His Pumpkin Pie

My cock is a slave to her cunt, and I release with her. It feels as if my cum is being pulled from between my legs and every drop I’ve ever had has been saved for this moment. It’s heavy inside her body as I hold it within her warmth, and already I’m beginning to spill out of her.

“Do not lose so much of me,” I order and swipe up the remains around where we are joined and rub it on her clit. She jerks against me like she’s sensitive, and I smile and kiss her shoulder and neck.

“Oh god, Miller, I can’t cum again.” Her breathing is heavy, and her legs are limp as I hold her body in place.

“We shall see.” I lean back in the tub and take her with me so that she can sit on my cock and rest against my chest.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispers and then laughs a little as she snuggles close.

“Perhaps I will take you once more to prove it was reality.” I kiss her neck, and she looks back at me.

“Only once more?”

“In this tub? Da.” I smile, and she kisses me sweetly. “You will be broken in properly in our bed.”

“Our bed?” I nod, and she closes her eyes. “This is all happening so fast.”

I shrug as I wrap my arms around her waist. “Fast is good. Slow is annoying.” I raise her up just a little and then rock her back down on my hard length. “You are mine.”Chapter ThirteenPumpkinHow can I miss someone that I was with an hour ago? Miller said he had things to handle with his family, and while I get it, that doesn’t stop the longing.

It’s a holiday weekend and he never did tell me if he and his brother were coming over for dinner. Now that we’re a we, shouldn’t we spend a holiday together? If it was up to me, I would have stayed in his bed for the rest of the week.

“Stop hiding in the bathroom.” Cookie bangs on the door.

“It’s not even locked,” I toss back.

I’m not hiding because there’s no point in hiding from my sister. She’s going to get the information she wants, come hell or high water.

“Oh.” She opens the door and lets herself in. She puts the lid down on the toilet and sits down to watch me while I put a cute braid in my hair. We still need to go to the store and start preparing food for tomorrow, so I want it up and out of the way. How much food can two big Russian men consume?

“So?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

My cheeks turn pink, and it answers her question without words. She lets out a small squeal before I hush her. I’m okay with Cookie knowing what Miller and I did last night, but not Mom and Dad. I’m sure they have a pretty good idea since I didn't come home until this morning, but I’m not going to advertise it.

“Let’s get out of here. I want details.” I nod in agreement, and we both hurriedly get dressed.

We’re almost out the door when my mom shouts from the kitchen, stopping us in our tracks.

“If that man we met last night will be joining us…” She smirks, knowing what she’s doing. “We could use a few more pies.”

“I invited him, but he didn't really give me a straight answer.” When we were getting off the plane it was a little chaotic when I’d suggested it, but Miller hasn't brought it back up.

“Well then, ask him.” Mom turns away from us and heads back into the kitchen. “We always have extra, so it should be fine.” Mom is apparently team Miller too.

“I can’t just ask him. It’s different now,” I whisper to Cookie as we shut the front door. “Before I was being nice, and now we’re like a couple.”

Are we a couple? It feels like it. I let the man do all kinds of things to my body without protection. That might have been stupid and naïve of me, but I trust him, and I don’t care if people think that’s crazy.

“You drive.” Cookie gives me the keys to her truck, and we hop in. I should have seen this coming. I know my sister so well. The moment I drop my purse down, she’s in it digging out my cell phone.

“Ahh, he sent a text saying he misses you.” Cookie looks at the time. “And it was like thirty minutes after he dropped you off.”

I know because I sent him one back. I glance over, watching Cookie type out a text, but I can’t read it. It’s starting to snow, and I have to focus on the road.

“What did you say?” I ask because the phone dings back only a second.