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Her chain scrapes on the floor, the metal scratching on the tile, making a loud racket, but I can barely hear it over the sound of my pounding heart in my ears, and the ones coming from my throat as I moan into her mouth.
Her body tenses as I set her ass down on the counter, the cool marble chilling her flesh that is finally warm from my hands. She settles again, and her kisses deepen, taking as much from me as I am from her, and it just feels…right.
“Mildred.” I groan into her as I step forward, feeling the warmth from her bare pussy through my shirt.
“No. Millie. I prefer Millie.” She answers me, grabbing my face with her hands, holding me gently as she drives her tongue into my throat.
“Millie. My little bunny.” I moan, loving the sound of her name passing from me into her. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you out there in my trash.”
“I was supposed to…”
“Don’t. I don’t want to know what he had you doing. Just be here with me now.”
I want her, need her. I want to feel her wrapped around me, taking me, and giving herself to me. I want to be buried in her pretty little cunt until she’s begging me to stop from exhaustion.
“I can’t. We shouldn’t.” She says, but I can feel the need in her just as paramount as my own.
“You can. We should.”
“Adrian no.”
“Millie yes. Just say yes, please. This is the only time I will beg you. But you have to say yes before I go any further.”
I need her to say yes. She has to agree for me to take her, because once she does she’s fucking mine, all mine, and it has to be consensual.
“Yes.” She breathes into my mouth, and it’s the best sound I have ever heard.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
The shriek that erupts from her mouth as I grab her face in my hands and squeeze is like music to my ears. It’s playful and accepting, light and almost carefree as she agrees, and I kiss her more deeply.
My cock is thumping in excitement in my pants, begging to be released, needing to be inside of her, but she needs to be warmed up first. I can’t just take her how I want, she needs to become prepared for not just my size, but the aggression in me, because I fucking want to open her up like a present and lay her out in front of me.
“Bed? Playroom?”
“Here. Right here. Right now.” She pants, her breath coming faster with her growing desire.
She kisses me all over my face, her soft lips pressing against my skin, her hands stroking down my neck to my chest, where she grabs the front of my dress shirt and pulls at the tiny little buttons, trying to open it.
The small white circles scatter across the counter and floor as I wrap my hands around hers and pull, breaking open the fabric. She instantly pulls her hands out from under mine and places them on my skin, feeling my pecks, digging her nails into me.
“So hard.” She moans.
“That’s not the hardest part bunny.” I say, grabbing her left hand and directing it down to the massive bulge in the front of my slacks.
“Ooohhh.”
“Yes. Lay back.” I tell her, brushing my arm across the counter, moving the toaster and cutting boards out of the way, guiding her down onto her back.
My jacket falls open as she settles herself down, exposing her to me. Her breasts fall into her armpits, their softness apparent and just begging to be touched. I run my hand from her waist, up her front to between those perfect tits, then slide it over and grab her left breast, squeezing it in my palm, plumping it, feeling how supple it is.
She moans and arcs her back, offering it to me and my touch, and I can’t help but lean over her body, pressing the front of my slacks to her pussy harder and pull it into my mouth. Her nipple hardens against the tip of my tongue as I suck, feeling it pucker, making my eyes close and roll back in my head.
I’m straining behind my zipper, my dick pushing at it, needing to be released, and when I reach between our bodies and free myself, my hand brushes against her bare, smooth, and wet center. She shivers and grabs the back of my head, holding my face to her breast, and moves her hips, her need showing as much as mine.
“I’m clean.” I say around her tit, opening my eyes to look up at her face, and she nods her head yes and mouths that she is too. “Good girl.”
