Chapter 32
Jason
The party’s finally over. And thank God for that.
All the guests left three hours ago, and the house is spotless again, apart from the dining table, still stacked high with gift after gift for a very spoiled little six-year-old.
As much as I love my son, I’m quietly relieved he’s spending the night at his mother’s.
Tonight, all I want is a quiet evening to relax and breathe, with my beautiful girl curled up beside me after a long, exhausting day.
Leaving Mila after what had happened in the garage wasn’t easy.
I was still seething from what Elena had said to her, and just being anywhere near my ex-wife made my skin itch like an irritating rash.
Everything about my her today—her voice, her fake smiles, the way her eyes would follow me everywhere, made me want to tear at myself.
If we hadn’t been at my son’s party, Elena would’ve been on the streets in a heartbeat.
It’s 8:30 p.m., and Mila and I are curled up on the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background after spending the first two hours cleaning my place from top to bottom.
We’ve also just polished off an entire bottle of wine between us—part celebration, part decompression.
The birthday party was a success, apart from that one hiccup, and now, I’m just looking forward to spending a nice, quiet night in with my beautiful girl.
Every so often, my gaze drifts to Mila, snuggled comfortably beside me, as I absentmindedly run my fingers along her arm.
I don’t know what it is about her, only that I always feel the need to touch her, to keep that connection with her.
I waited hours just to have her to myself again, and now that I do, I can’t seem to keep my eyes, hands, and mouth off her.
“That tickles, babe,” she says with a soft, breathy giggle.
I slow my movements but continue to trace along her skin. “Want me to stop?”
“No, keep going... It feels nice.” Her voice is low and raspy, each word almost lazy and honeyed, like she’s sleepy but slightly aroused.
My fingers drift from her shoulder, down her arm, and over the curve of her hip. She shifts slightly, goosebumps rising in their wake—a quiet, involuntary response that gives away just how much my touch is affecting her.
It’s impossible to look away, the dim lamplight casting a golden sheen across her silky-smooth skin.
She’s wearing one of my shirts fresh out of the shower, her bare legs curled to the side.
There’s something so disarmingly beautiful about her in this moment, it almost steals all the oxygen out of my system.
“Despite what happened in the garage, did you enjoy yourself today?” I ask.
“I did. It was a lot of fun. The costumes were pretty funny. And I don’t think I’ve eaten so much bread in my life. But the highlight of my day was definitely seeing you in a giant spider suit.”
I let out a low chuckle. “Well, I did come dressed to impress, so I’m glad you fancied my look.
” I waggle my eyebrows, earning a soft giggle from her.
“But you, my sexy little butterfly, were hands down the most stunning insect there. I had to stop myself from throwing you over my shoulder and sneaking off with you.”
“Oh really? So it wasn’t the glittery ladybug prancing around the yard all afternoon that had your attention?”
“Fuck no! Elena doesn’t hold a candle to you, gorgeous. You were the only one who held my attention all day. So you have nothing to worry about, okay?”
She nods slightly, but there’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
“Hey.” I gently tilt her chin to meet my gaze. “You don’t believe me?”
She slowly sits up, creating a small distance between us, and I don’t like that one bit.
Her gaze drops to her hands, fidgeting nervously in her lap, revealing the weight of whatever’s on her mind. I reach out, gently clasping her hand and giving it a little squeeze. She looks up at me, a faint, hesitant smile softening her expression.
“You want to talk about what happened?” I ask gently.
She shakes her head slowly. “Not worth explaining.”
“Tell me what’s on your mind then?” I press.
“It’s really nothing. I don’t even know why I’m my wasting time thinking about it.”
“What did that lying snake say to you exactly?”
She exhales a long, heavy breath. “She mentioned the type of women you usually go for.”
“And what might that be?’
“Women like her.”
I let out an irritated huff, because she couldn’t be further from the truth. Clutching both her hands in mine, I lock eyes with Mila, my desperation spilling over. I need her to see it, to feel the truth in my eyes, because nothing I say will matter if she doesn’t.
