Page 72 of Best Kept Secret
“Comfortable?” I ask against her ear, grinning to myself when I see her shiver at the closeness of my voice.
Another sigh, and she nods after a few seconds, wiggling a little, which is definitely not helping the current state of my balls, that’s for damn sure. I close my eyes and take a centering breath, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder and feeling her relax against me.
“Pretend like I’m not even here,” I whisper.
“I would, but your dick is currently trying to break and enter my ass crack.”
I sniff a laugh, and she turns, offering me a wry smile, but then she rests her head back against my shoulder, the buzzing of the toy suddenly filling the void.
Millie guides the vibrator down over her flexing stomach, finally reaching her pussy. With a soft gasp, she traces it around the outside, up and down, drags it along her inner thighs, touching every part of herself except where she wants it the most. Her hips shift, like her body is quickly becoming tired of her own betrayal, and her breath quickens, her nipples so hard, my mouth waters with the need to wrap around them and suck on them hard until she can’t take it anymore.
When she pushes the vibrator between her folds, a whimper falls from her parted lips as the toy grazes her clit. Back arching, she moans again, and between the way she’s playing with herself, to the way her lashes flutter, the way her lips part on a hard breath as the tinge of pink creeps up her chest and neck, I don’t know where to look because it’s all so fucking beautiful.
“Ohmygod,” she gasps, pulling the vibrator away from her center and huffing an exasperated laugh. “Shit, I’m already so close.”
I smile, pressing another kiss to her shoulder.
Her hand moves over her pussy, and I don’t miss the unmistakable sound of her arousal as she presses her fingers inside herself.
“Let me see,” I rasp.
Moaning, she pulls her hand away, her index and middle fingers glistening. And I can’t stop myself. Grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand to my mouth, I wrap my lips around her fingers and suck them, groaning at the taste that I am officially addicted to.
Millie watches me with hazy eyes, the toy buzzing and back on her pussy. She bucks against it, her thighs clamping around her hand. And because I know she loves it, and I do too, I continue sucking and licking her fingers, the same way I’d belicking her cunt right now if it were my head down there instead of her toy.
“Oh, fuck.” She groans on a shuddered breath. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
I trail my hands up her sides, cupping her perfect tits. I lean over her shoulder and aim, spitting into one hand, and then the other, using my saliva to lubricate her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
“Holy shit!” Millie cries out. “Do that again, please.”
Knowing exactly what she’s asking, I don’t hesitate, only this time when I spit on my hand, I reach down and rub my saliva-coated palm over her already drenched pussy.
“Chrissake, Red, you’re fucking soaked,” I grit, circling my finger around her cunt and dipping it inside. She clenches around me, and I groan, needing more, needing it all.
With her vibrator pressed against her clit, Millie parts her thighs even more, and I know she’s close—I can feel in it the way her walls flutter around my finger. I link my legs around hers, holding her open so even if she tries to clamp her thighs together, she won’t be able to. I slide another finger inside, my middle and ring fingers fucking her slow yet with deep, determined strokes.
“You like that, huh?” I utter against the shell of her ear. “Your slutty little cunt is fucking desperate for me, Red.”
“So… good… I—” She chokes on whatever words she was about to say, her head lolling back, throat exposed.
I suck on her neck, fucking her with my fingers, the heel of my palm clamping her vibrator against her clit so she can’t move it even if she tried. “Keep that vibrator right fucking there,” I hiss. “Don’t you dare move it. I want to feel you come around my fingers.”
“Oh, fuuuck,” Millie sobs, and I can feel her trying to close her thighs, but I keep her open. “Oh my God, I’m so there… I’m there… I’m com—” A broken cry tears up the back of her throat as her body goes off like a fucking rocket, shuddering, quaking, convulsing against me as she crests the peak of her orgasm, my fingers still deep inside of her, stroking her front wall as I work her through it.
“Say my name,” I growl against her ear as she continues coming all around me, moving my other hand up from her breast and gently wrapping it around her throat, watching her eyes flare at the restriction.
“Logan,” she whimpers.
I tighten my grip around her throat ever so slightly, feeling the way her body, her pussy, responds.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Logan,” she rasps. “Harder.”
I don’t know what she’s asking. I don’t even know if she knows what she’s asking, but I give it to her harder—my fingers fucking her cunt, the hand around her throat tightening, and she takes it all like she was fucking made for me.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, working her through the last few ebbs of her orgasm. “That’s my perfect little slut.”
She moans, and I smile against her neck, kissing her.
