“I’ll do what I want to you, Mila.” He adds a second finger, stretching me further. “I’ll fuck you with my tongue, my fingers, whatever I want, and you’re going to just take it.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, making me cry out again. Though it borders on painful, it feels so good. “Do you know why?”
“Why?” I whimper.
“Because I fucking said so, and because you belong to me.” He hits something inside me that sends fire through my body. “Because you’re my good, sweet Sunshine, who gives me what I want, andwhat I want is for you to come. Can you do that, baby? Can you be my good girl and come all over my hand?”
Whimpering his name, I arch my back off the bed, grinding into him. I want whatever he’s offering me if this is how it feels. “Please.” I don’t care how needy I sound.
“What do you need, Mila? Tell me.”
“You. Just you, Kash,” I cry out honestly. I’ll take him in any way he’s offering.
“Then you’ve got me.” He removes his fingers and plunges into me in one brutal thrust.
My eyes squeeze shut, tears threatening to spill over. I feel Kash’s hand skate up my body as I adjust to his size. He’s not small, and even though I’m wet, his intrusion takes me by surprise.
“Open your eyes, Mila. Look at me when I take you. When I’m taking what’smine.” My eyes fly open and my heart skips a beat at the sight. Kash is moving in and out of my body, moaning and clenching his jaw. His hair hangs loosely, making him look even more wild.
Reaching up, I grab his hair, yanking his head down to mine so I can claim his lips. I need his kisses more than I need air. Moving my hips against him, I feel a familiar ache building. Our breaths are coming out in short, quick pants, my thighs slick with my arousal.
“You feel so good, Mila. So fucking perfect, so warm, somine.” He leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. There’s a brief sting when he tugs on it, but the sensation is quickly replaced when he runs his tongue around it. Kash repeats the movement with my other breast, no doubt leaving a mark. “You take me so damn good,” he praises me while punctuating each word with a harsh thrust. “So. Damn. Good.”
Kash maneuvers my lower half and lifts me so I’m practically in his lap. I waste no time curling my body around his, as he changes the angle and slams back into me. I grab his arm to steady myself and whimper. He’s so deep inside of me, I don’t know where we end orbegin. I look down and watch his cock sliding in and out of me and feel myself flush.
“You like watching me fuck you? Hmm? Do you like watching my cock destroy this sweet little pussy?” He uses his hand to smack my clit, making me arch my back with a cry, sending him deeper into me. “This little pussy was meant for me.Youwere meant for me. You were meant to take my cum, my heart, and my name.”
“Yes,” I cry out, agreeing to all of it. He’s wrecking my body, my heart and psyche, and I might just thank him for it. “Need you, Kash.”
“I know you do, Sweet Girl.” He smirks, ramming into me, grinding his pelvic bone against my clit. “I’m all you need.”
He pulls one of my legs to rest on his chest and shoulder, pushing into me, hitting the right spot, over and over. Our sounds of pleasure filter through the dark room, playing on a loop with the storm outside. That familiar ache starts to build in me, and I grab his arm, digging my nails in.
“That’s right. Mark me, Mila. I’ll get those tattooed as well. You’re going to be all over my skin for the world to see.” He pulls back, rocking into me. When he rolls his hips, I detonate. Pleasure fires through every nerve of my body, from my toes to fingertips; I can feel it everywhere. Coming all over Kash, I drop my hand from his arm and pull his face to mine.
Swallowing his groans of pleasure, I feel his release inside of me. His cum fills me, warming my body from the inside. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him deeper. It’s dangerous, but I can’t help but need him closer.
As we kiss roughly, we’re all teeth and tongues, trying to take each other’s breath away. He dips into me a few more times, then pulls back. Looking down at me, he presses small kisses on each of my cheeks, then my forehead. “I love you so fucking much, Mila.Sofucking much.”
Laying his head down on my chest, Kash slides gently out of me and covers my body with his. I wrap my arms around his shouldersand hug him tighter to me. I need this moment as much as he does. I don’t trust myself to say the words yet, even though I think I feel them. One thing is for sure: I can’t hurt him. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did.
Kissing the top of his head, I stroke his hair as the rain pounds against our building outside. The electricity remains off as we lie in the silence together. He doesn’t say anything for a while and eventually his breathing evens out in sleep. Settling for a half-truth, I run my hand across the arm slung over me and whisper, “You mean more to me than I was ready for, Casanova.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Kash
When I woke up the next morning, Mila was still fast asleep in our bed, wrapped up tightly in the blankets. Her hair was a mess, but she was gloriously naked and not opposed to me waking her up with my head between her thighs.
Since then, we’ve gotten into a fun little game of seeing who gets up first. If it’s me, my head is buried in heaven, and if it’s Mila, I wake up already wrapped around her heat. To me, it’s a win-win either way. While she gets cleaned up and ready for the day, I make breakfast for my girl and see her off to work.
It’s been fucking amazing.
Now it’s almost the weekend and I’m standing at my station, finishing the final touches in the shop. It took longer than I liked, but once we get back from the wedding this weekend, we’re going to be reopening our doors to clients. More of the floor had to be replaced at my booth than I realized, along with mirrors too. Atlas was oddly pissed about that.
Our clients have been really good about rescheduling while we remodeled, but it’s about time. I miss it. I’ve been sketching and keeping up with my portfolio when I haven’t been with Mila, but I’m ready for normal again. The future looks so good with the shop opening again and having my girl.
I haven’t heard anything from Cassie about Bri, so I’m guessing no news is good news. It was a surprise to find out that Bri came from a wealthy family. They offered to pay for the damages, but none of us wanted their money. Her parents were pretty insistent that it didn’t get out that she went berserk and destroyed our shop. It was bad enough she was covered in tattoos and working here, but to slum itover with one of us… that would have been just too much for their precious image. Whatever. Good riddance to bad news.
Seth and Rhett ran out to grab lunch, and I’m debating how much time I have to spend here before I go see my girl. It’s been five hours, and I’m in need of a hit. Atlas and Cora are huddled around the computer in the reception area, figuring out appointments and when they can break away for a honeymoon. Cute little lovebirds.
