Chapter 34 #2
Spurred on by his words, I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs, and I get lost in the moment.
Moving my body against him, I get lost in the feeling of him inside me.
I get lost in the knowledge that I’ve turned him into this feral mess of a man who is moaning underneath of me.
I get lost in the moment because I don’t ever want to leave it.
His thumb brushes against my body, rubbing tight circles against my clit in quick succession. I drive down harder on his cock and jerk my hips as heat blankets my body and I come with a cry. His hands skim my hips, letting me ride out my release on top of him.
“Yes. Just like that, Mila. Soak my cock, baby.” He groans as he pulls out and flips us over.
Kash moves me to my stomach and lifts my ass in the air.
I cry out when he slams back into me, and again when I feel the sting of his palm against my ass.
“You’re so perfect, Mila. So fucking perfect coming on my cock like that.
Now you’re going to be my good girl and do it again. ”
“Kash, I can’t,” I whimper. He’s pounding into me, and my hands are gripping the sheets, trying to hold on. Every new thrust makes his backboard hit against the wall.
“Yes, you can and you fucking will. Do you know why?”
“Because you said so?” I giggle through a moan when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.
“No.” He slows, then leans over my back, pushing my face further into the mattress. Rocking his cock into me, I feel his warm breath fan across my face as he whispers near my ear, “It’s because I found your last tattoo, Sweetness, and now I’m taking my reward.”
Leaning back, he slams his dick so far inside, I swear I can feel it hit my uterus. It suddenly dawns on me that he’s not wearing a condom. He’s drilling wildly into my body, and I feel heat creeping up my spine again. Kash’s hand snakes underneath my body and starts thrumming on my clit.
“Kash, you’re not wearing a condom,” I push out through his thrusts.
“And?”
And? What does he mean, and?
“Shouldn’t you pull out?”
He lets out a dark laugh, and his hand connects with my ass again. “No, Mila, I’m not going to pull out. I’m going to stuff you so full of my cum, it’s going to drip out of you for days.”
“But—”
“Yours is very nice,” he interrupts, rubbing his hand against my reddened cheeks.
“But what if—”
“I get you pregnant? Oh, I can only fucking hope so.” He grabs both of my hips in his palms and starts to wildly thrust in and out. His grip is tight, almost painful, as if he’s afraid I’ll somehow get away. “You’re already mine forever. Now, be a good girl and take what I give you.”
He leans over me, driving sharply into my body. Every time he hits that one spot, I cry out. My voice is hoarse, and I know I’m about to come again.
“Need you there, Mila. Need you to come.” He rubs harder against my clit as his movements turn jerky. When he thrusts again, then pinches my clit, I scream as my orgasm hits. White hot pleasure courses through my body, and I swear I black out for a moment.
“Yes. That’s right. Just let go Mila. Such a good fucking girl squeezing me like that.
My good fucking girl,” he growls, slamming into me one final time before he tenses.
I can feel the heat of his release as ropes of cum fill me.
“Fuck, Mila. My Mila.” He groans. “You take me so well. Your body was made to fit mine.”
Leaning over me, Kash kisses his way up my spine, paying special attention to the tattoo there.
It didn’t hurt as bad as the rib tattoo, but it definitely took longer.
Up the length of my spine is a tattoo of the sun and moon.
It felt a little cliche when I got it at nineteen with the galaxy swirls, but I always appreciated how the sun and moon complimented each other.
They may be polar opposites but one can’t exist without the other.
Pulling out of my body, I feel his release dripping onto my thighs as he flips us and hovers over my form. His intense brown eyes find mine.
“You’re staring.”
“I know.”
“Why are you staring?”
“Because I can.”
Shoving against his chest playfully, I roll my eyes. “That’s such a you answer.”
Kash trails his fingers over my chest and torso to my pussy.
He collects some of his cum that’s dripped out and pushes it back in, not once looking away from me.
“Just putting it back where it belongs,” he explains, leaning down to nip my lips.
That shouldn’t be attractive, but after what he just did to me, I’m willing to overlook it.
Besides, I’m on the pill. I should be fine.
Pulling back, I brush the loose hair back from his face. “Did you mean what you said?”
“When?”
“When you were inside of me!” I glare at him. He can’t seriously be that dense.
Smiling, he leans closer to my face and grasps my chin between his finger and thumb. “You mean when I told you that you were mine, and that I was going to make you beg—which I did by the way.”
“Do you take anything seriously?” I admonish, rolling my eyes.
“You. I take everything about you seriously, Wifey. I know I say a lot of things and joke around, Mila, but you have to get it by now.”
“Get what?” I whisper.
“When I fuck you, mark your body with my prints, and fill you full of my cum, it’s because you’re mine. Every single part of you, from your sweet little toes to the tip of your beautiful head. Every single inch of you belongs to me. Just like every single inch of me belongs to you.”
Not knowing how to answer that, I avert my eyes to his chest.
“When I say I don’t care if you become pregnant, it’s because I don’t. I’m so in love with you, Mila Morgan, and I need you to understand that if I’m serious about anything in this life, it’s you. One day, whenever it is, we’ll have our own little baker’s dozen.” My eyes fly to his.
Kash moves his hand, cradling my cheek as he continues, “I can’t tell you what I had for breakfast yesterday, or what my last text message said, but I do know it was fifty-seven degrees the day I met you, and you were wearing a black shirt and ankle boots as you walked into the shop, flipping my world upside down.
Your hair was wavy, just like this but probably an inch or two shorter.
” He pauses, tugging a loose piece. “Three Days Grace was playing over the speakers, and I was getting ready to leave but decided to hang out, and I’m so glad I did.
I dreamt of you that night, and I’ve thought of nothing else but you since. ”
“Do you really mean that?” Tears well in my eyes. If you had told me this morning I’d be here in bed with Kash, and after rearranging my insides, he’d profess his love for me, I’d think you were nuts, but here we are.
I knew he had feelings for me, but I had no idea it was like this. There’s no way that’s normal.
Leaning down, he kisses my forehead, the gentleness a stark difference to ten minutes ago. “Every. Single. Word, Sweet Girl. Every, single one.”