Page 91 of The King Contract
She nods, sweat shimmering her forehead. “God, yes. Keep going.”
I nip her bottom lip as I rapidly increase my pace, up and down, in circular motions, watching Millie’s face for cues, listening to her sounds for guidance. The feel of her under me isecstasy, the way she writhes and pants, the way she stares at me with hooded eyes and uninhibited lust.
Millie said she didn’t want gentle, and I’m determined to give her what she wants. She squeals as I pull out of her and flip her over, guiding her to her hands and knees. I note how she grips the sheets as I sink back inside, her cries ricocheting around the room. Over and over, I slam into Millie, watching her head tip back, the pleasure in her wails washing over me.
When she tightens around my cock, it takes every bit of willpower not to blow my load early. I grab her hair and pull her towards me, my chest to her back as she climbs to her orgasm.
“Noah . . .”
“I know, baby.” Sweat drips from my forehead as I keep my rhythm steady. “Come for me, again.”
She moans, rolling her eyes back to look at me. “More of that.”
I grin. “I knew you liked it. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
Millie’s guttural groans shoot straight to my dick, and I know I’m seconds away from coming. I keep thrusting, keep gyrating my hips, and hitting the spot I know is about to tip her over the edge.
“Right now,” I command, as my balls tighten. “Come for me right now.”
Millie throws herself back to a four-point kneeling position and seconds later a choked sob, followed by a scream, rips from her throat.
I pound into her at a feral pace, white hot flames shooting from my hips and up my spine as I explode. I chase the euphoria, leaning down and biting Millie’s neck as I come, my trembling arms barely able to keep myself up as I ride out my high.
When I can finally move again, I pull out of her and turn her back over, collapsing on top of her. She hooks her legs aroundmy back, running her hands through my damp hair. I can hear her heartbeat thundering under my ear and I try to slow my breathing as we come down from our shared high.
“Are you okay?” I finally ask.
Millie tugs at my hair and I lift my head, resting my chin right near her breasts. “You know we’re doing that again, right?”
“Definitely.”
35
MILLIE
Another pinky promise
Noahand I have sex three more times before finally collapsing in a permanent heap. We’re now lying under the sheets, the air conditioner cooling the room to a pleasant temperature as Noah lazily strokes patterns into my skin. I’m nestled into the crook of his arm, his heartbeat steady underneath my ear.
“My dick is about to break off,” he croaks.
I laugh and he rumbles beneath me, kissing me affectionately on the top of my head. “That would be a travesty. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a week.”
“Is it weird that turns me on?” He squeezes my legs entwined with his.
“Icannotgo again. She needs a break.”
He chuckles, pulling me close to him.
I’msnugglingwith Noah King. My fake boyfriend just gave me multiple orgasms and knew how to draw out my pleasure better than any man I’ve ever been intimate with. He watched me for my responses and listened to cues. He’d change his rhythm to suit what I craved and didn’t stop working until I fell to pieces each time.
“I can’t believe we bought each other the same present,” I say, touching Noah’s wristband. “We’re either weirdly in sync or totally predictable.”
“We’re in sync as fuck.” Noah lifts my wrist to look at the gift he bought me. “I haven’t had sex like that with anyone in my life. We’re synced in sex and gift-giving.”
I tilt my head to meet his earnest green gaze. “You’re kind of a geek.”
“It’s your nerdiness rubbing off on me,” he replies. “I was cool before running into you on the beach that day.”