“Baby, I can tell you right now, with 100% honesty, that you are everything I want.
Don’t let her bullshit get to you. She only said those things to hurt you because she’s always been jealous and insecure. She can’t stand the fact that someone else is making me happy—happier than I’ve ever been.”
“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” she says, her voice so soft it’s almost a whisper. “I knew she was lying the moment the words left her mouth. I just wanted to get it off my chest.”
There’s a weariness in her eyes, almost sad and heavy, as though the burden of everything that’s happened recently is all catching up to her.
For a small moment, I wonder if dating again, so soon after the end of her last relationship, is beginning to wear on her.
But then I think of the changes I’ve seen over the past few weeks.
There’s a fire in her now that I hadn’t seen before.
She seems more like herself with each passing day—happier, freer.
And if I’m being honest, I like to think I had a part in that.
She lets out a sharp sigh. I can tell there’s still so much weighing on her mind, even if she’s trying hard to hide it.
“Come here.” I hold out my hand, and she takes it willingly.
I pull her into my lap, her knees settling on either side of my thighs as her arms loop around my neck.
“You are more than enough, do you hear me? What I feel for you is stronger, more real, more electrifying than anything I’ve ever felt.
And yeah, I know it’s still early, but if I’m feeling this much for you now, I can only imagine how deep it’ll run months or even years from now. ”
Her soft, delicate hands frame my face as she leans down to kiss me. It’s sweet and tender, just like everything about her. I pull her closer against me as I deepen the kiss. She lets out a breathy moan, and I feel myself beginning to thicken beneath my trackpants.
“I don’t want to talk anymore, Jason. Just take me to bed,” she whispers, her voice dripping with heat as her tongue traces the shell of my ear, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
I lift us off the couch, my hands gripping the curves of her arse as I carry her upstairs to my bedroom. The moment we reach the king-size bed, I toss her onto the mattress. She lets out a small giggle, then shuffles back until her head is nearly touching the bedhead.
My hungry eyes trail down her body, still clad in my shirt and a pair of black boyshorts.
It’s almost hard to believe that this is the same girl who used to follow her big sister everywhere like an adorable little kitten.
There’s no trace of that curious teen anymore.
Now lying in front of me is a stunning, confident young woman—one who knows exactly how to bring a grown man to his knees with nothing more than a look, a touch, a single breath.
I slowly peel off each piece of clothing, never taking my eyes off her as she watches from the bed, propped up on her elbows. By the time I’m standing in front of her, completely bare, my erection is practically throbbing and hard as stone. That’s the effect Mila has on me.
“God, Jason. Do you even realise how sexy you are?” She shakes her head slowly, a dazed smile forming, as though the sight of me shouldn’t even be real.
I chuckle low in my throat as I gradually creep towards her.
With careful hands, I ease the oversized shirt over her head, pressing soft, lingering kisses along her tight stomach and up the smooth valley between her breasts.
Then I slide her out of her boyshorts, revealing her fully naked beneath me, beautiful, enticing, and all mine.
There’s not a single part of her body I haven’t touched, kissed, or tasted, and I’d spend the rest of my life doing it again and again—my sweet addiction.
I ease her legs farther apart and slowly settle my body between them, capturing her mouth in another heated kiss.
She writhes and whimpers beneath me, and it only fuels my hunger for her.
With a strong craving to taste her again, I push off and drop beside her, landing on my back with a soft thud.
“Get on top, baby. Sit on my face. I have to taste that sweet pussy again.”
She moves as instructed, shifting her body so that she’s straddling my face, her hands braced against my chest for balance.
When her smooth, glossy core settles over my head, I loop my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to my mouth and slide my tongue along her soft, warm folds.
Low, breathy moans escape into the air as I lick and suck on her swollen clit, feasting on her like a starving wild animal.
Her juices coat my mouth and chin, wishing I could just bathe in her arousal all day long.
