Chapter 49
Chapter Forty-Nine
Kash
I’m going to die of a heart attack. But, boy, what a way to go.
My heart is pounding in my chest, rattling against my rib cage.
I thought Mila might scold me a bit, or playfully spank me, but I never imagined this.
I could never have foreseen that my sweet, perfect little Sunshine would make me kneel and watch her finger-fuck herself, all while forbidding me from touching her.
I almost want to punish her for that alone, but I won’t.
Watching Mila come out of her shell for me makes me want to beat my chest like a caveman.
She’s not one of those women—women like Bri—who weaponizes her sexuality, using it to get what they want; instead, she’s like a sexual black widow.
Looks seemingly harmless enough, but with the right partner, all bets are off.
Thank fuck she’s mine. I’d have to kill anyone who ever saw a fraction of how stunning she is like this. Mila is sexy all on her own, but a demanding Mila who isn’t afraid to take what she wants? That’s perfection.
Diving my head into heaven, I drag my tongue flat against her body and feel her tremble beneath me.
Lapping up the wetness coating her thighs, I eat Mila without mercy.
Her legs dangle over the bed, and I adjust my stance, allowing her to rest her legs over my shoulders.
Legs that were meant to be rested there.
Sliding a finger into her pussy, I tilt it, rubbing that spot that makes her scream. Her back arches off the bed as she lets out a loud cry. “That’s right, baby. Let me hear you accept my apology.”
“Kash,” Mila whimpers, pushing her pussy further into my face, grinding as she goes. Her fingers land on my head, wrapping around the strands, directing me to where she wants me. Her wish is my command.
Adding another finger, I continue to stretch her out and stroke her as my tongue moves against her clit.
My dick is painfully hard in my boxers. Lowering my other hand, I quickly grab it and tug, trying to relieve some tension.
I remove my fingers and rub circles on her clit in a fast, hard circular motion.
She’s crying out, arching her hips, and all the while, little curses leave her lips.
I haven’t taken my eyes off Mila, but as hers snap open, she watches my movements and tuts.
“That’s not part of the deal, Casanova,” she scolds, backing up the mattress, away from my touch.
“If you want me to apologize, you have to stay still, baby.” I smirk and shed my boxers as I follow her onto the bed. She rests back against the pillows, face flushed. Leaning over, I snatch her mouth with mine, nipping at her plump bottom lip.
“I think I have a better idea.” Pushing on my chest, Mila moves us so she’s hovering over me. “You talk an awful lot for someone who’s been mouthy. Maybe I should find a way to make you quiet.”
I think I just came a little bit. Is she serious? Kissing up my chest, Mila nips my skin with her teeth, using her tongue to sooth the ache, goosebumps rising in her wake. “You can’t possibly make me be quiet, baby. It would take something really important to silence me.”
Rising onto her knees, Mila looks like a goddess.
Between her wavy hair, full pert breasts, and flared hips that I’m dying to dig my fingers into, I’m momentarily stunned by just how beautiful she is and how lucky I am.
I vow in this moment to never take a single second with her for granted.
I want her to always look at me the way she is now.
Sure, she was irritated with me earlier, but that’s long gone.
The only thing in her current expression is lust and happiness.
“Fuck, Mila. You’re so damn perfect, but, Sunshine, you know there’s only one way to shut me up.” I grin widely at her, goading her to move.
Scootching closer to my chest, she rises higher on her knees. “Good thing I know the best way then.”
I lie back in the pillows, letting her straddle my face.
She hovers for a moment, as if she’s not completely sure, and that just won’t do it for me.
Grabbing her hips, I yank her down to my face the rest of the way.
I wish I’d told her to get comfortable first because she’s not going anywhere until my face is soaked and she can’t take it anymore.
I take apologies very seriously.
Running my tongue up her slit, I moan against her pretty little pussy. She’s so fucking addictive, and I know I’ll never get enough. Her hands are braced against the wall in front of her, eyes downcast, watching me devour her. Pushing my face further into her, I suck, lick and nibble her body.
I grip her ass with one hand and grind her against my face, listening for the moans while seeking that sweet spot that I know will set her off.
I run my free hand up her stomach, pausing to cup her breast. Rolling a nipple between my fingers, I tug on it just enough to make her cry out, then soothe it with my thumb before I repeat the process again.
“Fuck, Kash. Why do you have to be so mouthy all the time?” Her voice breaks on the last word when I nip her clit lightly.
One hand leaves the wall, finding its way into my hair.
Tugging on a chunk, Mila’s eyes meet mine.
“Can you make me come now? I’m ready to accept your apology.
” She rotates her body against my lips, sending pure fire through my veins.
I love when Innocent Mila takes a back seat and lets her vixen out to play.
I’ll take her in all forms, but this one is special.
Doubling down, I tug her clit into my mouth and move her hips against my face. I don’t care if she breaks my nose; I’ll proudly go into the shop with black eyes.
