Chapter Sixteen

Milo

Fuck. I almost come as soon as I'm inside of her. That's how tight she is, and how long I've been waiting for this moment – to again feel her hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Nothing could have prepared me for this, though. Even the first time we were together, it didn’t feel like this.

Because this time, she knows who I am. She knows who I am and she's fucking me because she wants to. After everything I've done to her, after the hell I've rained down on her life, she's still giving herself to me. She's still willing to spread her legs and take me inside of her.

And for that, I'm glad. I've had plenty of women in my day, but none have ever compared to Bree fucking Longstreet. She is the gold standard of sex for me.

My cock throbs inside of her, and she squeezes it with her muscles in return. I suck in a sharp breath, almost losing control again. I'm not ready to blow my load. I want to make this last.

“Fuck, baby, you're full of surprises,” I gasp.

The pixie-like smile that appears on her face makes my dick throb more than before. Bree is so sweet, innocent, and pure. At least – everywhere but in the bedroom with me. Behind closed doors, she's a filthy, sexy woman. And I love it more than I can say.

“Tell me you're my dirty whore, baby,” I groan, burying myself as deep into her as possible. “Mine.”

“Yes, Milo,” she cries, her fingernails clenching my back. “I'm yours, baby. Fuck me like your dirty little whore. Fucking give it to me.”

Knowing that she is such a good girl outside of the bedroom, hearing her dirty talk drives me absolutely insane. It makes me want to take Bree and corrupt her in every way possible.

With my cock deep inside of her, she whispers the filthiest things in my ear and I feel a shudder pass through my body. My balls tighten almost painfully and I'm on the verge of blowing my load. I grit my teeth and fight it back.

We can't have that. Not yet. I haven't waited all these years to be inside of her again only to have it end within a few minutes. No, this is going to fucking last. I'm going to make her come over and over again, screaming out my name louder each time. That much, I can guarantee.

I distract myself by kissing her, our tongues meeting in each other’s mouths. She wraps her hands around the back of my neck, her fingers playing with my hair. The feeling of her nails along the back of my neck sends a shudder through my body and I moan, low and deep, in my throat.

I sit up, still inside of her, and grab her hands, pinning them above her head on the bed. I can’t take the extra stimulation, not if I want to last. Besides just looking down and seeing the pure lust and absolute helplessness on her face, combined with having my dick sheathed inside of her, turns me on.

“Please, Milo,” she gasps. “I need to touch you.”

I have no intention of letting go of her hands. Instead, I fall back on top of her, our bodies pressed together. Her full tits are pushed against my chest. I start to move, thrusting my hips, slamming my cock into her, and fuck her harder. With my free hand, I grab hold of her leg, positioning it over my shoulder to let my cock penetrate her even deeper.

Her eyes grow wide and she gasps as I shove my cock into her as far as it will go, her tight pussy clenching hard around me.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan through gritted teeth.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel my orgasm thundering towards us like a runaway locomotive. I immediately stop moving and pull out before I lose it, and Bree wraps her legs around me, yanking me further inside of her.

“No, Milo, please don't stop,” she cries.

“Turn over,” I command. “On your stomach. Now.”

She does as she's told, acting like the good little whore I know she can be. Now on her stomach, I pull Bree upwards until her ass is even with my erection. She's up on her arms and her tits dangle in front of her. She looks over her shoulder at me, and when I drive my stiff rod into her, Bree cries out, her entire body shaking.

Seeing her curvy body from this angle isn't helping me stave off my orgasm, because God knows, this woman is fine as hell. Squeezing her ass with one hand, I reach up and grab her hair, yanking her head back. She lets out a yelp when I slap her tight ass good and hard.

“You're such a bad girl,” I say.

She gasps. “I am,” she moans. “I'm a very bad girl, baby.”

I drive my hard prick into her and slap her ass again, forcing her to stifle a cry. Bree is everything I have ever desired in a woman. The total package is right here, on her hands and knees in front of me. I thrust my dick into her harder and harder, my grunts even more animalistic in nature as her groans become more desperate.

I let go of her hair, but give her ass another firm smack, and I hear her suck in a sharp breath in response. With my free hand, I reach around and rub her clit while pounding my cock into her. As soon as my fingers touch her, she spasms.

“Oh God,” she says, her words barely intelligible.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl, shoving my cock into her roughly. “Come for me – all over my fucking cock.”

“Yes, baby. You're going to make me come so fucking hard,” she screams, her voice cracking at the end as I bury my shaft deep inside her delicious pussy.

I pull back my free hand and smack her hard on the ass at the same time I drive my cock deep inside of her. She cries out, a sound of pleasure blended with pain. Her breathing grows ragged and her pussy tightens around my thick shaft.

“Oh yes, baby,” she screams.

I smile at the red handprint I've left on her ass and decide to smack it again, for good measure. Her body arches and she throws her head back, crying out. So, I smack her ass again. And again. She cries out and pushes herself backwards, trying to take my dick even deeper inside of her.

