𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘺. 𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦.
That's what everyone calls me while turning up their noses at me. Even if it's true, I don't care. I have a plan. Keep my head down and graduate from Huxley High to get into my dream un...
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Millie
"Thank you..." I say before turning around, fighting the urge to kneel and beg her to fuck my brain's out. A shiver runs down my spine the moment Bailey stands from the bed and touches the middle of my back, caressing me.
"Jeez, Millie..." Bailey curses under her breath, as reaches for the zipper and slides it down slowly, leaving me in my panties and bra.
"Is there something wrong?" I ask, spinning around to face her, as my dress falls to the floor.
"Everything's fine. I'm just fighting the urge to bend you over your bed and plunge my face between your legs." She voices, her words catching me off guard, and it takes everything in me to not kiss her lips.
I want her so bad...
"What if I want you to bend me over and plunge your face between my legs?" I manage to speak, forcing myself to breathe slowly, as I start playing with the hem of my panties. Then, something flashes through Bailey's eyes the moment her gaze stops at the apex of my thighs.
"I wanna touch you, little thing." Bailey blurts out, her chest raising and falling rapidly.
"Do it then..." I respond, as Bailey inches closer. Seconds later, she wraps her hands around my waist and pulls me into her, so I can feel her tits against mine. Heat pulses between my legs the moment her fingertips start trailing up my thigh, setting my body on fire.
"I'm gonna ruin you, little thing..." She replies, as I squeeze my thighs together, wondering how her tongue would feel like between my legs.
"Don't stop... it feels g-good." I tell her, and a moan escapes my lips when she buries her face into my neck and starts planting some innocent kisses.
I've never experienced anything like this...
"I'm barely touching you, little thing..." Bailey responds as I tilt my head back, giving her more access to my neck.
She's right though. She's barely touching but I'm already wet...
"P-please..." I start speaking, leaving the sentence unfinished, as Bailey bites down on my neck.
"Tell me what you want, babe." She speaks under her breath, her warm breathing tickling my ear.
"I want y-you..." I voice my thoughts, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.
"Are you sure you can handle me though?" Bailey questions softly, the intensity of her touch making me melt.
Truth is, I'm not certain I can handle her. Deep down, I know I shouldn't be playing this dangerous game with her. However, I can't stop, even if I wanted to. I'm addicted to her. I crave her in an indescribable way. My entire body seems to work on autopilot when I'm around her.
