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I don’t miss the look of mistrust on her face while Millie and I fight the urge to laugh at her antics. “Yes ma’am,” she says with a smile.

“Honey, I need to know all the details…when did all this happen?” Miss Ethel asks. “You know I’ve been suspicious for the last few weeks, but Huey and Bridget refused to tell us much, I—”

“Oh well…actually, I’m so sorry, Miss Ethel, but we’ve gotta go,” I interrupt. “I promise Millie will talk to you soon!” I callover my shoulder as Millie grabs my hand and we make our run for the exit.

CHAPTER 20

MILLIE

“Brian, I swear to all things holy, if you don’t get us home, I’m gonna lose my mind,” I growl, leaning over the console and teasing the front of his pants with my hand once we finally get in the truck.

He presses down harder on the accelerator, and I feel the truck lurch with the increased speed. The gala was wonderful, but after everything, I’m desperate to have him inside me. Deciding to tease him some, I untuck his shirt and slide my hand under his belt to run my hand along his waist, before finally unbuckling his belt and running my fingers up and down his boxer-covered shaft. I smile when I feel him tense, and he jerks the wheel.

“Fuck, Mills, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna run over Miss Ethel’s mailbox. Do you really want to explain that one to her?”

I give him a look, feigning innocence before leaning down and pulling his boxers down to take him into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he growls, flexing his hips and pushing himself a little deeper. “Damn, Mills, if you keep this up, I’m not gonna make it home. Feeling your sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock for the first time is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

I let out a little moan at his praise, bobbing up and down and flicking out my tongue across his tip. He growls, and I feel him gripping the steering wheel tighter, trying to get us home. I’ve never enjoyed giving head before, but as I tease Brian, I see its appeal for the first time. I’m already riding such a high from hearing him say he loves me and the relief of the gala going smoothly, but the way he swells in my mouth each time I run my tongue down his dick is addictive.

I continue teasing him until we pull into the driveway a few minutes later. He’s barely thrown the truck in park before he tucks himself back into his pants and opens the door. He jumps out and leans back in, dragging me across the front seat.

“God, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he murmurs before threading his hands under my legs and picking me up. He slams the truck door closed and carries me to the house, bridal style. “All I wanted was to pull you in my lap and fuck you in the driveway, but I fear the STS may never survive that type of gossip. So, I’m gonna get us inside before I rip this dress off and fuck you against the wall.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, knowing that the phrase drives him wild. Sure enough, he lets out a growl as he fumbles for his house key. As soon as we’re in the door, he’s on me, unzipping my dress and dragging it down my body until I’m naked in front of him except for my red lace thong.

“Hell, Millie, you’re gorgeous,” he marvels, pulling back and admiring my lingerie in the glow of the Christmas lights from the tree across the room. After a moment, he reaches up and rips my panties at the hip. “But as much as I like these on you, they gotta go.” As soon as I’m completely bare, he sinks to his knees and throws one of my legs around his neck. He attacks my pussy with his mouth, licking and sucking, and I have to admit I’m grateful for the wall behind me holding me up.

“Ahh, Brian, don’t stop,” I beg as he thrusts two fingers into me at the same time he nips at my clit with his teeth.Damn, how the hell does he even do that. Each time he touches me, I think it can’t get better, and each time, he’s proven me wrong, I’ve never come as hard in my life as I do when he fucks me or teases me with his tongue. “I’m close.”

“Good, but when you come, it’s gonna be on my dick,” he insists, pulling back and rising to his full height. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me behind him until we’re behind the couch that faces the tree. He drops a few kisses on my lips before he wraps his hand around my throat the way I like and turns me toward the tree. My back is to him and he uses his hand to push me down until I’m laying over the back of the couch. Once he’s satisfied with my position, he undoes his pants, dropping them down and grabbing my hips. I feel his cock bump my entrance before he rocks into me with one swift motion. “Shit, so good.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmur as he stills. I try to shift my hips to get some traction, but the way he has me between his hard body and the couch makes it impossible to move.

“Hmm, looks like you’re in quite the position,” he teases before continuing. “If you want me to move so you can come, you’re gonna have to beg.”

I try to hide the fact that I’m halfway between groaning and smiling at his words. I’ve learned over the last few days that he still loves when I ask for what I want, both in and out of the bedroom. And normally, I enjoy the games we play, but tonight, I just want him inside me as quickly as possible. “Please, please, let me come.”

“That’s my girl,” he growls, pulling out and starting to push back inside, slowly at first. He gets a little faster with each thrust, and it only takes a few moments before I let out another moan, wiggling my hips as much as I can to get some friction against my clit.

Brian immediately realizes what I need, reaching his hand between us and thrumming his fingers against me. “You know I love playing with you like this,” he admits. “You’re always so fucking wet and ready for me.”

I’m so lost to how incredible he’s making me feel that I can’t respond, letting out a high-pitched scream as he fucks me through my orgasm. “That’s right baby, come for me,” he growls. “You know how much I love feeling your pussy clench around me.”

As soon as he says the words, he pushes into me harder, making the orgasm rolling through me keep going. His fingers flex with his grip on my hips as I feel warm spurts of his cum hitting my inner walls. God, the feeling of him claiming me in such a primal way never gets old.

He leans down after a moment, pressing his front to my back and kissing me before pulling out and reaching down to pick me up again.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” he says, and I just nod, immediately feeling exhausted after the chaos of the last few days.

He carries me into the bathroom, placing me on my feet beside the shower as he fiddles with the controls to get the water temperature right. He’s taken to washing my hair before he bathes me over the last two nights, and I’m already imagining how good his hands will feel on me under the steam of the hot shower. Neither of us say anything as we shower, both of us tired but content with the silence.

After showering and standing under the hot water for several minutes, he reaches out and hands me a towel before grabbing one for himself. We dry ourselves off and step out of the shower, before going through our nighttime routine. As soon as my teeth are brushed and my face is clean, Brian walks over from where he was leaning against the counter watching me. As he picks meup again and carries me to the bedroom, I tell him, “You know, I really could walk.”

“I know, but then I wouldn’t get to be this close to you,” he says with a grin.

“Well, you’ve got me there,” I tell him with a laugh, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. When we get to the bed, he manages to maneuver me so that I stay in his arms, and he leans down to pull the covers over us.

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