Page 129 of Quiet Obsession
So I wreck her.
I fall forward and cover her body with mine, my cock dragging over her G-spot in that demanding rhythm she expects. But the kiss I take from her lips mirrors the soft state of my mind.
“Oh God,” she moans, dragging her nail down my spine. “Please...harder.”
“Close already?” I slide my hand down to play with her clit. “We just started.”
“So close,soclose.”
I angle my hips just right, dragging my cock through her faster while my fingers roll sensation over sensation across her clit until her back bows and the first orgasm strikes, so potent her legs shake around my waist.
“That’s...”
My girl, my girl, my good fucking girl.
“That’s a good girl.”
Mine. Always mine.
There’s nothing I want more than to say it aloud. Claim her with words the way I claim her with my body, but if I do, if I’ll allow myself to think this is it, that she’s mine, I’ll want to keep her forever and that’s not written in our stars.
“Look at me, Millie,” I demand, starved for the ecstasy twisting her features and glazing her hazel-blues every time she comes for me. “That’s it, stay with me.”
I fuck her through the orgasm, my tempo never faltering as she rides the wave, her pussy spasming around my cock for a good thirty seconds before she calms down.
“So good,” she whispers, throwing one arm over her eyes.
“You said three. Don’t tap out at one.”
I flip her over, cross her ankles, and straddle her thighs, slipping my cock back inside.
She comes like that within moments, her orgasm as potent as the first. It’s fucking hard holding back when she writhes beneath me, her skin flushed, misted with sweat, her pussy milking my cock, but I manage and flip her over again.
Her third orgasm is quieter, mouth open, no sound coming out at first, just pure sensation flooding her face before a broken gasp escapes. She tightens around me and I grip her hip hard, watching her aftershocks ripple as I chase my own release.
It hits me like a freight train seconds later and I drop my forehead to her shoulder while my balls pull taut. Pushing into her a few more times, I stop deep inside, catching my breath.
“A man of his word,” Millie whispers, toying with my hair. “Three as requested.”
I drop a kiss in the crook of her shoulder, then peck her lips and roll away, taking her with me. She nuzzles into my chest, my hand spread over her lower back.
“What makes a daythree orgasmsbad?”
She doesn’t answer right away, drawing something along my ribs with her finger. Words still don’t come to her easily, but I don’t mind the wait. In fact, I could wait until morning if that meant she’d stay right here.
“It wasn’tbadbad just... heavy,” she admits, pausing again. “I called my psychiatrist last week, and I’ve been following his advice, but it’s not easy. Today was particularly hard.”
A few questions beeline for answers. Why did she call him? What happened? Why didn’t she tell Hyde?
He would’ve told us. He’d think she was regressing. He’d worry. And when he worries, he drinks and vents.
Then again, since he told me about Millie and Noah kissing, he’s stopped talking to me about his sister. And he’salways watching me when she’s around. He fuckingfollowedme the other day, like some kind of PI.
I veer my mind back on track before the bitterness spoils this moment. Millie’s still quiet in my arms, deciding how much she’s willing to share, and that’s okay. She can take hours for all I care.
She’s been opening up little by little, talking more, but I’m always alert, waiting for the shutdown. Having her here, close, nestled into me, her voice unguarded... none of it feels real.
None of it is what I deserve, but I’ll take what she gives as long as she gives it.
