My Murderous Finale - ✔️

Chapter 18

***mature chapter/ cheating

Milo rested his hand on my upper thigh, gently squeezing every so often as he drove. Rain started to hit the windshield as we sped through the darkness with the windows open. I waited for him to roll the windows up to block the rain out even though I hoped he wouldn't. My hair whipped around me and the cool rain pelted my skin on my arm here and there as i stuck it out the window. I couldn't stop smiling. I looked over at Milo who squeezed my thigh then leaned over and quickly kissed me. A few minutes later we pulled into a park. Milo rolled the windows up and turned off the car. I glanced up at the dark sky and smiled at the bright stars through the sunroof. The rain began to fall harder outside hitting the car and the trees around us loudly. When I glanced over at Milo he was watching my face with a smile.

" What are you smiling at?" I questioned, but instead of answering he leaned over and slid his hand into my hair, resting it on the back of my neck.

He pulled me closer to him as he leaned over the armrest until our lips finally made contact. The touch of his lips against mine sent me spiraling, needing more. His kiss was soft and lazy at first, then morphed into something desperate and full of desire. I couldn't contain the moan that rattled my throat as his tongue danced across mine. The sound must have sparked something in him cus he leaned back and searched my expression again. He glanced down at my bare legs then his eyes roamed up my silk dress stopping briefly at my chest, before meeting my eyes again and cursed under his breath.

" I need you," he whispered " closer" he finished almost as an afterthought

Milo removed his hand from my hair and grabbed my hips with both strong hands in a tight grip. He lifted me effortlessly and pulled me onto his side of the car so that I was straddling him. I settled on his lap and could feel his length straining against his sweatpants. Milo glided his hands up the sides of my thighs pushing my dress higher so it rested on my waist. a deep groan vibrated through his chest and it reverberated through my entire body. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling.

" God, I want you so bad" he whispered while brushing hair out of my face.

Reaching up with both hands, Milo grabbed my face and pulled my upper body towards him as he leaned back in the seat. Our bodies shifted in the thigh space and his erection teased my core. I wanted him inside me, stretching me like no one before him had. I needed it desperately and the sounds that left my lips as he kissed down my neck, betrayed my need to him.

" Elliott.'' It was a warning. A warning to me that he was quickly losing his restraint and wanted to bury himself in me. But this warning was always given as my chance to stop him if I chose. If for some reason I didn't want to take things all the way even though I had told him I was sure. I wouldn't admit to him or myself that this warning he gave as my opportunity to change my mind, always sent me over the edge of rationality, completely. I shook my head, yes and a pleased sigh left his lips. Milo's hands went to the straps on my shoulders and gently pulled them so they slid off my arms, exposing my bare chest to him.

I lifted my bare center off his lap and reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging at them to free his shaft from the restraint so I could feel how badly he wanted me in this moment. Milo lifted his hips slightly and helped me push them down to his knees, his length sprung free and tapped my aching lips. I couldn't stop thinking of how much i'd wanted this and now i was finally going to have it. adrenaline coursed through my veins spurring me on with eagerness. I lowered myself again letting my wetness slide down the bottom side of his cock.

Milo grabbed my hips again and lifted me off of him. I hovered above his erection as he fisted the base, angling it at my slit. His other hand fisted into my hair. Our gazes met and he held eye contact with me as I slowly lowered myself onto him. My lips parted as his thick head pushed into me and I gasped. He was so big, I momentarily wondered if he would even fit. Once the tip was in fully, I couldn't hold back anymore and I impaled myself on him, quickly burying him deep inside me. The sudden fullness was blissful but I sat there for a second adjusting to the size of the intrusion. Milo didn't move. He stayed completely still so I could adjust to his size, waiting until I started to move again before he would. His gentleness in that moment made me feel his concern for my comfort and I didn't know how to interpret it.