“And what did you do?”
Shrugging her shoulders, she smiles. “I moved them. Couldn’t help it.”
Leaning over her, I press a soft, sweet kiss to her lips. Before she can take it further, I lift her leg, placing it on my thigh, and sharply thrust into her.
Mila’s eyes go wide as she shouts, “Fuck, Kash!”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Please, give me more.”
Stilling inside of her, I take a moment to enjoy the first time I’m inside Mila as my wife. She’s tight around my dick, and so fucking wet. My baby is in her belly, and that alone makes my cock weep. Running my hand up her thigh, I continue past her chest, ignoring the nipples begging me for attention. Firmly grabbing her throat, I almost lose it when I see the contrast of my dark, inked skin against her pale, unblemished skin. She’s so good and sweet. Too sweet for me, but I’m keeping her anyway.
“You don’t listen very well. I guess I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” I squeeze her airway gently, moving my other hand in circles on her clit. Her legs are spread wide, resting on my thighs. Rocking my hip against her, I pin her to the bed so she can’t move. She’s at my mercy, and I’m not feeling very charitable.
Mila digs her fingers into the thigh tattoo she loves to look at, taking everything I give her. “Please,” she begs. “Don’t play with me.” Her voice breaks at the end.
“Why not?” Leaning down, I let go of her throat to whisper at her ear, “I take good care of my toys, and you’re my favorite one.” My hips smack harshly against her body, in and out, over and over, all while never letting up on her clit. I want her to soak my body with her release.
Mila shouts as her first orgasm tears through her body. Her pussy clamps down on my dick, but I’m not done. I fuck her through herorgasm and get her ready for the next one. Flipping her onto her stomach, I yank her to her knees and thrust deeply into her.
“Kash!” she cries out.
Being a man of my word, I palm her ass cheek and then let my hand fly. Smacking her ass, Mila moans loudly. Between the sound of her cries and moans and our skin connecting, it’s music to my ears. Alternating sides, I spank her as I thrust in and out of her body. Her pussy is dripping wetness down my dick and onto my balls, and it makes meferal. Soothing my hand over her red backside, I slow my thrusts and turn her back to her front.
Leaning over her chest, I take her breast into my mouth, tugging the nipple between my teeth and sucking on it. Before long, they’re going to be full of milk to feed my child, andfuck me, the mental image of licking milk from her tits makes my movements jerky. Moving to the other one, I slide back into her, and rock slowly. Her legs wrap around my waist, meeting my body for each thrust.
Letting go of her nipple with a pop, I look up into her eyes. “You’re such a good girl, Mila. You feel like heaven and home.”
Her hand comes up, cupping the side of my face, the tenderness not lost on me. Locking her legs tightly around my waist, Mila pulls me down to her lips. “Fuck me like you mean it,Husband.”
My brain short circuits and I move on instinct alone. Moving my body against hers, I hug Mila to me tightly. She’s crying out, but I’m so lost in her I don’t know what she’s saying. I plunge my dick into her, over and over again, her pussy walls tightening. Thumbing her clit, it takes just a few movements, and Mila’s clamping down and screaming my name as her pussy grips me. Following after her, I finally let my release go.
I prop myself on my elbows and lose myself in my wife. I paint the inside of her body with my cum, groaning as the aftershocks of our orgasms fade. Both of us are panting heavily, and as I pull back, Mila halts my movement.
“You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Mr. Malone.”
Chuckling, I capture her lips with mine briefly. “Don’t mention it, Mrs. Malone. Only the best for my girl.”
Chapter Sixty-Two
Mila
Staring at my hand as we drive down the interstate, I’m struck by how surreal everything feels. A year ago, I was spending every waking moment atTwin Roastswith Mara, working every day. Then Cora met Atlas, and everything changed. Without her, I don’t know if Kash and I would have met. I mean sure, I have tattoos, and I’d heard of their shop, but I’m not exactly covered in ink. I wouldn’t have a husband and baby on the way, and he’d likely still be fooling around with Bri or some other woman.
Glancing at Kash, I take a moment to study him. His eyes are trained on the road, and we’re about an hour from home. His hair rests loosely on the side, tattoos on display under his short-sleeved T-shirt. He opted for joggers this morning because of the drive, and I can’t say I’m the least bit sad about it seeing the way they fit over his body. Even when he’s doing something as mundane as driving, Kash is a work of art.
“If you keep looking at me like that,Wife, we’re going to be making a pit stop,” he drawls, not taking his eyes off the road. “I can feel you over there, eye-fucking me.”
Shaking my head, I give him a confused look. “You mean I’m not allowed to appreciate what a sexy man my husband is?”
Laughing, he gives me a quick, heated expression. “You can appreciate all you want but just know that I reward appreciation.Very well.”
Squeezing my thighs together, I think of all the ways he showed appreciation over our long weekend together. I was released from the hospital Wednesday afternoon, and Kash took me home, then Thursday morning we left for our trip. He proposed that evening andafter explaining his thought process behind my ring, I didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t.
When I lay on that cabin floor, and Jake was hurting me, deep down I was more afraid of what would become of Kash if something happened to me, than I was of dying. He was so young when he lost his father, and his mom couldn’t handle it, so she left him as well. He spent years becoming closed off from real intimacy, not letting himself get close to anyone. I can’t imagine what would happen to him if I were gone, and he finally opened up to someone, like he had for me. The universe wouldn’t be that cruel, right?
I wouldn’t change anything about Kash, even his past. All of those years he spent lost made him into the man he is now, and he’s an amazing man. He has so much love to give, and I have no doubts he’s going to be an amazing father and husband.
