Page 37 of Be My Baby

Millie laughed. “No. It doesn’t matter. I was just curious.”

Max stroked up and cupped her breast again, massaging gently. Shivers coursed over him that he was here, in her bed, doing this.

“Hmm,” she breathed.

Max lifted his head and kept massaging her, stroking her nipple with his thumb, back and forth, over and over, gently, softly.

She arched a little, letting him know she wanted more. He dropped his head and brushed his lips over hers.

Just a taste.

Millie opened her mouth and the tip of her tongue darted out to touch his lips. Max sighed, then tilted his head to connect his mouth with hers fully.

She opened to him. Her hands shoved into his hair, holding him to her as he devoured her, their tongues tangling. A deep moan rumbled out of him. He stroked the length of her body and slid his fingers between her thighs.

She gasped then whimpered into his mouth as a finger slid up over her, circling, gliding. The hands in his hair tightened, pulling hard. He dipped his fingers lower, sliding one inside her.

Millie ground into his hand, pushing his finger deeper.

Max moved and dropped his head to her breast, licking then sucking her nipple into his mouth. He tugged gently on it as she moved on his finger. Her nails dug into his scalp with the clenching of her hands. He slid his finger deep and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She bucked, moaning loudly.

“Max!” She tugged on his hair. “I want… I need…”

He lifted his head. Bliss radiated from her face. Her heavy-lidded eyes stared up at him, her panting breaths doing him in as her breasts rose and fell against him.

“I want youthere.” She ground against his hand again. “I want you inside me.Now.”

Max shuddered, holding on to his control by a thread. He slid his finger from her and stroked over her clit, rubbing, teasing, determined to give her as much pleasure as possible.

She cried out. “Now, Max!”

He rose onto his knees and her legs parted. He moved over her and took her mouth again in a searing, soul-destroying kiss that he felt to his toes, and pressed himself to her entrance.

She lifted her hips as he pushed downward. Max stilled, gasping for breath against her mouth, then rolled his hips, sliding into her an inch at a time, then retreating, repeating the move over and over, sinking ever so slowly into her.

Millie grabbed his hips and shoved herself upward. Max bucked, unable to help it, bliss ricocheting through him as he slid to full depth.

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A long moanfell from her lips. “Yes!”

He filled her, stretched her. Glorious friction surged in and out.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pressed her heels to his ass, and turned her head to his ear. She bit the lobe and whispered, “Fuck me, Max.”

His hands fisted the pillow beside her head and instinct seemed to take him over, his hips snapping, plunging him into her faster and faster.

So thick. So full. Somuch.

She scraped her nails across his back then gripped his shoulders, holding on as he did exactly as she’d asked. Their breaths and moans entangled, twining together, increasing in volume as he pounded home.

“Millie.I-I…”

Max bucked and ground against her. He rubbed in all the right spots, his grinding hips rubbing exquisite pressure on her clit.

She arched under him, her nails going deep as her breath caught, her eyes going wide, orgasm hitting hard. Delicious, exquisite bliss flooded her, shaking her foundations to the core.

Max tensed, all his muscles going rigid as he roared into the pillow beside her head as he released.

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