Page 82 of Best Kept Secret
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“You do, don’t you,” I coo, smoothing a palm over her cheek before smacking it again, a little harder this time, the sight of my hand printed on her creamy flesh, sending a fire of possessiveness to rip down my spine.
She hums, wiggling her ass, searching for more.
“I knew you would,” I grit out, smacking her ass for a fourth time. “Because you’re a naughty little slut.”
“Yournaughty little slut,” Millie amends on a whimper.
“That’s right,” I hiss, dipping my fingers between her swollen pussy lips and feeling just how soaked she is, gently slapping her clit. “Mine.”
She moans, back arching, head falling forward. “Do that again. Please?”
I slap her clit again, a few more light taps, grinning like a cocky asshole at the sounds she makes.
“You ready for me, baby?” I shove my pants down my hips, pulling my cock out of my briefs, stroking it long and hard, the tip leaking already.
“Yes!” She glances at me again from over her shoulder. “Give it to me.”
Fuck’s sake. The way she looks right now, pleading me with herfuck meeyes, ass painted red from my palm, pussy fucking weeping—I lock it into the vault of my mind because fuck if I won’t be using this image every time I’m jerking off on the road.
Stepping up to the bed, I place a hand on her lower back, holding her there, wrapping my other hand around my dick and dragging it up and down her wet slit, tapping her clit a few times and watching her jump. Notching my cock at her slick pussy, she’s hot, wet and, as I slink into her, so goddamn tight, I can’t help but groan as she draws me in with a shuddering whimper.
When I’m balls deep, I look down to where we’re joined as one, and I’m forced to bow my head, chin to chest, exhaling a slow, ragged breath through gritted teeth. “Fuck, the way you take me so perfectly, baby,” I gruff.
Millie moves her hips, and I can tell she wants me to move. And I do move. I pull almost all the way out, reveling in the sight of my cock covered in her arousal, moaning as I fill her again slowly, at the way her greedy pussy sucks me in like it can’t get enough.
“Oh, my God,” Millie whines, her back arching. She pushes her ass closer, needily, and I can’t help but chuckle. “I need more,” she begs. “Harder and faster.”
“You sure, baby?” I check, gritting each word because the last thing I want to do is risk hurting her. She was a literal virgin just last night.
“Yes.Please.” Looking at me again over her shoulder, her bedroom eyes almost wreck me as she whimpers.
I grip her fleshy hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, and I thrust into her so deep, she throws her head back on a loud moan. “Oh, my God. So… good.”
I fuck her hard and fast, just like she begged me to, hitting her deep, the filthy sounds of her pussy sucking me in combined with slap of my balls against her amplified through the silence.
“Yes,yes.” Millie pants, breaths heaving erratically, her body bucking and taking me so damn good.
I reach a hand underneath her and find her clit, strumming it with my fingers.
“Ohhhh, fuck!” she cries out, her body convulsing.
I feel her pussy pulse, clamping around my dick, and I know she’s right there, about ready to tip over the edge. I pound into her so goddamn hard, I have to clamp her hip down to stop her from sliding across the bed. My balls tighten, and white dots start to blur the edges of my vision as my own orgasm creeps up on me, ready to take no prisoners. My pulse thrums in my ears and sweat beads my forehead. “I’m gonna come, Red.”
“Oh, my God, yes, yes, yes… Logan!” Millie screams, her voice breaking as she tumbles over the edge, her orgasm tearing through her.
She’s unsteady, but I keep her upright, hopping up onto the mattress and wrapping an arm around her middle, pulling her back flush against my chest as I continue pumping up and into her. I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, prolonging her orgasm and causing her body to buck as I fuck her hard and deep, her head falling back against my shoulder.
“I’m coming, baby,” I growl, latching my lips onto her neck and sucking her skin. “Fuuuck.”
Millie’s glazed eyes meet mine as I fill her, and when she flashes me a sex-dazed smirk, I swear to God, this woman fucking owns me.
I’m late. But the plane’s still here. Waiting for me. Fucking great.
Jogging across the tarmac through the rain, I can’t see them, but I can feel about fifty sets of eyes glaring at me from the windows, and I know I’m about to cop the wrath of Coach Draper the second I board, but fuck it. Worth it.
Wiping the stupid grin off my face, I take the steps two at a time, offering an apologetic glance at the flight attendants as they welcome me. I turn and start down the aisle, the air in the cabin thick with tension and laced with an obviousness that everyone is, as expected, pissed at me.
