Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Mila
I’m dead. Holy shit. I don’t want to think about how Kash got his skills because it’ll only sour my mood, but damn if it doesn’t still affect me a bit.
Kash runs a towel across my body, and all I can think of is how fast he made me come.
I’ve never come with a man before. Every time I got close, they’d change their movement, or finish, and then I’d be left disappointed.
If they went down on me, that only lasted a few minutes and then they gave up.
Based on my limited experience, I’ve learned two things. One, masturbation only does so much. My vibrator has nothing on him. And two, the other men didn’t do what Kash did. He listened to my body and knew exactly what I needed.
Standing to his full height, he towers over me. Water drips onto his chest from his hair, and I fight the urge to lick the drops away. Beautiful tattoos cover his chest and arms, but they don’t stop there. His thighs are covered in them, and there are a few on his calf.
“Hey, Kash.” I peek up at him through my lashes. I’m still so turned on; plus, after this afternoon, and the day we had, I just want to be with him. My body still tingles from my orgasm, but I want more. I want him.
“Hey, Mila,” he parrots back, sliding his hand up my arm.
“Does your offer still stand?”
Quirking a brow, he tilts his head. “Offer?”
Letting my hand travel down his chest, I decide to be bold. Kash made me feel so good, and I want to return the favor. I’m nervous I won’t do it right or be as good as the women he’s used to, but there’s an ache in my core, and my brain is screaming at me to take what I want.
“Yes, offer. When I admired your pyramid tattoo this morning, you offered me a better look. Is that still valid?”
His eyes widen, and when he tugs me into his arms, I go without restraint. “You can look at anything on me, any time you want. That offer is valid for fucking ever.”
“Good.” I smile, then turn us and nudge him toward the bed. “I’d like to look now.”
Sitting back on the mattress, Kash’s gaze is filled with heat and promise. When I move to kneel, he grabs my hand, halting my movements.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting a better look.”
“Not on your fucking knees you’re not.” He pulls me up to his lap, resting my center against his hard dick.
“Kash...” I abandon my protest in favor of leaning down to kiss his neck.
Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss over the spot where he tattooed my lips.
There’s something powerful about having a man like Kash want you.
To feel desired and be the object of their desire—it makes any nervousness or self-doubt I felt fade away.
When I pull back and see his eyes closed in contentment, I know I’m making the right choice.
When his eyes open and find mine, I watch a hint of a smile cross his face. He flips our position, making me squeal. “Kash!”
“That’s my name. Feel free to shout it.” He rests his arms on either side of my head, kissing my lips, moving toward my chest.
“I was supposed to get a better look,” I remind him.
“I know.” He smirks. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answer without thought. I do trust him.
He’s shown me over and over that he’s going to be there for me, even going out of his way to bring me flowers, or lunches.
He planned this amazing afternoon, and no matter how much I try to push him away, he always comes back. He’s never wavered, not once.
“Good. Lie back and stick out your tongue.”
Doing as he asks, I lean back on the pillows and am rewarded when he starts to climb up and straddle my chest. Kash leans over me, sliding his cock across my tongue.
I study the way his stomach tightens with each move he makes, feeding me more.
While he’s lost in the moment, I glance at the tattoo on his hip and notice the pyramids with the moon peeking out behind them.
The Egyptians were big on worship, and at this point, I can’t tell who’s worshipping who.
“Fuck, Mila. Your mouth feels so good.” He hisses when I close my lips around him and suck. Bringing my hand up, I run it over his thigh where the tattoo sits. His body wracks with shivers as I pull him deeper.
I never understood the appeal of blowjobs, but Kash’s dick is like velvet in my mouth, and I love the salty taste of him. Using my hand, I grab the base of his cock and tug it as I attempt to bob my head.
“Lean back,” he orders, bracing his hand against the headboard, pushing deeper into my mouth. “You can’t say brownies right now, so if you need to breathe, tap my thigh.”
I won’t need brownies. I let him set the pace as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, his pleasure-filled expression spurring me on.
Flattening my tongue again, I hold onto his hips and let him fuck my face. I’ve never been used like this before, and it’s so liberating to know that I’m making him feel this way. Just me, plain old Mila.
“You like that, don’t you? Your sweet little mouth so full of my cock, just begging for your throat to be fucked. You didn’t want to see my tattoo, did you? No. You just wanted your man’s cock down your throat.” He groans loudly.