“Again, Milo!” she calls. “Please. Again.”

Who am I to deny a request like that? I reach back and slap her ass again, harder this time, and she groans, burying her head in a pillow. Her auburn hair surrounds her like a curtain, shielding that beautiful face from my view. Her ass and breasts are nice from this angle, but I find myself craving the look in her eyes, the feel of her breath on my face, and most importantly, her lips on mine.

I reach back and spank that firm little ass once more, and this time, she lets out a long, loud scream. Anyone listening at the door would think I was murdering her, but she's moaning under her breath as her body spasms uncontrollably with pleasure. She's squirming wildly and gripping the bedding tightly, her body shaking so hard that I have to hold onto her hips keep her from falling off the bed.

“I'm coming, Milo,” she manages to whimper.

Not that she needed to tell me that. It's obvious from the contractions of her pussy around my cock. God, feeling muscles inside of her tighten and release like that, knowing that she's coming, is almost too much for me to bear. I grit my teeth and continue thrusting into her, powering through her orgasm with her. I intend to give her more before I finally shoot my load into her. I want to make this a night Bree Longstreet will never forget – because this could very well be the last time I ever have her.

Which, I have to say, would be a damn shame.

“Oh my God, Oh God,” she cries out, biting down on a pillow as she wiggles her sweet ass into me, pushing back on my cock, as the last of her orgasm washes over her.

Bree's body goes limp, and I know that she is reveling in the afterglow, sated. But, I'm not done with her yet. I pull my cock out of her as she quivers around me, and drop down on the bed beside her, looking over at her as she tries to learn how to breathe normally again. Her face is glistening and glowing. Her cheeks are flushed a bright red, and there's an intense look in her eyes.

I stroke her cheek and turn her head so she's looking into my eyes. I give her a devious little smile.

“We’re not done yet, darlin',” I say.

“Not even close,” she says, nearly breathless. “I'm not finished yet, Milo. Not by a long shot.”

“Good.” I trail my finger down her jaw and her neckline, savoring the softness of her flesh. “Because I want you to ride my cock. I want to watch every inch of your sexy body moving while you fuck me.”

Her breathing is slowing down, and she seems to be regaining her composure, although there is still plenty of color in her cheeks and her hair is a mess. But, looking at her like that, seeing her stripped down and laid bare before me, I can't help but think that she is utterly gorgeous. I can say in all honesty that I've never seen a woman as beautiful as Bree Longstreet.

As I look at her nude body laying beside me, her eyes wild and filled with desire, I almost have to reach down and pinch myself. I still have a hard time believing that she is fucking me again after all that has happened between us. I’m either lucky, or she is into me as much as I'm into her.

I'm hoping for the latter.

A salacious little smile on her lips, she gets up and lets me guide her until she's straddling me, her breasts near my face. Those perfect, pink nipples are just begging to be sucked, but first thing's first. Reaching down, I grab my penis and guide it to her tight, wet opening. I slide my cock between her moist lips and she lowers herself on to it.

Bree throws her head back and moans as she slides down my prick, inch by inch. And when I'm fully inside of her, she begins to rock back and forth, grinding her hot little twat on my cock. She leans forward, planting her hands on my chest, as she starts to ride me, her groans low and breathy.

The girl is like the Energizer Bunny of sex – she just keeps going. Not that I'm not complaining. I'm enjoying every goddamn second of it. Finally, a woman who can keep up with me.

“Fuck me,” I growl. “Fuck me like the dirty little whore I know you are.”

Bree reaches down and grips the base of my cock in her delicate little hand. She raises herself up and strokes my prick, before she slides herself back down with ease, her pussy delightfully wet and warm. She keeps a firm grip on my cock as she thrusts herself up and down on my rod, grinding herself against me, her clit rubbing against my pelvic bone. She sits up, her petite body long and perfect. Her breasts bounce as she moves faster, fucking me harder.

My hands are on her hips, holding her in place, and I look her up and down, devouring her body with my eyes. I raise my hips meeting her downward thrusts, going deeper and deeper with each movement. She closes her eyes and moans softly as she rides me, looking like she is in heaven.

“Open your eyes,” I command.

She obeys, and her emerald green eyes are wild and full of fire as she bounces on my cock. Her hand traces the tattoo on my lower stomach, and she moans.

“Milo, you feel so good, baby,” she says. “Tell me you like fucking me.”

“Fuck yes,” I say. “I love fucking you, Bree.”

I take my hands off her hips and let her lead the way. She's doing a damn good job of fucking me, riding me just the way I want it. I sit up and take one of her breasts in my hand, licking and sucking on her stiff nipple. She shudders and groans as I take the pink nipple between my lips and suck even harder.

“Oh yes!” she cries out.

I'm sitting up, her breasts in my face, sucking on her tit and realize that there is no other place I'd rather be. This woman is a fucking goddess. She's everything I have ever wanted. As I watch her rising and falling on my hard cock, over and over again, the thought occurs to me that she may just be the one that tames me. I think that for many reasons, and one of those is because she's the only one who can keep up with my stamina.