I can feel her getting slicker as she grinds and circles her hips on my face, trying desperately to chase her orgasm.
While lost in her sweet taste and aroma, I’m caught off guard when she suddenly leans down and slides my cock into her warm mouth, so we’re in a sixty-nine position.
“Fuck!” I growl, my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head.
The room quickly fills with the sounds of breathless groans and wet, eager strokes as we lose ourselves in each other, giving and taking all at once.
Mila’s grinding quickens, her movements growing more desperate until, with a sharp loud cry, she releases my cock with a soft pop. “Oh my God. I’m fucking cumming!” Her beautiful sinful body trembles as she reaches an all-consuming orgasm, my tongue lapping up every drop of her arousal.
When she can’t endure anymore, she quickly lifts her hips, then slowly glides down my body, until her centre is right on top of my pelvis in a reverse cowgirl position. She peers over her shoulder at me with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Just lie back, baby... and enjoy the show.”
I lace my fingers behind my head, eyes fixed on her as she reaches for my cock and positions me at her entrance. Once I’m exactly where she wants, she slowly sinks down my shaft, until I’m completely buried deep inside her.
With her legs curled on either side of my thighs, she leans forward, gripping my calves for support and starts to rock slowly. Her plump, luscious arse bounces with every thrust, jiggling in the most fucking addictive way. I can’t help but give it a little slap or two.
My gaze lowers to where my thick length slide perfectly in and out of her slick pussy as she rocks her hips faster and harder.
Massaging her soft, full cheeks with my palms, I gently spread them open, circling my thumb around her tight little hole.
She throws her head back, gasping in pure pleasure as she rides me with unrestrained rhythm.
Minutes later, she lets out an agonised wail as she cums for the second time tonight.
Her movements gradually slow as she comes back down from her climax, but my greedy cock is eager for its own release. So, without breaking our connection, I lift us upright and shift our position—my knees sinking into the mattress behind her as she eases onto all fours, open and waiting beneath me.
Gripping her hips, I pull out then drive my cock back into her with such force she collapses forward, her cheek pressing into the mattress with a grunt.
I raise her hips higher and deliver a sharp slap to her arse, drawing a high-pitched squeal from her lips. She starts to push herself up, but I quickly pin her back down with a palm between her shoulder blades.
“Uh-uh. Stay down, baby. I want to see you like this.” Without breathing another word, I start fucking her, fierce and deep, a rhythm so wild and relentless, it has her screaming my name into the mattress.
“Harder, Jason! Fuck me harder! I want to feel you for days!”
Her filthy words spur me on, a heady mix of permission and challenge. “Anything for you, sexy girl.” I seize her hips in a bruising grip and pound her pussy without mercy, each brutal stroke ripping loud moans from her throat while my own grunts echo right alongside hers.
My thrusts increase speed, each one more intense and urgent, until I’m right there on the very edge. With a loud, guttural roar, I slam deep and still—emptying myself inside her as my orgasm tears through me.
Seconds later, I collapse onto the mattress, pulling Mila down with me.
She immediately curls onto my side, her head and palm resting on my chest as we lie there, breathless and spent, trying to come back down to earth.
My hand settles gently over hers, feeling my chest rise and fall with each steady breath.
“You’re a fucking beast in bed, you know that, Jase?” she murmurs, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.
“Is that a good or bad thing?” I ask curiously.
“Good! Definitely good!” she says with a sleepy grin. “I always feel like I’ve been wrecked and renewed in the same breath. It’s so good!”
“I’m glad to hear that, because we’re not done yet. There are still twenty more positions I plan to fuck you in before this night is over.”
“Oh my God. You’re going to destroy my poor vagina.”
“I’ll be gentle in the next round. I promise.”
And true to my word, I spend the next hour taking my time, worshipping every line and curve, and savouring every shiver and moan. This time, we make love with a tenderness and reverence reserved only for her—the woman who has so completely, so irrevocably, claimed my heart.