“You bet.” Marco leaned down to kiss Millie on the cheek before he headed downstairs. Anthony kissed her next and then Jeremy. Hank remained with Dalton standing in the doorway.
“You are more beautiful than I imagined, Millie,” Hank whispered as he took a seat next to her on the bed. He caressed the skin on her arm with the back of his knuckles.
“Are you okay? They weren’t too rough?” he asked, and she shook her head then looked back toward Dalton. His expression was dark and intense. He seemed to be struggling with something. As if sensing her tension at watching Dalton, Hank pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek, turning her face toward him.
“I want to make love to you, too, baby. I want to hold you and keep you safe in my arms.”
She smiled at him.
“I want you, too, Hank,” she whispered, and Hank leaned forward to kiss her.
He made love to her mouth as he removed the shirt from her body and explored with his hands. He was a big man, too, just like his brothers, and his large hands hardly covered her breasts. The feel of his skin and the intensity of the attraction made her wet all over again and soon Millie was reciprocating.
She reached between them and undid the button on Hank’s jeans. He stopped kissing her to stand up, and she watched as he removed his jeans and saw that he went commando.
“That is sexy,” she told him, and he smiled. She wondered where her brazenness was coming from. She hardly knew these men and was solely going by her gut and her emotions right now. She absorbed his body and the slight blush against his cheeks. Did her words do that to him?
“Glad you think so, sweetness,” he whispered then lay down next to her on the bed. He ran his fingers across her torso and she tightened as the goose bumps covered her flesh.
He stared into her eyes and she held his gaze, wishing she could tell him all the things she was feeling at once right now. Millie was overwhelmed with desire and affection for five men. The thought alone overwhelmed her.
“Are you okay? Are we moving too fast?” Hank asked while his fingers gently played against her skin. Her core tightened and her vaginal muscles clamped in response. She knew that she had it bad.
“I’m beyond thinking straight right now, Hank. I feel like there’s so much to talk about and confirm, yet the need for you to be inside me is much greater right now. It’s wild, isn’t it?” she asked him.
He smiled at her. She absorbed his blond hair and watched the sparkle in his bright blue eyes.
“You make us wild, woman. You got under our skin in a flash and there ain’t no other woman who ever came close to doing that. I want you so badly it hurts inside, Millie.”
His words burned through to her soul.
“Then take me,” she whisp
ered and her voice cracked. She thought he would lean over and kiss her or slowly make his way between her legs, but she was wrong. These men were experienced lovers and they were lethal.
“Spread your legs for me, angel,” he whispered as he held her gaze, and she practically came from the intensity but immediately did as she was told.
She opened her thighs wide as Hank trailed fingers from breast to mound.
Looking down as his fingers parted her folds and spread her pussy lips turned her on and made her feel hot. Her clit tingled and her nipples hardened. How could she be so aroused and ready to have sex again so quickly?
She lifted her hips, hoping he wouldn’t tease her and would press a finger to her pussy.
“Please, Hank,” she begged then heard a groan from across the room. There was Dalton with his pants unbuttoned and his cock in his hand.
Hank’s words came crashing back into her mind. “You make us wild, woman.”
Could it be true? Could she really have such a strong effect over five perfect men? The thought gave her confidence and built up her self-esteem in a flash. She looked at Dalton. He appeared aroused, and boy, did he look edible. She wanted to taste him, to touch him and hold him, too.
“Dalton,” she moaned just as Hank pressed a finger up into her pussy.
She felt his forearm across her thigh and the muscles hard against the soft swell of her belly. She moaned and lifted her hips. His digit was thick and hard and teased her pussy. She needed him inside of her, but she was so overstimulated if he continued to stroke her she would scream her orgasm any moment.
Hank swooped down to kiss her lips quickly as he thrust his finger in and out. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, tilting her head back while moaning from the effects.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re so responsive.” Hank pinched her clit as he sat up and moved between her legs. “I can’t play around, baby. I’m so hard I’m about to burst. I want to be inside you when I do,” he told her.
“Oh, please, Hank. I need you, too.”