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T heodore .

That’s the second time she’s called me that.

Growing up, I hated it. My parents punished me with that name. Once I moved away to college and gained my freedom, I became Teddy.

Yet hearing Millie call me Theodore doesn’t upset me or trigger all those painful childhood memories.

It’s almost like she’s redefining that part of my life. Making it hers.

Making it ours.

Millie reaches for my jeans and locks eyes with me. She slowly slides the zipper open, and I lift my hips to help her tug down the material, along with my boxer briefs. My hard dick springs free .

“Do you want me to suck your cock? Let you come down my throat?”

I groan and stop her hands from wrapping around my shaft.

“While I love seeing you on your knees before me… I’d much rather your first orgasm be from riding me. I want to see your face when you fall apart.”

This woman will be my undoing. I rarely meet someone who’s as comfortable in their own skin and sexuality as I am. She knows what she wants.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“May I mount you then, sir ?”

I narrow my eyes at the way she says sir.

She’s mocking me.

She’s being a brat, egging me on so I’ll punish her.

I curl my finger, ordering her to get on my lap.

She straddles me, immediately stripping me of my shirt. I hiss the moment she places her freezing hands on my shoulders. Our kiss, the dance, my hand around her throat—every time my skin meets hers, I shiver. I open my mouth to question her about her cold touch, but she covers my mouth with hers. Words melt away as she laps her tongue over mine .

Without breaking the kiss, she smooths her palms down my chest and over my stomach before reaching for my cock.

My entire body is on fire, and I groan at the welcome chill from her hands as she wraps her fingers around me. She’s seconds from sinking down my length when I stop her.

“Shit.” I glance over my shoulder. “I have a condom in my pants, which I left in the bathroom.”

“I don’t want one—”

“Oh, thank God,” I say and thrust up into her.

Millie screams when I fill her to the hilt. The pleasure is consuming. Exaggerated in a way I can’t explain. I almost come when her pussy throbs around me.

She clutches my shoulders for leverage and lifts until only the tip of my cock is inside her, then she sinks back down.

“Fuck, Millie, this feels… fuck!”

She repeats the motion again and again, sliding up and down my dick, then rotating her hips in circles.

I lean in and cover her nipple with my mouth, sucking it in and flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud.

She cries out, her cunt gripping my cock at the move. I don’t let up, sucking harder and scraping my teeth over one nipple while I tweak the other between my fingers .

She buries her hands into my hair, latching on and tugging painfully on the strands.

While my mouth worships her breasts, I skim both my palms around to her backside and take handfuls of her plentiful ass.

Then I hold her in place and take over, driving into her at a punishing pace. Every sound that comes out of her mouth—moans, groans, whimpers—fuels me on.

I crash a hand down on her ass and she cries out. I swallow the sound with my mouth. My tongue clashes with hers and when I deepen the kiss, she bites down on my lip.

I groan, tasting blood, but I don’t pull away. She sucks on my lips, greedily swiping her tongue as if she’s licking up every last drop.

It’s erotic as fuck, and I pound into her harder.

“Yes, Teddy,” she mumbles against my mouth.

She’s getting close. Her pussy walls constrict around me. When she’s seconds from exploding with release, I stop moving and fill her to the hilt.

“What the fuck?” she growls, making me chuckle.

“I’m sorry. Did you want to come?”

“Yes!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been asking me questions when I didn’t give you permission to speak. ”

She rolls her eyes, and I spank her again. Her head falls back with a moan.

“Let me come!”

She tries to move her hips, but I tighten my hold on her.

“Don’t. Move.” Her cunt pulsates at the command.

I reach between us and find her swollen clit. She gasps when I press down, massaging it in circles. Her eyelids flutter and she squirms, disobeying my order to stay still. I set her up for failure with that move. I’m also confident Millie doesn’t like to be told what to do.

I take her nipple into my mouth again and bite down, just hard enough to cause pain.

“Oh God, Teddy!”

I realize I should have asked her for a safe word in case this got to be too much. Everyone’s limits are different. However, something tells me Millie is stubborn and would have refused a safe word.

“Good and patient girls are rewarded,” I say with a smirk. She clenches her teeth, letting me know she does not want to be a good girl.

I adjust us to lay her back on the couch, still inside her, refusing to move. Her hands fall to my ass, and she squeezes, a silent command to start fucking her.

I pull out, slowly, then slide back into her just as gently .

She growls in frustration, and I respond by withdrawing and slamming into her… and staying put.

“You always get what you want, don’t you, Milli Vanilli?”

“Yes,” she whines.

Withdraw. Slam. Stay put.

“Do you ever beg for what you deserve?”

She shakes her head.

Withdraw. Slam. Stay put.

I slap her aching nipple with my next thrust and she cries out.

“Please,” she wheezes.

I tsk. “One little word? That’s all I get?”

Withdraw. Slam. Stay put.

“Teddy, please, sir. Fuck me harder. Faster. Let me come. I need you to give me my release.”

I chuckle.

“You’re so bad at begging.” I pull out nearly all the way. “But you’re trying so I’ll give you what you ask.”

I piston my hips, shaking her body with every brutal thrust. She’s getting close again, since I’ve been edging her. When I pin her hands over her head, she arches her back off the couch.

She liked that. I should tie her up next time.

Next time? I’m getting ahead of myself .

We only agreed to one night. No commitment.

Just sex.

My balls tighten, preparing to come, and Millie’s cunt does the same and with a few more pumps, she’s shaking with an orgasm.

I still, reaching my release, and let my cum pour inside her.

I’m panting and sweating, and I lean my forehead on her chest between her breasts.

“You’re cold. Always so cold. How is that possible?” I ask, out of breath. “I’m sweating and hot as hell.”

She hums. “You did all the work.”

“Still…”

“I’m cold blooded.”

I lift my head, frowning and open my mouth to question that, but she pushes at my chest.

“I need to clean up.”

“Let me.”

She pauses at the words. “What?”

“Let me take care of you.” She carefully lifts herself off me and I stand, holding out my hand.

“I don’t understand,” she says, her face twisting with doubt.

“Has no one ever cleaned you up after sex?”

Her eyes widen. “I suppose not. ”

She takes my offered hand and I lead her to the bathroom. I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water before kneeling in front of her.

My cum is dripping out of her and I’m tempted to push it back inside. I don’t know why that thought crosses my mind. I always wear protection. The way I grew up, getting married and having children… a family… didn’t seem fathomable. I was terrified I’d become like my parents.

Millie makes me feel… territorial. I want to claim her as mine. My cum belongs to her now. I want it inside her. All of it.

I shake my head because I can’t have her.

Her fingers comb through my hair. “What are you thinking about? Or are you just that focused on cleaning your cum from my cunt?”

I smile and clear my throat.

“I was just thinking about how you’re the first person I’ve fucked without a condom and…”

“Ah. Do you regret it?”

I finish my aftercare and kiss her thick thighs before standing. I cup her face in my hands and cover her mouth with mine.

This kiss is soft, slow, worshipping. Unlike the frantic and hungry kisses we shared during what has to be the best sex I’ve ever had .

“No. It was amazing… almost intoxicating if that makes sense,” I say when we part.

She palms my cheek and I shiver, again . It’s unnatural how cold her skin is, but I’ve already tried asking her about it. She’s avoiding answering.

“Come on. Let’s get dressed, and find you some food. If we’re having a one-night stand, then it’s not over until the sun rises. It’s barely ten, so we have several hours left. I’m going to need you fueled.”

She takes my arm and leads me out of the bathroom.

“Are you saying you want to fuck until the sun comes up?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”