“Please, Dalton, I need.”
“I’m going to give it to you, Millie. Please be patient with me.” She was suddenly shocked at his plea. I was right. He is struggling. Is it another woman? The bitch! Did she hurt him? I’ll wring her neck.
“Keep your hands above your head.” He pressed them down in a show of added seriousness to his command. It wasn’t a request.
She watched him as he absorbed her body. She focused on the scar by his neck and shoulder that disappeared beneath his T-shirt. She wanted to kiss it, to kiss him, touch him, and hold him tight.
“Dalton.”
“Shh.”
He played with her breasts, pulling and squeezing them before leaning down to kiss each nipple.
She moved her hands and he sat up, staring at her in warning.
She absorbed his expression and the fact that his shirt was still on. It didn’t sit right with her, but she obeyed his pleas. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to analyze him.
When he reached down to play with her clit, she closed her eyes and lifted her pelvis. Her hands remained above her head as she gripped some material between her fingers, holding on so she wouldn’t mess up and touch him. This position of compliance and submission aroused her fully. God, I want him so badly it hurts.
When he lined his cock up with her entrance and lightly moved the tip back and forth across her sensitive flesh, she felt her pussy tighten then leak again.
“Oh please, Dalton. I need you inside of me.”
He took her plea seriously and slowly, torturously pushed into her.
She tried to thrust up into him so his thick, hard cock would penetrate her faster, but he reached up to hold her upper arms then pushed in.
She gasped at the fullness and opened her eyes to look down. Dalton wasn’t fully inside of her.
“Oh, God,” she panted and he eased into her.
“Easy, baby. Don’t tighten up. You can take all of me.”
And she did want all of him. She wanted every part of him.
He released her arms, grabbed her thighs, and shoved fully into her, making Millie scream. Over and over again he would pull out then thrust back in. She kept her arms above her head and that added to her desires. She was w
et again, very wet as the sloshing sound seemed to echo in the room. She was in tune to every sensation. With every thrust, she watched her breasts bounce. She felt her nipples tighten and her belly muscles squeezed tight. Dalton grunted with every in-and-out movement of penetration.
“So tight and so fucking sweet,” he yelled as his thrusts intensified and Millie fought to touch him.
“Oh God, Dalton!” She screamed her release and then exploded with Dalton still pumping into her. Her breath caught in her throat and then Dalton roared her name as he came.
He pulled her into his arms and rolled to his back with his cock still deep inside of her. He hugged her tight. She could hardly breathe but snuggled against him.
“Incredible,” he whispered and she closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of safety and contentedness of being in his arms.
Chapter 15
Dalton sat up, causing Millie to straddle his waist and hold his shoulders. She snuggled against him and he tightened his hold. She scattered kisses along his jaw and then to his neck. As she made contact with the scar while pressing her hands against his chest he grabbed her hips and pushed her away.
She was shocked.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” she asked as she held his gaze.
She swallowed a bit of fear. She knew that Dalton wouldn’t hurt her, but she also sensed his strength and was aware of his training as ex-military.