“Shh,” I murmur, “You can take it, right?”
Lifting up, I rise until just the tip of him is inside me, teasing him. “Who doyoubelong to, Kash?”
“You. Only you. Always you. Forever you,” he quickly answers on a groan, thrusting up into me. The air from my lungs is stolen as Kash pulls my lips to his and crushes our mouths together. He inhales my cries the harder I slam onto his body, using him to chase my release.
“That’s right, my Mila.” He pulls back. “Ride me. Take whatbelongs to you,” he commands, smacking my ass, then pausing to squeeze it. “Milk my cock, Sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty little pussy quiver all over my dick.”
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.Mygood 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.MyMila.” 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 mooncomplimented 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.”
