Chapter 245 My girls.

Chapter 245 My girls.
CHAPTER 245
My girls.
Romeo

She shudders as she sinks on my cock, taking me slowly.

Sweat beads on my forehead, and I clench my jaw hard. My hands are tied to the bed frame. I cannot touch her. It would take me less than a second to snap the binds, but she needs this.

She wants this. I am supposed to let her take pleasure from me, while doing nothing. I don’t think I can make it. My pulse throbs loudly in my ears, slamming into it heavily and drowning. I cannot focus on anything except her body on mine. The grip of her pussy is divine. My mouth waters and I want her boobs in it. Her neck is flushed, and it spreads to the rest of her. 

She throws her head backwards, moaning loudly. “Oh, Romeo.”

My cock swells and jerks in her. I wouldn’t be surprised if I come in seconds.

She leans up on her knees and begins to bounce on my cocks, slow and steady. My chest rises and falls. I clench my fist tight, restraining myself from fucking her back. I want to make her come. I want to make her feel good, but this already feels good for her. 

“You’re so deep in me.” She whimpers, fondling her breasts with one hand. 

“Use me, baby. Use me.” I grit out, feeling my vein pulse in tandem with her. 

She grinds down on me, rocking hard. She leans down, kisses me softly before focusing on her pleasure, as she should. I watch her, and I have truly never seen anything as divine. Her hair falls over her face. Her full lips are parted. The bed creaks beneath us, and I grunt as she tightens around me. 

I watch in real time as her orgasm hits her. She squeals, sinks her teeth into my shoulder and cries out as she comes. My balls are about to burst, heavy and tingling, but I hold back my orgasm. This is about her, for now. She licks my shoulder, soothing where she had bitten, and reaches for the binds with trembling hands. I shift, breaking it apart in half a second. I flip her over, and she moans loudly. Her core is sensitive and still rippling around my cock. 

In this position, I’m as deep as I can be. Her legs are spread wide, her breast is flushed against my chest, and she is holding on to my shoulder, digging her nails in, hanging on for dear life. I have her exactly where she wants to be. She just came, and yet, she’s pushing her hips against mine, wanting more. I give her what she wants. I rest my trembling hands by her head, pull out my cock and push back in. 

She stares at me, with tears in her eyes as I screw her senses away. Mine have deserted me long ago. All that is left is pleasure, warmth and heat, a heat that climbs up until it has swallowed me whole and there’s nothing left.

I press my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. She kisses me back, moaning into my mouth as I fuck her. She sucks on my tongue, our teeth clashing. I sink it into her bottom lip, soaking up her moans. I can feel her orgasm, and my knees weaken. I lengthen my thrusts, slowing my pace. She squirms, groaning loudly as I push her towards the edge. She tightens harder around me and comes hard. I lose my fight, nutting into the condom. 

Afterwards, I pull her closer to me, feeling her racing heart against mine. 

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“Why don’t we check out the bar tonight? It is only a few minutes from here. We can stop for groceries on the way back.” Darcy suggests, leaning into Jordan.

“Does that mean we are not getting drunk?” Pandora asks.

“You never get drunk in public, and definitely not at a strange bar, so drop the act,” Kai calls her out, and she flips him off with a smile.

“We can get expensive alcohol and get drunk in here. We can throw our own party.” Milly suggests, smiling at me. 

My heart softens at her smile. She has a hickey on her collarbone from my mouth. I run my thumb over it softly, and she blushes, looking away. Our intimacy has been kicked up a notch, just as she wanted. There is nothing better than exploring my body and limits with the person I love.

Later that evening, we walk into the bar. Milly has jeans that accentuate her hips and a sleeveless turtleneck. Her gorgeous hair flows behind her. I cannot take my eyes off her. The bar is crowded, but we find our way through. I order two bottles of Vodka and wine to-go, and light shots for the evening. 

“Do you want to dance?” Milly asks her girls, and they agree. I lean against the counter, watching as they squeeze themselves onto the dance floor. 

This trip is turning out to be the best idea I have had in a while. Sharing the same space with Milly isn’t as tense as I expected it to be. There’s fluidity between us, a certain ease where we complete each other’s actions. I know she prefers orderliness, so I keep the room clean. On days when we cook, I make sure it is filled with protein. Left to Jordan and Kai, we’d be eating takeouts for a while, which is counterproductive – too expensive, and not nutritious. Nothing beats a home cooked meal. I know we are not going to live together in Oxford. She is going to want the full dorm experience with her best friends, and I am not ruining it for her. This will hold me for a while. 

“Isn’t that the guy from the beach?” Kai whispers darkly.

I look up and see it is. My body moves before my brain catches up. He is standing so close to Milly, trying to get her attention while she ignores him. His friends are with him, and they’re surrounding the girls. This fucker is about to get his ass handed to him. No one touches them or makes them uncomfortable. No one.