Chapter 298: To the Hilt
Leo
My body was still buzzing intensely from the aftershocks of that mind-blowing orgasm, but the hunger inside me hadn’t faded. If anything, it burned significantly hotter.
I was just hungry for more.
I pushed myself up on shaky, trembling arms and looked down at Miller. His lips were shiny with spit and the remnants of my cum, his heavy-lidded eyes dark with layers of lust. Something deeply possessive and uncharacteristically needy twisted in my chest.
I wanted him.
I wanted to take him completely, to feel him deep inside me again, and I wanted it right now.
I grabbed his shoulders and flipped him onto his back with a firm, dominant shove. He landed against the mattress with a surprised grunt, but his grin was instant—wicked, knowing, and entirely unbothered. I swung one leg over his thick hips, straddling his lap, and planted my palm flat against his broad chest, feeling the rapid, chaotic thud of his heartbeat under my fingers.
"I’m going to ride you," I said, my voice dropping into a low, rough cadence that left absolutely no room for argument.
Miller’s eyes darkened to a near-black. He laced his fingers behind his head, his biceps flexing against the sheets, looking every bit the smug, willing prey for my submission. "Fuck yes, Leo. Take exactly what you want."
I reached back, my fingers wrapping securely around the base of his thick cock. He was already rock-hard again, the heavy head slick with a fresh coat of pre-cum. I lined the crown up against my spit-slick, still-relaxed hole and slowly sank my weight down. The blunt head breached my entrance, stretching my rim with a delicious, burning pressure.
A deep moan tore right from my throat as I worked myself lower over his thickness, inch by thick inch.
"Shit... you’re so big," I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut.
The sensation of his fullness was overwhelming in the best way possible. It was hot, hard, and entirely perfect. I paused when he was only halfway in, breathing through the intense internal stretch, and then continued pushing down until my ass finally met his hips. He was buried to the hilt, the head of his cock pressing directly against my prostate.
Pleasure sparked straight through my core like lightning.
I leaned my upper body forward, pressing my chest flat against his, and began to kiss him slowly—lazy, deep, open-mouthed kisses where our tongues tangled and explored each other’s heat.
His hands remained locked behind his head, deliberately letting me set the pace. I rolled my hips experimentally, grinding down in slow, heavy circles, feeling every rigid vein and ridge of his shaft drag along my sensitive inner walls.
"God, Miller... you feel incredible inside me," I whispered directly against his mouth between kisses. "So fucking deep."
I started riding him properly then, lifting my body up until just the swollen head stretched my rim, and then sinking back down with a heavy, wet slap.
The obscene sound of my ass meeting his pelvis filled the quiet stateroom, mixing with our shared, breathless moans.
I picked up speed gradually, bouncing harder against him, my cock slapping rhythmically against his hard abs with every downward thrust.
The pleasure built fast, each heavy slide over my prostate sent violent jolts of ecstasy straight through my lower abdomen.
My Enigma side—the part of my biology that always fought desperately for dominance, that hated feeling vulnerable or yielding—should have rebelled at this position. But it didn’t.
This felt too good. It felt entirely right. Being filled to capacity by Miller, taking active control while he was buried inside me... it was everything. I loved it. I loved how full I felt, how his cock throbbed and pulsed with my every movement, and how his breath hitched every single time I clenched my internal muscles around his shaft.
My body was accepting his dominance and not fighting it anymore.
"Fuck, Leo—ride me just like that," Miller groaned out, his hands finally snapping down from his head to grip my thighs with a tight, bruising hold. "You’re so tight. So hot for me.’’
I braced both of my hands flat against his chest and really let go, riding him like a professional.
I went fast, deep and completely relentless.
My ass slammed down onto his cock over and over again, the wet plap-plap-plap of our skin hitting growing louder with every movement.
Sweat slicked our skin, making us slide against one another.
I leaned my torso back slightly, changing the internal angle so his cock dragged perfectly against my prostate on every single downward stroke.
My own dick bounced heavily against my stomach, leaking pre-cum steadily onto his skin.
"Yes—oh fuck, right there!" I cried out, my head falling back. My moans grew louder, completely unrestrained.
I loved this moment so much it almost scared me—the power, the pleasure, and the connection between us.
I rode him harder, faster, grinding and bouncing with complete abandon, my hole clenching greedily around his thick shaft.
Miller’s control finally snapped completely. He grabbed my waist with both hands, his fingers digging into my flesh, and started thrusting up forcefully to meet me. He helped drive the brutal pace making it faster, harder, and deeper.
The luxury bed creaked violently beneath our movements. Every powerful, upward slam from his hips forced a broken moan from my lips.
"Miller—shit—yes, fuck me!" I gasped, my voice rising with each trust.
Miller pounded into me from below, his hips snapping up with a heavy force while I met every single thrust with my own downward weight. The pleasure was white-hot, coiling tighter and tighter in my gut until I could feel another massive orgasm building fast.
We kept going like that for long, sweaty minutes—me riding him wildly, him meeting me thrust for thrust—until my thighs burned from the exertion and my voice grew hoarse from moaning his name.
Finally, I collapsed forward against his chest, still completely impaled on his cock, kissing him messily as we both panted for air.
"I need you behind me," I whispered against his collarbone, my breath hot. "Fuck me like you mean it."