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

He pulled the robe from her body and knelt on the floor. His hands parted her thighs, and her ass hung off the bed. He stared at her pussy then ran a finger gently over the scar.

It was his way of dealing with his own pain, his own memories. She wouldn’t push him further. He gave in, he shared his secret with her.

“Dalton?”

He looked up as he used his thumbs to part her pussy lips.

“I love you, scars or no scars. I love you just as much as I love your brothers.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“Do you know, Dalton? Do you really know and feel it, too?”

“Yes, baby. I’m gonna show you.”

Dalton lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to feast on her. She swallowed hard, spreading her legs wider, placing the heels on the edge of the bed. He alternated between finger then tongue, and she moaned with every stroke.

“Oh, Dalton, so good, that feels so good.”

“I want to go slow, Millie. I need slow and perfect.”

“I know, Dalton. I need it, too.”

He kissed and licked along her inner thigh, making her squirm and wiggle. He chuckled, and when his warm breath collided with her pussy, she thrust her hips forward.

He released her and stood up. He began to pull off his jeans and she watched him, never letting her eyes leave his. He discarded his clothing and she waited in anticipation.

He stood there, stroking his cock, making her mouth water to taste him. She absorbed his taut muscles, the ridges and dips, and of course his tattoo across his arm and one down his side.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered, and she slid from the bed onto the rug in front of him. She knelt before him, her mouth a few inches below where his cock bobbed against his belly.

Slowly, she licked the tip, tasting pre-cum and rolling her tongue around the bulbous head.

“Aww hell, baby, that feels good.”

“You taste good,” she stated in a mumble because her lips hit the tip of his cock. He tightened his legs and chuckled.

“That tickled,” he admitted, and she knew exactly how that felt. His warm breath had collided with her pussy and it drove her insane before.

She took more of his cock down her throat, working it slowly deeper. He was thick and long and there was no way she could take him fully, but she would try her best. He reached down and held her hair and head with his hand. She moaned and so did he.

His hold tightened and then he gave a little tug of aggression. Her pussy wept and he chuckled. “Anthony said you like to be controlled in the bedroom. He wasn’t kidding.”

She sucked harder and cupped his balls at the same time and he gasped.

“I like that, baby, and I like control just as much as my brothers do.”

Millie began to move faster, taking his cock deep then pulling almost all the way out when suddenly, Dalton pulled her from him. He lifted her up and covered her mouth with his own. He was hungry and she tasted her own juices on his tongue as they battled for control. They fell to the bed, him landing between her legs. Their lips parted.

“So much for going slow,” Dalton said then reached down, lifted up slightly, and lined up his cock with her pussy. A moment later he penetrated her and began a thrusting rhythm that sent her through wave upon wave of tiny combustions. She kissed his neck along the scars there and then back to his face. He thrust into her, pulling her thighs higher against his sides until he lifted up to gain deeper penetration. Suddenly, her legs were up over his shoulders, her breasts pressed to her slightly swelled belly until he was balls deep inside of her. In and out he stroked her, trying to scratch an itch that was feeding her hunger for more of his cock.

“Harder, Dalton. Harder!” she screamed, and he gave her what she wanted. His thrusts were wild and deep. The bed shook, he growled over and over again, and suddenly she exploded, closing her eyes and feeling as though she were out of her body. He called her name then thrust three more times until he came inside of her, pouring his seed into her womb, and she wrapped her arms around him best she could as they recovered from their lovemaking.

He pulled from her slowly, then dragged her farther onto the bed and pulled her into his arms and snuggled close.

“That was incredible, baby. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”