Page 10 of Securing Her Secrets
I barely register his words, mesmerized by the white drops of liquid steadily pouring from the tip of his cock. Suddenly I want to taste him like he’s tasted me twice now.
Miller squeezes his eyes shut as his entire body shakes. I slip off of the bed and sink to my knees in front of him. I have no idea what I’m doing, I just know I need to run my tongue over his hard length. Leaning forward, I lick up the drop of pearly liquid from his tip, gasping as the salty flavor hits my tongue.
“Rya! Jesus… You’re going to be the death of me, my sexy fucking angel.”
His words make me bold. I replace his hand with mine, gripping the base of his cock. I give him a few strokes like he was doing, testing out what he likes. Miller hisses out a breath when I squeeze him harder. Tightening my grip, I begin pumping in a steady rhythm while parting my lips and taking the head of his shaft into my mouth.
Miller mutters a string of curses under his breath and weaves his fingers in my hair. “Shit,” he growls. Miller pulls my head back by my hair and lifts me up before guiding me toward the bed. His hands skim down the sides of my body almost reverently, and then he pushes me backward, my back landing on the soft mattress. “Need to be inside you when I come,” he grunts.
I nod my head and spread my legs for him, inviting him to do just that. “I want that too,” I whisper.
Miller climbs up my body and crashes his mouth down on mine in a passionate kiss. Leaning back slightly, he gathers myhands and guides them over my head. He pins my wrists down with one of his massive hands and grips his dick with the other one. Miller drags his cock through my folds, coating himself in my cream before lining up with my entrance.
“Ready for me? For us? For forever?” His voice is soft, tender, and genuine. I see him struggling to hold back, and yet I know he’d stop at any time if I asked him. But I don’t want him to stop. Not now, not ever.
“I want it all. I’m ready, Miller.”
He kisses me as he thrusts all the way inside, tearing through my innocence and finally claiming me as his own. “I’m yours,” I whisper. I hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, but the look on Miller’s face lets me know he loves it.
“Yes the fuck you are, baby girl,” he grunts, hitting all the way home. He stretches me out, molding me to fit him and only him.
His thickness scrapes along my walls, the friction like striking a match as instant, overwhelming heat engulfs me. My stomach flips and spins, bliss pumping through my veins instead of blood.
“Christ, tell me you’re okay,” he grits out, the pain of holding back evident in his voice. Miller slides the hand holding my wrists down my arm and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb across my blush. His eyes capture mine, waiting patiently,painfully, for my response.
“I’m so good,” I murmur. “More, Miller. More, more, more,” I moan, clenching my pussy around him.
He growls and kisses me, pulling my leg higher up on his hip, changing the angle. His cock slides against some magical place inside me that has me sobbing his name louder with each thrust. Miller snaps his hips against mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit while hammering into that special spot.
Miller grunts my name every time his balls slap against my ass. I can feel him losing control, his strokes becoming deeper,harder, so damn rough. I love it. I claw at his arms and thrash beneath him, throwing my head back as I cry out his name over and over.
I convulse as he thrusts into me relentlessly. The exquisite pleasure bordering on pain builds and builds, higher and higher, one more, one more, again, again… until I break. Shards of pleasure cut me and heal me as I scream his name.
My orgasm rips through me, holding my body hostage, forcing me to feel every wave of bliss until tears drip down my face and I’m a sweaty, soaking mess beneath him.
One minute I’m clenching around his cock, and the next minute I’m empty. Bereft. I whimper at the loss of him, but he doesn’t leave me aching for long.
“I’ve got you.” Miller’s voice is deep and dark, sending fire dancing along my nerves.
His large hands grip my hips, and then I’m flipped onto my stomach. Miller pulls my hips back, getting me in position on my hands and knees. He runs his hands up and down my back, and then he squeezes my ass cheeks in a punishing hold, spreading them apart and exposing every inch of me.
He slams into me on a growl, and I brace myself for the hard and fast way he’s fucking me.
“Oh, God, Miller, it’s, it’s… you’re so deep,” I moan, pushing back against him as he thrusts forward. Each gut-twisting stroke winds me up higher and higher, until I’m right on the precipice, teetering on the edge.
His hips stutter as he loses his rhythm and starts rutting into me. His fingers dig into my hips as my fingers dig into the mattress, both of us clinging on to this tension-filled pleasure. A shiver runs through me, followed by another and another until I’m shaking violently.
My arms give out and Miller collapses on top of me, wedging his cock impossibly deeper as he grinds into my pussy. I feel hislips on my neck, and then his teeth as he bites down, releasing all the pressure in one massive explosion.
We both cry out as his hot seed spills into me. Wave after wave of his cum splashes into my cunt and then drips out, and still, there’s more. My pussy snaps around him as I sob out my climax.
I’m gasping for air as I float back down to Earth, the oxygen burning my lungs and yet somehow sending jolts of pleasure to my clit. Miller nuzzles into the side of my neck where he bit me, kissing the mark I’m sure he left behind.
Neither one of us moves, but I don't mind. He's holding himself up by his forearms so he doesn't crush me completely, but part of me wishes he would. I want to dissolve into him, this hard, rugged bodyguard who not only saved my life, but healed my shattered heart and confidence.
Eventually, Miller pulls out of me, both of us groaning at the loss. He rolls onto his back and drapes me across his chest, getting us as close as possible. Miller cups my cheek and kisses my forehead so sweetly before kissing one tear-stained cheek and then the other.
“Are you okay, Rya? Jesus, I fucked you so damn hard.”
