LOGINMillicent’s POVI’m filled to the core and it still doesn’t feel like enough.I lift up until just the thick head is stretching me open, then drop back down hard. The wet sound it makes is filthy. My tits bounce with every thrust and I don’t even try to stop them. Damon is staring up at me like he’s never seen me before.I plant my hands on his stomach and start riding him in short, deep strokes that make my ass slap against his thighs. His cock is so thick and long, every time I take him all the way in I feel it in my stomach.Every part of me is more sensitive now, especially my tits and my cunt.“Fuck,” I breathe, biting my lip the way I know he likes. “You’re so deep.”His hands tighten on my hips but he doesn’t take over. He’s letting me use him. That alone makes me clench around him.I lean forward a little so my tits hang closer to his face and keep bouncing on his cock. The friction on my clit is perfect. I’m already close again. My thighs are shaking. I don’t care. I ju
She pushes back against me without fully waking, hips rolling in tiny, needy movements. I spit again, let it run down the crease, and follow it with my tongue, pushing just the tip inside while my other hand slides under her and finds her clit through the soaked cotton of her panties.She’s already dripping.I rub her in tight circles and keep working her ass with my mouth until her whole body goes rigid. A loud moan tears out of her as she comes, thighs shaking hard around my head, pussy pulsing against my fingers, asshole clenching around the tip of my tongue. I lick her through every tremor, slow and filthy, until she collapses flat on the mattress.Then I pull back, grab her hip and turn her over in one smooth move. She lands on her back, eyes half-open, lips parted, still breathing hard. I climb over her and take her mouth.The kiss is soft at first. Warm. Wet. Her lips taste like the leftover salt of her own skin. Fuck. I missed this. Feels like I haven’t had her in months
Damon’s POVI lean back in my chair and check my phone again under the table. Still nothing from Millicent. She wasn’t feeling too good yesterday. She seemed better in the morning. But who knows with these things.Simon keeps talking. Procurement timelines, vendor delays, the usual shit that makes people feel important. I barely listen. It’s already past lunch. This meeting ran later than I like.“Hold on,” I say.He stops mid-sentence, and everyone looks at me.I wave Aaron over. He leans down and I keep my voice low.“Call Millicent. Find out if she’s okay. I haven’t heard from her since morning.”Aaron nods once and steps out of the room without asking questions.I turn back to the table. “Continue.”Simon clears his throat and picks up where he left off. Something about revised delivery schedules and a three-week buffer on the East Coast shipments. I force myself to look at the slides even though my mind is elsewhere.My phone vibrates.Yelena.SAW YOUR NIECE AT A DINER
Millicent’s POVI pretend to be listening to Ciara as I fake a sip of the red wine. She keeps going on and on about things I don’t really care about. My focus is on Yelena.My ears prick up when she yells at the pimp.“Will you shut up!”Half the diner looks at them. Yelena looks to her sides but doesn’t look behind her. Probably guessing that I’m watching them. Maybe even feeling my stare burning into her back.She looks stiff as hell, shoulders tight, hands flat on the table like she’s fighting for composure. Greg the pimp just smirks and taps ash into a cup, completely ignoring the no smoking sign.Whatever they’re talking about, it’s not business. I know business talk, and that’s not it. Who the hell tells a client to shut?Ciara leans toward me. “Are you even listening?”I don’t answer her. I’m still watching.Yelena says something else I can’t hear. The man leans in closer. She shakes her head hard. Then she stands up like she can’t sit there another second.He stays se
Yelena’s POVThis has to be the worst week of my existence. As though getting divorced and possibly having Michael’s child isn’t enough, the store manager offers me pennies for the jewelry set.I’m trying to sell the tennis bracelet Damon bought me after the wedding, a pair of diamond studs, and the thin gold chain I never really liked. I have medical and tuition bills to pay. Not to mention the lab guy Piet explicitly told me I need to cover myself.Damon doesn’t even sleep at the house since that sneaky slut moved out. The first time I heard them upstairs, I wanted to ring her neck. But he would’ve strangled me in return.“Here you go, ma’am,” the manager whispers with a smile.I take the cash, sign the papers, and walk out before I can think too hard about it.I’m already late to meet Piet with the money.The diner I picked is small and cheap. Somewhere Damon would never set foot even if someone paid him. I’ve never even been inside, not even when I was poor.Piet is waiting
I don’t tell Damon I’m meeting Charmaine.I text Nina instead, just so someone knows where I am, then take an Uber to the diner Charmaine chose. It’s one of those quiet places with booths and bad coffee, the kind of spot people pick when they want a private conversation.Except nothing about this is private.The second I walk in I see them.Charmaine is sitting on one side of a long booth. Next to her is Maurice. Across from them are his parents, and right at the end is Ciara, already smiling like this is a family reunion she’s been looking forward to all week.I stop dead for a second.Charmaine sees me and gives a small, awkward wave. Maurice keeps his eyes on the table. He won’t even look at me.Ciara beams. “Milly! Come sit, come sit.”I walk over slowly and slide into the only open space, which puts me directly across from Laura, Maurice’s mother. I feel constipated.Charmaine clears her throat. “I’m sorry. I wanted to talk to you alone. Mom insisted on inviting everyone