She grinds against me, drawing circles on my cock with her hips. My balls are aching now, begging for sweet release, but my pride wants to make her come one more time. I want to look in her eyes as she comes. I want to see the look on her face as her body is ravaged by a powerful orgasm. I'm looking into her eyes with her nipple in my mouth, and she smiles down at me, a devious grin on her lips.

I reach my hand back and slap her ass again, nice and hard, drawing a surprised yelp from her. It breaks her rhythm and she falters, but quickly finds it again, bouncing up and down on my stiff prick. I slap her ass once more and she cries out.

“Cum inside me, Milo,” she begs. “Fill me with your cum, baby.”

“Oh, fuck yes,” I say. “I'm going to fill you up, baby.”

She shoots me a devious grin, and her pussy tightens around my hard shaft. She clenches and releases it in perfect rhythm, and I shudder. I can feel the hot liquid lava filling my insides, waiting to burst out of my hard cock. I grit my teeth and grab her hips, pulling her down on me hard. I keep her there as I fight to stave off the inevitable for a little while longer.

In that moment, all I can think about is driving my cock into her. Fucking her hard and pounding that pussy with my stiff prick. And yet, at the same time, I want to slow things down. I want to keep myself from coming until she's ready.

Bree, however, does not take no for an answer. She continues gripping my cock with her internal muscles. It's like she's trying to milk every last drop of cum out of me. I grit my teeth harder and growl low in my throat, feeling the end draw near.

“No, no,” I cry out, pressing my head harder against her chest. “Not yet.”

But she grips me one last time and it's too late. My cock pulses and throbs as I shoot a thick, hot stream of cum into the condom. I squeeze my eyes shut and moan as I erupt inside of her.

“Fuck!” I cry out, as I arch my hips up, burying my cock deep into her snug pussy as I ride out the waves of my orgasm.

Her head thrown back, Bree cries out along with me.

“I'm coming, Milo,” she gasps. “Oh God, I'm –”

Her words turn into unintelligible moans as our eyes meet. Her face twists into a look of pure and utter pleasure when I blow my load inside of her. We come together, and I swear I can see actual sparks flying. Neither one of us can form a coherent phrase or sentence – it's just a bunch of groans, grunts and screams, all blending together in one perfect, erotic harmony.

Bree collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. Her heartbeat booms in her chest, and she sits there, silently, her head resting against my chest. My quickly deflating cock still inside of her. Slowly and gently, she slides her body off me, gripping the condom for me and carefully taking it off.

She tosses it into the trash can next to the nightstand and moves to get out of bed. She reaches for her dress on the floor and I grab her arm, turning her back toward me.

“You're leaving?”

“I figure that is the arrangement, right?”

Her eyes are heavy with sleep, but she's smiling. I can tell she's exhausted. Hell, so am I.

“You shouldn't be driving,” I say, patting the bed next to me.

“Milo, are you asking me to spend the night?”

I shrug, leaving it open to her interpretation. I hate to admit that she's gotten under my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I shouldn't. But, damn. I don't want her to leave. I want her to stay here – with me. Not that I can say it out loud.

“Only if you want to,” I say. “But I don't think it's safe. Not with you being unable to walk and all.”

She chuckles and punches me lightly in the chest. “You really think you're that good, huh?”

“I don't think I am, baby. I know I am,” I say and wink at her.

Neither one of us can stop smiling, but there's a slight awkwardness that hangs in the air between us that wasn’t there before. She hesitates and looks at the door, biting her lip. I can see the indecision and uncertainty on her face. Reaching out, I touch her arm, softly, and she turns back to face me.

“I really should get home,” she says.

“Alright, I can't stop you,” I say with a sigh.

I sit up beside her, and notice she's still watching me. Her smile grows wider, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“You really want me to spend the night with you?” she asks. “Milo Sheridan isn't kicking out a girl after he gets off? Pinch me, I can't believe it's real.”

“Believe it, baby,” I say. “Like I said before, you're different. Special. I knew it that night on the gazebo all those years ago. And I know it now. You're not just any woman. You aren’t somebody to be used and toyed with.”

Her cheeks flush, but she's smiling. She leans forward and takes me by surprise when she touches her soft lips to mine. Bree’s hands are on my chest, and she's drawing circles on my skin with her fingernail. God, I don't know why, but I really want her to stay.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her back down on the bed beside me, wrapping her petite frame in my large arms. She giggles as she settles in beside me, and the sound fills my heart with a warmth I never knew possible.

“Fine, I'm not asking, Bree Longstreet,” I say. “You're staying with me tonight.”

She's quiet, resting her head on the pillow next to mine. Then she moves closer to me and rests her head on my chest as if she was trying to listen to my heartbeat. Her hair is soft against my flesh, and I run my hands through it, savoring the closeness of our bodies. Neither one of us says anything for a long time, and eventually, I hear her breathing become soft and even as she drifts off to sleep.