Chapter 276 Before the Ceremony

Chapter 276 Before the Ceremony

Evan held his thick cock deep inside her throbbing core, possessively scooping Millie into his arms and lifting her off the bed, keeping their connection unbroken. Her slick walls clenched around him as he carried her across the room, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, to a small wooden table in the corner.

"Shit." The cool surface bit into Millie's ass as he set her down. He leaned to the side, one hand steadying her hip, the other yanking open the middle drawer of a nearby cabinet with a sharp tug. Inside, a stash of sex toys gleamed—silicone, metal, and glass. His fingers snatched a purple clitoral sucker, and he held it up.

“You know what to do, Millie. Spread it for me,” he growled, voice rough with dominance, eyes burning into hers.

Panting, Millie leaned back against the mirror behind the table, her reflection a mess of flushed, sweat-slick skin and wild, tangled hair. Her fingers slid down, parting her swollen, leaking folds, exposing her throbbing clit. Evan positioned the sucker over her sensitive bud, then guided one of her hands to hold the toy in place, her other still spreading her lips wide.

“Ready to scream for me?” he rasped, his cock twitching inside her. “I’m going to fuck you senseless while this thing sucks your clit till you’re begging to come.”

Evan gave his thick cock one slow pump, then slammed back into Millie’s dripping core, stretching her tight walls again with a deep thrust. Millie flicked on the clitoral sucker, starting with a low buzz, and let out a sharp cry, her hips jerking as the toy’s suction latched onto her swollen clit, sending a shockwave through her core.

“Oh my god, Evan!” she gasped.

Evan started moving, his cock sliding in and out, each thrust steady and forceful, hitting her deepest spots, pushing her toward the edge. As he ramped up his pace, pounding her harder, Millie cranked the toy’s speed, the intense vibrations ripping through her clit, her moans escalating into desperate screams, her body thrashing under the brutal combination of his cock stretching her and the toy’s relentless sucking.

The table groaned under their weight, scraping the floor with each of Evan’s powerful thrusts. She was gone, lost in the haze of pleasure, head thrown back, hair plastered to her sweat-slick neck, fingers clutching the toy as her hips ground against him, chasing the orgasm building like a tidal wave.

“Harder, Evan,” she begged, voice hoarse. “Make me come, please.”

Then, a sudden knock on the door.

“Evan? Millie?” Rose’s voice cut through. “They’re here. We’re ready.”

Evan froze mid-thrust, his cock buried, hands clamping Millie’s hips to keep her still. Millie bit her lip hard, swallowing a moan, her body quivering as she fought to stay silent, her clit throbbing under the toy’s low, torturous hum, now deafening in the tense quiet.

Evan cleared his throat. “We’ll be there in a minute,” he shouted toward the door.

“Okay,” Rose called back, her heels clicking softly as she walked off, the sound fading down the hall.

Millie let out a shaky breath, her stifled screams exploding into a loud moan as she slammed her hips against Evan’s, matching his thrusts. The clitoral sucker’s intense vibrations continued to hammer her swollen clit, driving her toward a brutal climax, her body trembling with the buildup.

“Evan, I’m going to come so hard,” she gasped, one hand releasing her spread folds to claw at the table, nails scraping the wood as her other hand pressed the toy tighter against her throbbing bud.

“Shit,” Evan growled, his thrusts turning wild, fingers bruising her hips with his grip. “Come on my cock, Millie, fucking soak me.”

With one last, savage thrust, they shattered together, her walls clenching around him as her orgasm ripped through her, hot juices coating his cock. Evan groaned, his cock pulsing, spilling deep inside her as their bodies shook, locked in a sweaty, shuddering mess.

Gasping, their foreheads pressed together, slick with sweat, riding the aftershocks until the world was just their ragged breaths and racing pulses. Evan mustered his last strength, scooping Millie up and stumbling to the bed, where they collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs, the clitoral sucker slipping from her fingers to thump onto the carpet.

Evan grabbed Millie’s hand, their fingers lacing tightly as they sprawled on the bed, sweat gleaming on their naked bodies, chests heaving.

The room fell silent.

“You’re going to kill me one day, woman,” he muttered, voice rough, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And I’ll fucking love every second.”

Millie just smiled. Then, after a few minutes, she sat up, brushing her hair back. “We have to head back.”

Evan sat up, leaning to kiss her shoulder, his lips warm against her skin. “Another round later?”

Millie smiled, shaking her head, her heart full. “Oh my god, Evan, you’re insane.”