Murmuring my agreement, it vibrates across his dick and he abruptly pulls out. Sucking in a breath of air, I’m about to protest when I feel his tongue between my thighs again. He tosses my legs over his shoulders, cradling my ass in his hands as he licks and sucks my pussy.
“Kash. Please,” I cry out, threading my fingers into his hair. I’m so turned on; I may kill him if he doesn’t fuck me soon. My body is strung so tight, and I just need him.
Pulling back, his dark eyes meet mine. “What did I tell you, Mila? Hmm?” he questions, sliding two fingers into my pussy while his thumb rubs my clit.
“Didn’t I tell you that you’d be begging for me?
That I wouldn’t touch you until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Are you there yet, Mila, or do you need more convincing? ”
Letting go of his hair, I move my hand toward my pussy. I need relief and if he’s going to tease me, I’ll do it myself.
“Don’t you fucking think about it,” he growls, grabbing my hand. Sitting back on his haunches, he holds my thighs open. “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name.”
“What I want to hear,” I parrot back at him, earning a slap to my pussy. Fuck.
“That’s not what I meant, brat. Tell me that you’re mine.
” His finger slides back into my pussy, and when he rotates it and hits a spot inside of me, I nearly fly off the bed.
“Tell me this body only belongs to me now. I may not have been the first, but you better fucking believe I’m going to be the last.”
“I’m yours,” I rush out. “I’m so yours, Kash.”
“Damn right you are.” He growls, then slams into me in one thrust.
A scream bubbles out of my throat, and I move my hand to cover my mouth. I may have already come, but Kash’s thickness takes me by surprise.
Tearing it away, Kash leans over me, his hair hanging in his face like a wild man.
There’s a feral look in his eyes. “Don’t you dare keep those sounds from me.
I’ve been dreaming of those sounds. I want all of your screams, your moans, your cries.
” He pulls out, then slams back in. “All.” Thrust. “Of.” Thrust. “Them.”
“Kash!” I scream, no longer caring if the neighbors hear. I don’t know how thick these walls are, but there’s a good chance the people outside can hear me screaming.
“That’s right. Say my name. Say it over and over again, Mila. Get used to it, because it’s the only fucking name that’ll ever be on these lips again,” he bites out, slamming his hips against mine.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I try to hold on as he rocks into me. There is no softness to his movements, or the way he nips at my skin. This isn’t just sex. It’s a claiming.
Heat travels my spine as he rocks his pelvis against mine. “You feel so good, Mila. Your pussy was meant to take my cock. It fits me like a fucking glove. A perfect, silky glove.” He groans.
“Kash,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Please what, Sunshine? Please fuck me deeper?” He leans back, moving my legs to his shoulders, and practically folds me in half. He fucks me at a new angle, lighting up my insides.
“Oh my God.” I can’t stop the moan that escapes me, as my back arches, meeting his thrusts. He’s pounding into my body so hard I know I'm going to have bruises everywhere.
“That’s right, Mila, I’m your God. Your king. Your everything."
Flipping our positions, he rolls us until he’s under me. He doesn’t miss a beat, shoving back inside as he grabs a hold of my hips. “Now ride me, Queen. Take what you need,” he demands, his hands moving my body in sync with his.
He feels so good inside me, I don’t ever want to lose this feeling.
Laying my palms on his strong body, I take in the sheen of sweat that coats his skin.
Kash’s body tightens beneath me as I roll my hips and touch him.
I’m operating on pure sensation right now.
It’s the only thing I can focus on when I run my tongue across his chest, nipping his nipple with my teeth as I ride him. Fair is fair after all.
“Fuck. Shit, Mila.”
“Shh,” I murmur, “You can take it, right?”
Lifting up, I rise until just the tip of him is inside me, teasing him. “Who do you belong to, Kash?”
“You. Only you. Always you. Forever you,” he quickly answers on a groan, thrusting up into me. The air from my lungs is stolen as Kash pulls my lips to his and crushes our mouths together. He inhales my cries the harder I slam onto his body, using him to chase my release.
“That’s right, my Mila.” He pulls back. “Ride me. Take what belongs to you,” he commands, smacking my ass, then pausing to squeeze it. “Milk my cock, Sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty little pussy quiver all over my dick.”