Chapter 275 Stolen Moments

Chapter 275 Stolen Moments
“Evan… we have to go back…”
Undeterred, Evan’s hands slid lower, hooking beneath her thighs. With a fluid, commanding lift, he hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, the heat of her core pressing against him as he carried her to the vanity. He swept the surface clear—brushes, perfume bottles, and compacts crashing to the floor—and planted her on the edge, wedging himself between her spread thighs. His fingers traced her thighs as he leaned in, kissing her neck.
Millie’s breath hitched. “Evan,” she tried again, “we can’t—”
His fingers traced the waistband of her panties. His other hand shoved her bra aside, freeing one breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple, coaxing it to a tight peak. He leaned in, his tongue carving a molten trail from her neck to her ear, then down to her shoulder. Her body arched toward him, a silent supplication, her thighs clenching around his hips, drawing him into the pulsing epicenter of her need.
“You want me to stop now, my Millie Berry?” he murmured. His fingers dipped lower, grazing her slick heat, teasing her with the barest touch, making her hips buck. “But you’re already dripping for me. You want this as bad as I do, don’t you?”
Millie’s moan vibrated through the charged air, her thighs parting wider, a shameless surrender.
“Damn you, Evan,” she hissed, her fingers twisting fiercely into his dark hair, tugging with a desperate edge. “And damn me for craving you like this.”
Evan’s chuckle was a low, predatory rumble, his fingers moving to unclasp her bra, the delicate fabric snapping free to bare her full, rounded breasts, their soft weight swaying slightly, nipples already taut with anticipation.
"Gorgeous."
He leaned down, his tongue carving a languid, scorching trail over the delicate ridges of her ribs, down the smooth plane of her stomach. His fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing sharp, needy moans from her parted lips. He sank lower until he knelt before her, his face level with the pulsing core of her desire.
Millie's panties clung to her, soaked through, the dark, wet patch outlining her swollen folds, and Evan's lips twisted into a wicked, triumphant smirk.
Evan's hands gripped the plush flesh of her inner thighs, spreading them obscenely wide, baring her slick, glistening center to his ravenous stare. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her mound, teeth grazing the drenched fabric of her panties with a teasing bite, the faint pressure against her pulsing clit making her hips buck violently, a needy whimper catching in her throat. He pressed his tongue flat against the sodden lace, dragging it slowly along her slit, tasting her through the barrier, the rough texture tormenting her oversensitive nerves until she writhed, her hands fisting tighter in his hair.
“Do you want me to stop now, wifey?” He paused, his gaze devouring the sight.
Then his thumb grazed her clit behind the fabric with a slow circle, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, then dipped lower, teasing her tight opening without entering, her hips chasing his touch.
“But fuck, look at this…" he snarled. "You’re so goddamn wet it’s dripping for me.”
Millie’s hands clamped onto the vanity’s edge. “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
Evan roughly yanked her panties, shredding the thin fabric and tossing them aside. She huffed, exasperated. “That’s the third pair this week!” She smacked his shoulder.
But Evan just smirked right before his mouth covered her dripping core, tongue plunging straight into her slick folds. She gasped, the hot, wet assault of his tongue sending a shockwave through her core, her clit throbbing under the sudden pressure. His tongue plunged deeper, curling inside her tight hole, then dragging up to lash her clit. Her hips bucked hard, grinding against his face.
Not slowing his pace, Evan hooked his arms under her thighs, yanking her closer until her ass nearly slid off the vanity. In one fluid motion, he stood, lifting her with him, her legs draped over his broad shoulders, his face pressed against her slick, pulsing core, still greedily devouring her dripping center.
Millie yelped, a sharp burst of shock and laughter escaping as she clung to him, her hands fisting his hair, yanking hard to anchor herself as he carried her.
“Fuck, Evan, you’re going to make me come like this,” she panted, thighs clamping around his head as she rode his face. “Don’t stop—”
Evan pulled back, his lips glistening with her slick. “Can’t see shit with my face buried in you, Millie,” he rasped. “You have to guide me.”
The absurdity of their position just made Millie laugh. And she struggled to speak, hips jerking against his mouth. “Turn… fuck, stop,” she panted, her thighs trembling, slick with her juices. “Walk… forward… forward, left. Fuck, Evan, keep going…”
Her words crumbled as her hips bucked harder, grinding against his face. She could barely hold it together, her laughter choking into desperate gasps, torn between directing him and losing herself to the orgasm building like a storm inside her.
Evan’s steps slowed as he felt the bedframe hit his shins. With a smooth, controlled motion, he lowered Millie onto the mattress, her body sinking into the plush sheets, legs still spread wide, her center glistening and pulsing from his work. He pulled back, standing over her, his eyes dark with hunger, cock straining against his pants.
“Touch yourself for me, Millie,” he commanded.
Millie obeyed, her fingers sliding down, spreading her slick lips as she locked eyes with Evan, teasing her throbbing clit with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Like this?” she purred.
Evan nodded and yanked his polo shirt over his head, shucking his pants and boxer briefs in a frantic heap on the floor. His thick cock sprang free, hard and glistening with precum. He stalked forward, grabbing Millie’s thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed until her ass hung off, her dripping center lined up with his pulsing length. He hoisted her legs, hooking them over his hips, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, his cock stretching her tight walls, filling her completely.
Millie yelped, her round breasts bouncing wildly as Evan pounded into her, each thrust deep and punishing. The bed groaned under the force, the distant buzz of the party a pathetic whisper beyond the locked door. Evan’s gaze burned into hers.
“Tell me when you’re going to come all over my cock,” he demanded, his pace merciless, fingers digging into her hips as he drove deeper, hitting her sweet spot with every brutal stroke.
Millie’s moans turned to screams, her body shaking, her center clenching around him as she teetered on the edge. “Evan, I’m going to fucking come!” she gasped, her fingers clawing the sheets.
But just as her orgasm surged, Evan froze, buried deep inside her, a devilish smirk twisting his lips. Millie’s eyes flashed with frustration.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she groaned, throbbing, aching for the release he’d ripped away.