Page 36 of My Summer Fling

I nod into the covers and fist them as I get ready.

“No, no,” he says, running his palms up and down my spine. “I need to hear it, Millie. I need to hear you tell me yes.”

“Yes, I’m ready,” I whine, shaking my ass a little to make him laugh.

“You’re perfect for me, Millie,” he says as he starts to push the tip of his dick inside of me.

It burns. It burns so badly. But the words he just said are swimming through my brain and making me lightheaded.

I’m perfect for him.

“So perfect,” he says again as he breaks the tight ring, and the head of his cock slips inside me.

“Ohh,” I moan. “Fuck, that feels good, Noah.”

“You’re so fucking tight, Millie. I’m not going to last long once I get inside you.”

I can feel my body pulse around him, making him groan again. I smile into the sheets, knowing he can barely hold because of me. Something about knowing what I do to him is such a turn on for me. Taking a few deep breaths, my body relaxes, and he sinks a few more inches inside me. It’s still burning, but when I reach underneath my body to play with my clit, that burn turns into pleasure.

“Are you playing with yourself, sweet girl?” he asks me, thrusting one final time and sinking all the way in. I stretch around him and cry out as the orgasm crashes through me without warning. My muscles squeeze and flutter around him.

But it doesn’t stop him. He’s so close to his own release that he begins to fuck me through it. His thrusts are slow and even, but the constant movement draws out my own orgasm, making it hard to breathe.

“I’m going to come,” he grits out, his thrusts becoming uneven and quicker. It hurts a little now that he’s picked up the pace, but I force my body to relax because I want this. I want to be the best he’s ever had.

I want to be perfect.

“Millie,” he moans, his body spilling as I feel his dick swell inside of me.

Once he’s calmed down, he very slowly pulls out and immediately pulls me into him. He cradles me like I’m precious and loved. It goes straight to my fucking heart, and I have to stop myself from letting that part of me open up to him. I push the walls up and lockdown those emotions.

“Okay, that was actually really fucking good,” I say, wanting to take my mind off of what I’m feeling.

He kisses me everywhere his mouth can reach, and his arms hold me tightly against his sweaty body.

“Perfect, perfect woman,” he mumbles as he continues to kiss me all over.

I tickle his forearms with my nails, loving the little goosebumps that break out across them. His breathing gets heavier with each passing minute, and I can feel my eyes struggling to stay open as well.

“Tired.” His voice is full of sleep and I smile. Everything about Noah makes me smile lately.

A dangerous concept.

“Go to sleep,” I whisper.

He reaches between us, fiddling with something. I don’t realize what it is until he tosses it and a wet noise smacks against the hardwood floor.

“Lovely. My hardwood thanks you for that,” I say sarcastically.

“My hard wood thanks you forthat,” he jokes, smacking my ass.

I can’t help myself, I burst out laughing and smack him right back.

Always with the stupid jokes. Always making me laugh. Always making me smile. Always making me feel special.

Always, always, always.

Fuck. I’m so in over my head here. Maybe I wasn’t grown up enough for this arrangement after all.

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