Chapter 57: I COULD NOT LET THEM GO

Elena Evans

Then tension hung still in my bedroom and I stared at Miller as he hung his head in guilt. He had better be.

He had no business following my mate and I everywhere.

He had had no business watching my mate and I make out in the car.

He was a fool for that.

"I am sorry Elena," he said to me in an obviously remorseful voice.

"And I never said to you Miller that I would leave you. If I wanted to, I would have done so a long time ago when i realized that the Alpha was my mate."

It was true.

There was never a time when I had thought of choosing only Sebastian over Miller.

They were both mine, two men who were head over heels in love with me.

I could not let them both go.

"I am sorry, he said again as he came to stand afore me. He started to caress my hair softly, running his hands through my curls that had lasted the night.

It felt good, his touch.

"You should be," I moaned as his hands massaged my scalp sweetly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation that his fondling hand created.

"Then, shall I touch you? Shall I make sure you are mine?" He asked me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

"Miller," I said to him. "There was not a day when I was ever not yours." Then, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me.

I kissed him back with a moan.

I missed Miller.

My hands ran over his body as his ran across mine during the kiss. I stepped back, away from the kiss and began to unbutton his shirt with shaky hands.

I was so needy.

He removed my hands and helped me to undo the buttons. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He pushed the clothing to his feet, to the floor. And then he stepped out of the material in only a blue underwear.

His bulge was huge in them.

I wanted that meat.

I reached for the clothed meat and caressed him expertly with my hands till he was groaning my name.

I hooked my fingers in the band of his underwear and drew them down. I helped him out of then while going on my knees.

He stared at me in anticipation of what he knew I was about to do.

I grabbed his thick cock in my hands and after stroking it once, twice, thrice, I looked up at him, and fed his thick meat to my mouth while maintaining eye contact.

He groaned my name as I took him into my mouth and down my throat.

He groaned my name as I bopped him, wrapping him with my esophagus and lots of my saliva.

He groaned my name as I threatened to bring him close to the edge, very close.

Then, he pushed me away from him, gently and helped me up to my feet.

Before I could speak or guess what he wanted to do to me next, he bent me over and drew my chocolate gown from last night to my waist.

Since my mate had torn my underwear last night, I was bare underneath my dress, giving him the chance to easily slide into my wet pussy.

I gasped as he filled my inner core with the thickness of his long cock.

"Touch your toes baby girl, grip them tightly, brace yourself," he warned me before he began to ruin my pussy.

I moaned like a sex-starved prostitute as he began to move inside of me while I touched my toes.

He moved inside of me hard and fast, holding onto my waist to give me stability and physical support.

I screamed his name as he stroked my pussy repeatedly with his dick.

I screamed his name, begging him to go easier on me while his dick went in and out of my pussy with a smashing noise, a mixture of my wetness and his precum, as he pounded me ruthlessly.

"Who is mine?" He asked me as his dick continued to torture my pussy.

"Me, I am yours!" I screamed.

"You were a bad girl. You bent for someone other than me. And bad girls have to be punished right?"

"Ye-- yes," I gulped as he continued to go in and out of me with pumping strokes that had me leaving my mouth open, saliva drizzling down the sides as I moaned uncontrollably.

"Then take it bad, take the punishment, take the pain, take it, baby girl," he simply instructed me as he pressed me closer to the ground.

He groaned as he went in deeper due to the slight change in posture.

And when he began to move inside of me once again, his cock was not just drilling me, it was hitting my g-spot, sending me straight on a journey to cloud nine.

"Ye- ye- yesss Miller!" I groaned roughly as my honey-brown eyes rolled back into my head due to the pleasure that he was bringing me.

It was delicious, that sweetness.

"I- I am going to d-destroy your pussy baby. I-I am going to d-drill you so well, screwee you sooo so well that y-you will never forget who you really belong to," he groaned as he increased his pace.

I was panting like a dog in heat as I received and welcomed his insane thrusts, my hands holding onto my legs.

My legs were shaking from his impact, my mouth hanging open, my eyes lost in the back of my head, my body turned to jelly from everything I was feeling.

It was sensational.

He suddenly removed his cock from my pussy while holding it in his hands. My wet pussy made noises as he retracted himself from me. My creamy pussy juice which coated his dick followed it out.

A line of juice.
He smacked my ass, "Get on the bed," he ordered me. I did as I was told. I climbed into the bed and lay on it, staring at him with inviting eyes. "Do not worry, this dick, it's for you."

He climbed unto the bed after me, after the assurance. He drew me closer to his kneeling form. Then he put my right leg unto his left shoulder. He lifted my left leg high against his chest as he entered me.

I moaned his name thickly as he began to devour my pussy once again.

He was too fast, too good at it.

"Miller," I begged as he thrust into me without a care in the world. I fisted the sheets above my head.

"Come, baby, come for me," he told me as he leaned down and began to kiss my breasts, fondling my nipples with his tongue and bringing me closer to the edge.

"Miller," I screamed again as my climax hung over me.

He slid out of me and pressed my legs together, holding them in one muscular hand. Then he slid into me again.

He thrust deeply into me, once, twice, thrice and I screamed like never before.

He came three or four thrusts after me with a really thick groan.

And then, he slid out of me and collapsed on the bed beside me.

I turned to look at him.

"That was amazing," I praised him.

"Better than last night?" He asked me. I said nothing for a moment, only a moment while I gathered my thoughts.

"Sebastian is not Miller. You are not him," I told him.

He said nothing to me.

And so, both of us lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling, each of us lost in our own separate thoughts.

In another world.