Chapter 21

Millie

“...once I’m inside you, you’re mine.” These words play on repeat inside my head as Tripp trails kisses all down the column of my throat. His big hands play with my breasts, massaging, kneading, and squeezing the globes until he has me moaning beneath him.

“Tripp,” I whisper as he continues kissing me. “I need you.”

I’ve never in my life needed somebody this badly before. I want nothing more than to give myself to this man.

“...you’re mine.” His words play over and over in my head. Does he really mean it?

Am I really ready to be his ?

There’s so many things to think about, but right now I don’t want to think. Instead I want to get lost in the moment with Tripp Atwood, the man who can write romance like no other.

I think about the chapters he’s sent to me. Remembering the words of longing and passion.

“Did you write those words for me to read?” I ask him.

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “Every word I’ve ever said, or written, is meant for you.”

My heart pounds in my chest, my thoughts flooded with phrases like happily ever after, but then I remember this is real life, not some fairy tale.

“I mean it, Millie. I really like you.” He presses his lips to my chest. “I kind of always have.”

I weave my fingers through his messy dark hair, smiling as I do. “I really like you too,” I breathe out. “And I really need you too.”

He smiles back, resuming his work on kissing every inch of my body. Next thing I know he’s flipping me over, trailing kisses over my back, tugging his fingers through my hair. “I need to fuck you hard and fast, Millie. I’ve wanted you for so long. So many late nights that I’ve jerked off imagining your sweet pussy. I can’t hold on any longer. I need to fuck, ah,” he groans out like he’s in pain.

And I’m the one causing it. He wants me so badly that he’s in physical pain.

“Do it,” I tell him, wanting to make him happy. “Use my body like you want.”

He grabs my ass, squeezing his fingers against my flesh. “You’re perfect. I knew you would be.”

I love the words he’s telling me. I feel so valued and cherished. No man has ever made me feel this way before. It’s empowering. It makes me feel free. Like I can fly.

Tripp moves my body around the bed, and I am here for it. The way he flings me back onto my back, ravaging my breasts with his mouth, sucking on my nipples.

He grabs hold of me, positioning our bodies to where they line up perfectly. “Millie, I need you so fucking bad.”

“Take me,” I call out like I’m in some wildly erotic romance novel. “Take all of me.”

His smile is infectious as he pushes his dick at my entrance. “Take it. Take my cock.”

I spread my legs wider, trying my best to take him. “You’re too big,” I say as he pushes further.

“You can handle it. I know you can.” He pushes another glorious inch inside me and I moan out into the stillness of the room. “Take it, little bunny. Take all of me,” he repeats my words back to me.

I smile, relaxing my body to accept all of his girth inside of me. I’ve never been with anyone this big before, and as he stretches me completely, I moan louder.

“I’m sure my neighbors will hear me,” I say.

“Let them hear. I want them to know who’s fucking you so good.” He pushes deeper into me. Until he’s all the way inside. He stills, letting my body acclimate to his size. “So fucking good,” he groans out. He slowly rolls his hips and I squeeze my eyes shut.

The sensations coursing through me are too much.

He’s too big.

“Ah,” I call out.

“Are you okay?” he asks me. “Breathe. You’re such a good girl. Take my cock.”

I relax once more, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth. “Move. You can move now.”

He rolls his hips once more, moving slowly. Then his speed picks up, and before I know it everything spins off its axis. That the feelings I’m feeling are the best in the world. That Tripp and I together are chasing a high we can’t quite reach.

Not yet.

He keeps moving, pushing his dick further and deeper inside me. He starts off slowly, and after a few minutes he’s moving quicker and quicker.

We’re grappling to hold onto one another, and again, it’s the best it’s ever been.

I’ve never felt anything this erotic in my life before. He pulls out of me, flipping me onto my stomach in one quick movement. He grips my hips, pulling me up to meet him. I arch my back as he slams back inside me, smacking my ass as he does.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He slaps my ass once more as he dives deeper and deeper.

The sound of our raw sex fills my tiny apartment bedroom and a sheen layer of sweat forms on my upper lip. Tripp keeps fucking me as I fist the sheets in my hands.

He keeps pushing into me from behind, causing me to go from my hands and knees until I’m flat on the bed, his hand in my hair.

“I’m gonna come,” he hollers out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He reaches around my body with his other hand, toying with my clit. He pushes and pulls at it, igniting just the right amount of pressure for my own orgasm to find me.

It nearly knocks me out, my breath coming in rapid pants. White-hot heat sears my vision as my orgasm barrels right through me. “Tripp,” I shout out, unable to process a single coherent thought other than this god of a man who’s making me feel oh so good .

I think I might be falling hard for him.

It’s too soon, right? I can’t possibly be having such strong feelings for Tripp Atwood. It has to be the orgasms clouding my judgment.

Tripp’s orgasm rips through him with a string of curse words on his lips. He jerks and jolts behind me, gripping me tightly as his dick pumps his seed into me.

Thank god I’m on the pill, but maybe we should have talked about that before. I don’t care. I wouldn’t have changed this experience for anything in the world.

I trust Tripp.

More than anyone else in this world.

“Fuck, I came inside you,” he says, his eyes growing wide as he pulls out of me.

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I’m on the pill.”

“I swear I’m clean. Millie, I’d never do anything to put you at risk like that. I promise. I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted this for so long. So fucking long,” he rambles on, his words falling away as he gazes at me.

I smile wider. “I promise you, Tripp. I’m on the pill.”

He blows out a deep breath, sinking onto the bed. “Fuck,” he drawls out. “I’ve never been so lost in the moment like that before.”

I nod. “Me either.”

We get cleaned up, and then we lay together in my bed. Just the two of us. The light of the moon pours into the room, and I snuggle closer to Tripp, his arms wrapping tighter around me.

Honestly, I could lay like this forever.