Page 26 of Milo


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Even in the dark, I could see her. Feel her. Her naked body was my playground. I remembered where everything was. Finding her most sensitive button was no obstacle.

“Ummmm. Mi–”

I stroked her pussy, listening to the sound of her creaminess being slathered against her walls and all over my dick. My thumb pressured her bulb, exploring her sensitivity. As if that wasn’t enough to mount her again, I leaned forward and took her right nipple into my mouth.

“Oh God! I’m going—Ima cum.” She cried.

Nature was the closest thing to heaven. Her pussy pulled me in, suffocating my dick, ready to choke the semen straight out of that motherfucker. My end was near. I could feel my nut rising to the head of my shaft. It wasn’t until it began to escape that I let her breast fall from my mouth and tucked my head between her shoulder and chin. I continued drilling her from below, preparing for our first round to come to a screeching halt.

This was my safe space. My heart was content here. Though she probably didn’t believe it anymore, she was home for me. There was no one in the world I’d rather spend my best and worst days with. There was no other person in the world that I’d rather spend my long nights with.

We were one and the same. Both of us wanted the same things. I wasn’t sure how we’d get to the end of the road hand in hand but I had faith it would happen. But first, there was something I needed from her. Something specific. Something irreplaceable. Something solid.

“Give me a son,” I pled, continuing to unload in her womb.

It was open season for once in my lifetime. If this was my only chance, I wanted a boy.

“Okay,” she agreed, body convulsing underneath me.

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ONE

“I don’t understand it, Shayla,”I groaned, leaning back in my seat.

My right hand caressed my growing belly, rubbing in circles as I tried to decipher the message I’d received twenty-six hours ago from Milo. Though simple, there was an underlying level of complexity that accompanied it.

“What’s there to understand?” Shayla asked, shrugging her shoulders.

“I miss y’all?” I scoffed. “What does that even mean?”

“It means what it says,” she chuckled, “He misses his ex and the child you two conceived. You’re a smart girl, Nature, but it doesn’t take a woman with a brain like yours to figure out what that message is saying. He didn’t sugarcoat it or beat around the bush like he has the last couple of months. He just came right out and said it.”

“Which leaves me puzzled. I’ve read it twenty times today and I’m still as lost as I was when I got it. We’re almost at the finish line. He hasn’t said anything like this the entire pregnancy. Why now? I guess that’s what I mean. You know?”

“Why did he take so long? Why hasn’t he said it sooner? Is he for real? Does he mean in the way you’re hoping he does? Do you respond telling him the truth or keep lying to him and keep lying to yourself? Is that what you’re asking yourself, because continuing to ask what he means by that message is irrelevant. It’s me you’re talking to, Nature. Come on, now.”

Sighing, I lifted my right hand to my chest, rubbing back and forth hoping the aching subsided. Maybe I wasn’t asking the correct question. Hearing Shayla express my truest feelings so effortlessly was almost triggering.

“Listen, Nature, I’ve heard you from the very beginning of this journey. I’ve lent you an ear any time you’ve needed one. Only when you’ve asked for my opinion, did I give one, but today, babe, I have to just lay it all on the table. I hate giving unsolicited advice, but I’d be damned if I don’t. Watching you burn with desire for a man that clearly wants you as much as you want him is torture, and that’s putting it lightly.”

“I’m not burning with—”

“Girl, please. Those monthly meetings you have with Milo are the highlight of your existence.”

“Actually, my child is.”

“And the man that helped you create your child. You can fool a lot of people, but I’m not one of them, Nature. So, either, we’re going to be real about your feelings or you can consider this the final conversation we’ll have about your co-parent.”

Inhaling deeply, I stared off into the distance. I could feel the dryness of my throat increase and began choking me. Blood filled my mouth from the piece of flesh I’d bitten through. My heart hammered against my chest, begging to be relieved of its barriers to beat freely for the one person in the world it ever held space for.

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