Millie's Second Chance (The Town of Pearl 4)

Hank caressed along her inner thighs until the tips of his thumbs rubbed gently against her pussy. She tilted her hips and he lifted her thighs, getting into a better position to penetrate her.

“So amazing. Get ready, baby. I’ve got a lot to give you.” And he pushed forward.

He was thick and hard, but her pussy was so extra wet from Dalton watching them. She had never thought that knowing someone watched her having sex would turn her on like this. She was wet beyond anything she had ever felt. The sloshing sound filled the air, and she was almost embarrassed.

“Oh fuck, Millie, you’re so wet. Our little sweet angel likes being watched, huh? You like knowing that my brother is jerking off as I’m fucking this sweet, wet pussy?”

“Oh!” Millie screamed from Hank’s words.

He was covering her now, her hips spread against him wide while he thrust in and out. He kept rocking his hips fast and then he would slow down, nearly torturing her. He placed his hands against her cheeks, holding her head in place. Hank’s expression was wild, his breathing rapid, his eyes glazed over in arousal.

“Woman, what you do to me.” Hank covered her mouth with his. He kissed her wildly, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he thrust his cock deep into her, making her moan against his mouth. Her vaginal muscles clamped down tighter. It was outrageous and crazy. She kissed him back, giving as good as she was getting. All her lust and sexual desire for this man came pouring out of her. She ran her hands along his skin. She rubbed her fingernails across any bit of flesh she could touch and hold on to as he thrust faster while he lay his face against her neck and shoulder.

She was so aroused and ready to ignite, and then he yelled her name as he came hard inside of her. He thrust his hips twice before falling against her.

She was deaf from the sensations of her orgasm. Her breathing echoed in her ears. It was odd and crazy. As she controlled her breathing she felt Hank kissing her collarbone, her neck, her lips, and then her breasts. He was scattering kisses everywhere.

“So beautiful. So soft and perfect,” he told her and then slowly parted from her body. She grabbed at him, wanting him to remain inside of her, never wanting these sensations and this strong connection to break. She felt so safe and perfect when one of her men were inside of her.

My men? Oh my heavens, I’m losing it.

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Hank stood up and Millie began to close her legs when she felt strong, rough hands against her thighs.

She opened her eyes and locked gazes with Dalton.

Oh my good heavens, does he look determined and needy?

He was still wearing his black shirt but no pants. Why was he wearing his shirt?

She swallowed hard as she absorbed the sensation of warm, large hands against her thighs. His green eyes sparkled, his pupils nearly dilated. They were mesmerizing and so was he. She couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.

Dalton was complicated, mysterious, and suspenseful. These words were what came to mind instantly. Did he really want her or was he just along for the ride with his brothers? Her heart ached a moment at the thought, but then she focused on his face, his scar, and his aura surrounding her.

“Dalton.”

“Shh.” He spoke so deeply and with such power she stared at him.

Then she wondered if he needed her to make the first move. She reached up to remove his shirt or at least press her fingertips against his skin. She knew he would be taut and muscular beneath the clothing.

He shook his head and she didn’t understand what was giving him such a difficult time.

“Dalton?” she whispered again then reached for him. This time he grabbed her wrists, placed them above her head, and leaned forward. The move caused her breasts to push up and toward his face as he descended upon her and his eyes sparkled. He seemed to be going through some inner struggle. Either that or he didn’t like being touched. What the heck?

Before she could question him he leaned down and ran his tongue across one nipple. Fuck does that feel good.

Millie was on fire again. She didn’t care what he did just as long as he touched her. He lapped at one nipple then nibbled on the tender flesh, causing her to feel the tightness from her breast to her pussy. She tilted her hips up against him, but his thick frame didn’t allow for much room.

She gave in to his demands for control. It seemed to be the way he wanted it and she wasn’t complaining. Dalton hadn’t hurt her or appeared as if he ever would. Instead, she relished in the foreplay he was initiating.

He feasted on her for several long minutes before he moved to the other breast. It was getting to the point where she wanted to grab his face and make him lick, suck, and nibble where she needed it most. But Dalton wouldn’t budge. He was taking his time. Every so often she would try to move her arms from his hold to touch him, but he would squeeze a little tighter. She couldn’t touch him and for some wild reason it turned her on but also made her feel frustrated.

She could feel his thick cock against her mound as he rubbed back and forth ever so softly. Between that and the brush of cloth from his shirt against her mound, she was turning nearly insane with need.

“Dalton, I want to touch you,” she began to say, but he cut her off by kissing her hard on the mouth. She could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance as she lifted her legs, placing her feet on the comforter for leverage. She would make him push inside of her. She needed it and she needed it badly.

She thrust her pelvis up, but he wasn’t ready. Dalton made love to her mouth, exploring every bit of it as he held her hands above her head. Her body began to quake and tighten with need as she whimpered into his mouth. He released her lips then licked along her collarbone to her neck. He nibbled, causing tiny goose bumps to travel along her skin.