“I’m sure you can fix that with time.” I have no clue where my words come from, as his fingers find my clit, but it’s all too much. I explode.
“Fuck!” he grits out.
His cock jerks as he starts to come with me. His warmth spills inside of me as my orgasm rolls through my body. It’s different from all the others. The pleasure comes from everywhere. The orgasm is endless, going on and on before my body becomes completely lax.
Mateo’s body collapses on top of mine for a second before he rolls. I end up sprawled on top of his giant body, his cock still inside of me. I rest my head on his chest. His heart thumps loudly against my ear.
One of his hands comes to my back, his fingers drifting up and down. The other is on my ass, holding me right where I am, with his still hard cock still lodged deep inside me. Wetness slowly spills out.
That should probably freak me out. I’m not on anything, but it doesn't scare me. In fact, my sex contracts around his cock thinking about a future with Mateo. One that might include little ones.
“Milly,” he groans.
“I can’t help it. My vagina does what it wants around you.”
“So does your mouth, apparently. Talking about me breaking your pussy in.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You did.” His hand holding my butt cheek releases long enough for him to give it a quick slap. My sex contracts around his cock again. Another groan leaves him. That backfired on him. But I keep that to myself, smiling against his chest. “What else would it mean if you said I could fix you being so tight over time?”
“Oh, I suppose.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. It only works for about two seconds.
“Milly.” He squeezes my ass as the giggles spill free. His cock jerks inside of me again, only harder this time. I swear I feel him come again but only a little. “You need to rest.”
He rolls, pinning me below him again. I wrap my legs around him. Well, the best I can at least. He’s giant, and my legs are short.
“I don’t want to rest.” This time I lock my sex down around his cock on my own. “You’re going to break me in.”
“Fuck me.” He grits his teeth, his jaw flexing.
“I think that means fuck me.” I smirk.
“You’re a little minx.”
“You’re a minx.” With those words I get what I want.
For tonight, I’m his minx. Tomorrow I’ll have to be a Rutherford again. Unless Mateo decides to make me a Klein.
17
Mateo
“Are we here to steal something?” Milly whispers in my ear, then nibbles the lobe.
“I stole the most important thing last night.” I turn and kiss her.
She pulls back. “You stole something last night? I thought you were here with me the whole time.”
She’s so damn adorable. Maybe not exactly neurotypical, but that’s just another reason to love her. There’s no one else in the world like Milly.
“You don’t remember?” I reach down and cup her sex.
She squeals. “Oh!”
“Oh, so you do remember?” I tease.
“That wasn’t stolen. I handed it to you on a silver platter, as they say.” She bites my bottom lip.
My cock starts to thicken again. We’ve been in bed all day. Room service and each other–I feel like we could just live here like this. Lost in each other. But my phone has buzzed intermittently. I haven’t check it, but I know the threats are there. My client wants what he thinks he’s owed.
“Thank you for the gift.” I kiss her back. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
She giggles, then runs her fingers through my hair.
Scarab jumps onto the bed. He’s been hiding in the bathroom all day. It’s probably for the best. Wouldn’t want to scar the little guy by having him watch his parents going at it like maniacs. The thought makes me smile. Milly and me–parents.
“Hey, my little fur baby.” She coos and strokes down his back as he chitters at her a little.
“I can’t believe he talks to you.” I watch in awe.
“He doesn’t talk to you?” She scratches under his chin.
“No, but he shit in my shoe once.”
Her laugh is instant and raucous, but Scarab only flicks his ears back a little. He enjoys the petting too much to be bothered. “I’m sure he’s telling lies about you, right, Scarab? You’d never do that.”
I arch a brow at him as he butts his head against her hand.
“He’s a sweetheart.” She kisses his nose.
I glance out the window at the falling night. “To answer your question–”
“I asked a question?”
“About stealing something,” I remind her.
“Oh, yes. Is that why we’re in Paris?”
“Yes.”
She nods. “Makes sense. What are we stealing? Do we need to scope it out first? I’m ready to do recon.”