Doing as he asks, I lean back on the pillows and am rewardedwhen 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 needhim.
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. Youreverything."
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.”
