Moving my hand in quick circles, I don’t answer him at first. I’ve found a good rhythm and as I rub my clit, I add a finger into my pussy. I don’t think I've ever been so turned on. Kash doesn’t look away; instead, he watches me finger-fuck myself, as he waits for my next instructions.
“You look so fucking perfect like that. Your pretty little pussy stretching out around your fingers. Getting it ready to take my cock. You want that, don’t you? It’s practically begging for me to fill it.”
Closing my eyes, I give in and just get lost in the moment.I run my free hand back up to my chest, spreading my legs wider so Kash can see everything. Tweaking my nipple with one hand, I insert a second finger and moan loudly. My orgasm is quickly building, but I want more.
Opening my eyes, I find Kash has moved his hands to either side of my knees on the bed, waiting. He’s breathing heavily, poised and ready for me to give him the green light to touch me. I can feel the heat of his gaze and hands, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Pulling my fingers from my body, I hold out my hand to him. “Would you like a taste?”
“Fuck,” he groans. Leaning forward, Kash immediately grabs my hand, drawing my fingers in his mouth and sucking. The sensation sends a bolt of lust straight through my body. His tongue wraps around each finger, tasting my skin and cleaning up the mess I've made.
Releasing my fingers with a pop, Kash hums. “I need more than that, Sweet Girl. I want it from the source. Feed me that pussy.” Scooting closer, Kash dips his head and inhales deeply. He lays his hands on my knees, his eyes alternating between my face and body. “I’m begging you, please.”
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
“I have. I swear to you, I have. Please let me touch you, Mila.Please.” His voice cracks on the last part.
I’ll probably come the moment he touches me, but I need him too much to keep going. “Show me how sorry you are, Casanova.”
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 itfor 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.
