Page 105 of Criminally Yours

She bit her lip. She wanted him in her mouth. She squeezed the head of his cock, distracted as she ground herself against his thigh and imagined him pulsing against her tongue.

“I love how you’re touching me, but if you don’t ride my dick right now, I’m flipping you over and fucking you the way naughty girls get fucked.”

“Your cock is distracting.” It jerked against her palm.

“Then let me make this easy for you. If you don’t straddle me in five seconds,” he growled, “I’m tying you up and edging you until you’re a soaking begging mess. Do you understand?”

She nodded keenly.

“Five, four,” he counted down as she positioned his dick at her entrance. She wanted to test him and make him do the things he promised, press all his buttons, but she’d already waited too long to have him inside her.

“Three, two.”

Millie pumped him one more time before slipping him inside her.

“One,” he groaned

She gasped for breath as he filled her. Her hips attempted to grind before she was ready. She was desperate for him.

“So wet, so tight,” he panted when he was in.

“Sit up,” she demanded. “I want to kiss you. We have spent years not kissing, and I want your mouth on mine as we fuck.”

He hissed as he moved upwards. With his arm across her back, he held her against him while thrusting inside her. “Arms around my neck.”

She obeyed as she rode him. His skin burned hers as their rhythms synced. “Tell me how much you need this.”

The pleasure filling her as he kissed her chest and neck made her moan loud enough to worry the neighbourhood.

“Deeper,” she cried out.

He pounded her faster as he bit and sucked her neck, marking her flesh. She pumped her thighs, squeezing her butt in time with the jerks of his body.

Whenever she was close, he slowed them, but he never stopped holding her close.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as he thrust a hand in her hair, pulling her head to his and kissing her aggressively.

Her tongue tangled with his as he continued to own her body. His pulsing biceps and pecs rippling against her skin drove her arousal higher.

The urge to come fought against the need for endless pleasure. Sweat dripped between their bodies, and when she cupped his face, he gripped her arse with both hands and pulled him onto her again and again.

He dug his fingers into her flesh, hinting he was close. Her orgasm was on the cusp of exploding as each thrust of her hips met a push of his pelvis. His cock pushed deeper and deeper.

She held on tight as she kissed him with years of repressed desires.

He released her from the kiss to growl, “I’ve fantasised about you like this for ten years. I want to come inside you.”

His grip on her butt tightened, and she kissed him hard, her tongue inside his mouth. Her body shook, and arousal filled her veins. Her orgasm exploded. It rushed through her, and she pulled him close and screamed into his mouth.

He came, too, his heat deep inside her. She rode it out, pumping softer and softer until her limbs relaxed, and he fell against the pillow. She went with him, their bodies still entwined and his hands holding her close.

Eventually, he ditched the condom. As she rested against his chest, she saw the tattoo on his thigh that she’d caught a glimpse of nights earlier.

She traced it with her finger. “Is this a?—”

“Tattoo of a sunset.”

“When did you get it?” she asked, scooting down the bed for a better look.