?” she asks, with a sweet innocent lilt to her voice.
I laugh gruffly. “Everything’s right, Macie. Look at you. Look at those perfect tits teasing me through that shirt.”
I glide my hand up her side and smooth it to her breast, palming her through her shirt, squeezing and feeling her nipples rub against the palm of my hand.
She whimpers as her pert nipples graze against me, her whole body shifting the same way it did in the bedroom like she can’t help it.
And she can’t, I realize, no more than I can.
“Miller,” she moans, grabbing my wrist halfheartedly. “Please…”
I give her breast one last squeeze, indulging in the feel of my woman, and then force myself to let go.
This takes far more effort than I would’ve imagined, my body rioting when I break the contact, roaring at me to touch her as much as I want.
She belongs to me.
She’s mine.
And I’d fucking kill any bastard who tried to take her away.
This Derrick motherfucker better watch himself.
“What is it?” I growl.
“Are you angry?” she whispers.
“No.” I laugh roughly. “If I sound pissed, it’s because I’m trying like hell not to bend you over that railing and fuck you hard, fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. I need to fuck you until your body can’t take it anymore, until you’re squirting all over my dick and I can spread it over your ass cheeks, making them fucking shine for me.”
I turn away, biting down as more words of ownership try to rise on my lips.
“I want that too,” she whispers. “I mean, I’m surprised you do.”
“What?” I wheel on her, taking a step forward, driving my manhood against her stomach. “Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re everything I need in a woman. You’re—”
“A virgin,” she cries, staring up at me with a shimmering in her eyes like she’s on the verge of tears. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m a virgin, Miller, so before you go any further… you should probably know that.”
I can’t help it.
I throw my head back and let out a laugh, the sort of laughter I haven’t felt move through me in years, the sort of laughter that must make it seem like I’ve gone mad.
“Are you laughing at me?” she yells, with a gorgeous note of sassiness in her voice.
“Not at you,” I say, moving around so I can press her against the railing.
I grab the railing, pushing my body against her, trapping her against my swelling desire.
“I’m laughing because this is too damn perfect. I’m laughing because I never thought this would happen to me.”
“What would happen?” she says, glaring up at me with a feistiness I pray she passes onto our children.
“What do you think I want with you, Macie?”
She shrugs, causing her breasts to dance for me.
Fuck, I wish she was wearing a bra.
What am I saying?
No, I don’t.
But it would make focusing easier.
Every inch of her exudes sexuality, driving me crazy.
“A fling?” she murmurs after a pause. “I really have no idea. I didn’t think you’d want me at all. Part of me thinks this must be a dream.”
I lean down and kiss the edge of her mouth, and then snarl and move to consume her lips when I taste her.
She moans through the kiss as I grab her hips, pulling her closer to me, driving my cock against her so she can feel how badly I need her.
“This is real. This is happening. So you better get used to it. I don’t want a fling, Macie.”
“What, then?”
“I want to – I’m going to – claim you for the rest of our lives. I’m going to make you mine in every sense of the fucking word. Do you understand, you perfect innocent virgin? Everything you are belongs to me. Your gorgeous tits, your perfectly plump ass, your beautiful smile and your captivating eyes, your talent, your future, your womb… it’s all mine. We’re going to be together forever. We’re going to have a family together. And if anybody tries to threaten that – this Derrick motherfucker or anybody else – I will fight like the beast I am to protect us.”
I trail off, stunned at the force of my words. They rose from someplace deep inside of me, from a carnal place I have no control over.
She gazes up at me, her lips trembling, and then tears start to course down her cheeks.
“Right, good one,” she says, moving to push past me.
“This isn’t a joke,” I snarl, keeping her right where she is.
She tilts her head at me. “What sort of game is this, Miller? Is this what you rich doctors do? You find patients to tease and bully and then laugh about it over wine and steak with your real girlfriends? Why would you say those things? Please move.”
I sigh and step aside. I’m not about to keep her here against her will.
But goddamn, she’s driving me crazy.
She paces over to the other side of the balcony, staring out at the city.
“How can any of that be true? We only met earlier.”
“I can’t explain how,” I growl. “All I know is when you walked into my office, I knew. It was possession at first sight like we talked about before. I tried not telling you, Macie. I tried to keep it in. I didn’t want to come across like that dickhead Derrick. But I can’t, not when you’re right here, not when I can feel how badly you want this.”
She spins on me. Complex emotions moving across her features, hope one moment and despair the next, as though there’s a war happening behind her eyes and she can’t decide which side to back.
“I have to think about this,” she says. “I can’t… I’ve been tricked before. With Derrick. With bullies in high school. This is all happening so fast.”
“But you feel the same,” I ask, stepping forward and touching her chin. I tilt her gaze up so we’re staring at each other. “I can read you, Macie. I can see how badly you want this.”
She nods, a tiny movement, but enough to let me know I’m right.
She does want this as badly as I do.
But then she brushes my hand away and walks back inside.
“I’m sorry. I can’t… I’ve been hurt before, tricked before. I can’t…”
I follow her into the bedroom, but she charges for the ensuite, closing the door behind her.
I stare at the door for a few moments, feeling like the biggest jackass in the world, with no idea what to do.
“You have to believe me,” I say and then turn for the door.
I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do if she doesn’t believe me.
I need this woman.
I’d never trick her.
As I walk down the hallway, despite how that just went, I can’t help but smirk to myself.
She’s not just my woman.
Sh
e’s my virgin.
No other man is ever going to get to claim her sweet body.
She’s mine, all mine.
Forever.
Chapter Thirteen
Macie
I wake with a feeling of dread moving over me, certain that Miller is going to kick the door open and roar at me to get the hell out of here if I’m not going to screw him.
Last night when I stormed into the bathroom I was so full of anxiety, so full of fight-or-flight panic, so convinced he was going to laugh at me or mock me, that I didn’t even stop to consider he could be telling the truth.
What if it wasn’t a lie?
What if he truly feels the same way I do?
But by the time I’d calmed down enough to maybe have a conversation, he was gone and I was left feeling like the biggest jackass in the universe.
I could’ve gone and found him, but without the heat of his lust burning through me, I found the necessary confidence difficult to latch onto, reverting back to my usual ways of sneaking around and hoping nobody noticed me.
Sleep came after hours of tossing and turning, my mind alight with what happened between us, replaying the conversation over and over and cringing every time I yelled at him and burst into tears.
But what the heck did he expect, for me to accept it right away?
It makes no sense.
I sit up and look around the room, filled with sunshine, and then grab my phone and glance at the time. It’s eleven o’clock, meaning that Miller is probably long gone by now for his office.
What am I supposed to do?
I can’t risk going back to my apartment without sorting the Derrick situation, but at the same time hanging around here feels strange and presumptuous.
I walk into the ensuite and take a quick shower, trying to blast away my thoughts with the insane water pressure. But then the water starts to morph in my mind, becoming Miller's exploring hands I have to jump out before I give into the swelling desire to touch myself at the thought of him.
I can’t use him as a freaking masturbation icon after I screamed at him to leave me alone, can I?
I’ve just gotten changed when there’s a knock at my door.
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