Page 23 of Milo

“I’ll make time. It won’t be an issue. It won’t ever be a problem. Alright?”

“Sorry. I just… My father never…” She stammered over her words.

“I’ll make time.”

Peering down, I looked into those glossy eyes to help her understand I had every intention of showing up every time our child needed me.

“I need some time to process all of this.”

Nature stepped back and closer to her door. The last few minutes had overwhelmed her, forcing her hand on her chest as she rubbed it over and over.

“Understood.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Maybe around noon if you’re not busy.”

“Call me at any time of the day, Nature, and I’ll get unbusy. Just hit my line.”

“Okay.”

I rested my lips on her forehead, pecking it quickly before stepping off. I made it near the gate before something prompted me to request more details surrounding her body’s cycle.

“When does your ovulation window open?”

“Tomorrow!” she yelled down the stairs.

Turning on the heels of my feet, I watched as she unlocked her door.

“You’re most likely to conceive before or after that twenty-four-hour window.”

“I’m aware, Milo. I’m an OB/G—”

Before she managed to finish her sassy ass response, my long legs had tackled the steps and her body was being shoved forward, into the house. My hands, with minds of their own, caressed every centimeter of skin accessible. And at the realization that her fabric was restricting the rest, I tore through it all, not loosening my grip until she stood in front of me bare.

I slammed the front door shut with my foot. The force rattled the frame, taking Nature by surprise. Her gapped lips drew me closer. Like little whispers, they summoned me. And when I gave into their demands, I almost exploded.

Pre-ejaculation hadn’t seeped from my dick since I was a boy, waiting to get my dick wet for the first time. It was the summer that I graduated from high school and would be heading to college in a few short weeks. At fifteen, I’d kept my head in the book, not involved with or intrigued by any of the young girls around the way. It wasn’t until Makai dragged me on a double date with Arnisha and her sister that I became genuinely interested in losing my virginity. Two weeks of phone conversations and walks to the court in our neighborhood led Jayla to my bed.

“Milo,” she whispered in my mouth.

“Shhhh.”

I quieted her by muffling her cries with deeper, sloppier movements of my tongue and lips. She tasted like sweet, fresh nectar. Remnants of her gloss added a strawberry flavor that I wasn’t exactly opposed to. My forcefulness pushed her backward, in the opposite direction. When I felt her slipping away, I began longing for her instantly. My long, anguished hand wrapped around her slender neck, desperate to have her nearer. It was her skin I craved being a part of because even when she was close, again, she wasn’t close enough. I pulled away from her mouth to whisper in her ear.

“Where the fuck you going, Nay?”

“My God,” she called out, melting in my grasp.

“May He be with you tonight.”

I bit her ear, then slowly trailed my tongue across her face and bit her cheek.

“Milooo.”

Then down her face, biting her lower jaw.

“Milo.”

Over and over until her chin was between my teeth. She was obsessed with pleasurable pain. It made her center secrete.

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