Her movements start to falter, and I know she’s getting close. Swiping my hand through her folds, I quickly gather some of her arousal and drag it down to her ass. Sliding a finger gently inside her, she clutches against my hand, crying out, “Kash, please. I’m so close.”
Pulling her clit between my teeth, I suck and tug the little nub into my mouth while simultaneously thrusting a second finger into her ass, setting her off.
Her scream vibrates through my body as she comes, and her arousal coats my face.
I lap it up with my tongue, not wasting a single drop.
Her legs are shaky on either side of my head, and I feel her hold loosen on my hair.
I take a brief moment to catalog her dazed features, and the way her head is thrown back in pleasure, before flipping our positions. Laying her flat, I thrust back into her pussy. Mila shouts at the intrusion, but I know she can take it.
“Do you accept my apology, baby? Or should I keep going?” I ask between thrusts, pausing a moment to lick my lips. Fuck, that was fun. For each time I pull back and relentlessly pound into her, Mila takes it. Her nails bite into my skin, and it spurs me on to move faster, harder.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, I lean down, capturing Mila’s mouth in a bruising kiss. I tangle my tongue against hers, as I grab her chin and angle her face to deepen the kiss. When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers, searching her eyes.
My pace slows as I grind my hips against her and groan. “You feel so fucking good, Mila. How does it get better every single time?”
Arching into me, Mila squeezes my cock, pulling me in deeper. I know I’m not being gentle, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “It’s because you’re apologizing.” She smirks.
Glad to see Sassy Mila is still here. “I don’t recall actually saying I was sorry, Sunshine, but let me make it up to you anyway.”
Rising up on my knees, I pull her legs from around my waist and rest them on my shoulders.
Her eyes widen as I lean forward and fold her body in half.
I’m rewarded with her scream when I bury myself back into her tight pussy.
My hair falls over our faces, skimming her forehead. Kissing her briefly, I move back.
“I’m.” Thrust. “Not.” Thrust. “Sorry.” Thrust. “At.” Thrust. “All.” Grabbing her chin, I pull her gaze to mine as I draw my hips back, shallowly sliding my cock in and out.
She whines, lifting her hips, trying to match my movements.
Holding her in place with my hips, I grip her chin, “Do you hear me, Sweetheart? I won’t ever be sorry for keeping everyone else away. Do you know why?”
Tilting her chin, her fingers skirt up my arms. “Why, Casanova?”
Fuck, I love when she calls me that. “Because you’re mine, Mila. Only mine. I’ll destroy anyone who gets in my way, baby.”
Burying myself in her body, I let go of her face and move my hand to circle over her clit.
“You’re going to come again. Do you understand?
” Running my thumb in fast circles, I know she’s close.
Her walls are fluttering around my dick, and I need to come so bad it hurts, but I need her there first. Gritting my teeth, I pound into her faster.
“Come on, baby. Come on my cock. Accept my non apology and be my good fucking girl. "
Bottoming out, I tilt her hips and fuck her with quick, hard movements. She’s crying out beneath me and when I hike her hip onto mine, I glide in even deeper.
“There. Oh my God, Kash.”
“That’s my girl. Tell me what you need. You know I’ll give you anything you want.”
Thrusting into her once, twice more, I feel Mila detonate beneath me. Her pussy spasms around my cock, triggering my own release. Ropes of cum flood into her, painting her walls.
“Fuck, Mila.” Groaning, I drop down, resting my forearms on either side of her head. We’re both sweaty messes, breathing deep, trying to catch our breath.
Taking her lips in mine, I kiss her softly. Mila’s hands wind around my neck and into my hair, toying with the strands. I briefly miss my longer style, but as long as she has something to grab hold of, I’m fine.
Pulling back, I stare down into her eyes.
Our bodies together are so different, but that’s what makes us perfect for each other.
Where Mila is soft and bright, with smooth pale skin, I’m strong, dark, and covered in tattoos.
None more important than the one she’s currently tracing with her fingertip as she runs her hands around my scalp and neck.
Mila tugs her lip between her teeth, looking suddenly unsure. “Sunshine?”
“You know I love you, Kash. Right?”
My heart stalls in my chest, and I don’t bother stopping the grin that splits across my face.
She finally said it. She’s let out hints at it, but Mila hasn’t come right out and said it until now.
Even when I tell her I love her, she just smiles or gives me a kiss.
I’ve felt it every moment I’ve been with her.
In every smile, every touch, every look she’s sent my way, I’ve felt it.
Now that she’s confessed her feelings, I need my ring on her finger and for her to move in permanently.
I know her apartment will be finished next week, and then she’ll think she has to go back. I can’t have her leaving me. This place isn’t much better, but it's okay for now. I have a plan in my head; I just need some time to get all the pieces together.
Staring down at my girl, I wink and push my hair back. “It’s about time you caught up. I guess that non apology worked after all.”