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“Yes! I’m begging you!” she said unashamedly. “Please!”

I put my mouth against her ear and growled low. “You don’t know what your begging does to me.” I bit down on the spot between her neck and shoulder, then pulled her ass back against the cradle of my hips and slammed all ten inches of my dick deep into her cunt. She cried out and convulsed at the same time, and I knew that she was already coming.

“Tucker!” she screamed, her hips jerking wildly.

I’d never felt anything half as good as Millie’s snug, wet heat closing around me and then tightening with her orgasm. I could feel every little clench and unclench of her muscles as she came around me, bathing my dick. I fucked her through her orgasm, determined to prolong her pleasure while chasing my own.

I plowed into her without mercy, going balls deep. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted. I grasped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, the tingle at the base of my back indicating that my orgasm was approaching, and fast. I felt my balls pull up tight, and I didn’t even try to hold off. My dick swelled inside her and I exploded.

“Aaagghhh!” I roared, throwing my head back and holding myself inside her as the pleasure of release surged through me.

“That’s it, baby, milk my fucking dick!” I grunted when she tightened around me. “Take every drop!” I was going to fill her with my seed. The sudden, unexpected thought of making a baby with Millie came out of nowhere, and fuck if more cum didn’t squirt out of my dick, making my legs tremor. What the fuck?

I released her hips and let my hands travel up to her tits, covering them with my palms so they weren’t squished against the hard tile. I held Millie as we were slowly able to catch our breaths and relax from the strength of our orgasms. I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard, and was beginning to appreciate the rewards of fucking someone that I had feelings for.

Millie turned her head so that her cheek was pressed against the wall, enough for me to be able to kiss her, and I didn’t hesitate to claim those perfect lips. I could fucking kiss her all day. I squeezed her tits, relishing in her moan. Our tongues dueled briefly before I ended the kiss with a bite on her lower lip.

“You okay, baby?”

She nodded. “More than okay.”

I grinned, and then we both let out a little sound of protest when my dick slipped out of her pussy.

“God, I missed you,” she said in a lazy tone.

“Missed you, too, babe.” I stepped back so she could turn around.

She turned mischievous eyes on mine. “I could do that again.”

I couldn’t believe that my dick was already getting hard again. “Oh, yeah?” I pushed her wet hair out of her face.

She nodded vigorously, and then frowned. “Your lip is bleeding again.” Her touch was as tender as the look in her eyes as she explored my bruises. Tears welled in her eyes, but she remained silent.

“Fuck, baby, don’t do that. I’m okay.” I gave her a tender kiss. “What say we dry off, go get in bed, and do that again?”

That put a smile on her beautiful face.

And that’s exactly what we did.

Several mind-blowing times.

Chapter 35

Millie

I had to admit that I looked pretty, and I couldn’t wait to see Loco’s reaction to my appearance. I wasn’t sure how, but I’d managed to lose a few pounds since I’d bought the dress that I was going to wear to the wedding. The halter-style bodice hugged my ample breasts and showed a lot of skin, which was tanned from laying out by the pool the last couple of days. The color was a perfect match to my eyes, and I liked how the chiffon swirled around my legs when I moved.

Lulu had come over to do my makeup, making my eyes up in a smokey color that gave me an exotic look. V had done my hair after she’d finished getting herself ready, braiding it in a thick, messy kind of French braid that hung down my back. It was a good style for someone who had hair that was determined to do what it wanted. Neat, perfect, every-hair-in-place-dos were not in the cards for me.

“My God, we all look like goddesses!” Lissa quipped when I emerged from my bedroom with V right behind me.

“I agree,” Lulu laughed. “Your men won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”

Lissa snorted. “Well, Frenchie had better, at least until the wedding is over. I want to look half-decent in any pictures taken.”

Lissa was an old lady now. Frenchie had claimed her in some kind of top-secret ritual the week before, out at some place called Sunrise Heights. It hadn’t been top-secret for long. Lissa, after extracting promises from V and me that we wouldn’t tell anyone that she’d told us, had told us all about it. Once I’d gotten over my shock, it hadn’t seemed all that bad. Not to me anyway. V had mostly remained quiet.

Bull had given V his ‘property of’ cut, so it was just a matter of time before he claimed her. And they were making plans to move into his house the following weekend.

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