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“Milo, what are y—MILO!”
Effortlessly, I pulled her into my arms, carrying her bridal-style toward my car. I lowered her down until her ass touched the seat after I’d gotten the door open and in the air. Before closing the door, I leaned in, waiting for her to say anything. Pouty lips and folded arms let me know that her brain was working overtime trying to conjure something, anything.
“Voluntarily or involuntarily, Nay, you coming with me.” I settled at once.
“Milo. You can’t just–”
“I can and I will so shut that shit up, sit back, put your seat belt on, look pretty, and sing along to these girly ass tracks I’m about to play for your spoiled ass.”
Rolling her eyes, she turned her back toward me, dismissing me. With a shrug, I sealed the door and headed around to the driver side.
FOUR
“Cheer up. Fix your face.”
“Being that I’ve kind of been kidnapped, I don’t think I can cheer up, Milo. You have me here at some… place to be serviced when I have patients that need me,” I reminded him.
“My son needs you and so do I. I can see it all over your face, Nature. You’re exhausted. I’m not here because I just wanted to come. I’m here because you needed to. So, they can wait. This can’t.”
Blowing out in frustration, I tried to remove the leggings from my thighs but struggled to push them down my legs. Out of my peripheral, I watched him secure the towel around his waist, rounding the bed and approaching me with stretched arms. He lifted me onto the bed that I’d be occupying in the midst of my resentful grunts.
It was pathetic, how I unknotted under his spell. The twists and tangles I was wrapped up in, the walls I’d put up, they dissolved. Still, I was baffled, wondering if it was because the care he took, his patience, his uncompromising smile, his scent, his heart, or his dick that was the culprit. Maybe it was a combination of them. Maybe it was all of them, together, working against my sanity.
One leg at a time, he removed my bottoms. Then, there was my shirt and bra. Carefully, he pulled the shirt over my head. Next, he unclamped the bra from the back, putting it on the chair where he’d laid my purse.
Hurry back, my body begged. His absence reminded me of the torture I’d suffered through my entire pregnancy.Cold. Lonely. Uncertain.
My panties were the last to go. Hesitantly, I lifted so that he could slide them from my waist and underneath me. Shame filled me to capacity. My cheeks flushed as Milo’s handsome face contorted. My secret didn’t belong to me anymore. He was privy to the information I wished to keep to myself. I was a mess down there. In an attempt to explain, words failed me.
“Sorry. I, uh… I…”
“Damn, Nay,” he whispered, thumbing my pearl.
I remained silent, stuffing my moans at the root of my mouth as he massaged me near my peak. Pent-up emotions and sexual frustration had me ready to blow a gasket. I placed my hands at the edge of his shoulders and leaned forward, increasing the pressure down below.
As if he knew my body’s language, Milo lifted my legs onto the bed, spreading them wide and exposing my center in its eternity. Though my belly was in the way, I could feel the moisture it produced. I caved at the sight of him sticking his hand into his mouth and releasing the gold teeth that lined the bottom teeth.
Flared nostrils and an increased heart rate were indicators that I was well aware of what was to come. One second, he was in my line of vision, and the next, he wasn’t. His tongue replaced his fingers.
“Miloooooo.”
With haste, he clamped down on my flesh, flickering his tongue back and forward, not stopping until I felt the tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach.
“Milo. Pleeease.”
I lifted a hand placing it on the back of his head, warning him not to stop because my peak was near. To my dismay, he shoved it away, never missing his mark as he continued to hammer my clit with his tongue. And within seconds, I untied, releasing everything my little box had to offer. I gifted Milo with a creamy thickness that oozed into his mouth and onto his beard.
“Please. Please,” I begged, pushing his head away.
Overstimulated and sensitive, I needed him to unhand me. With pleasure, he released me, standing in all his glory. The towel around his waist fell by his side. I watched his massiveness spring from underneath the fabric. The small space that had gotten between us, he removed in one breath.
His facial hairs brushed against my chin as his lips lie against mine. I tasted myself as he buried his tongue in the warmth of my mouth. Simultaneously, his dick parted me like the Red Sea, stuffing me. Oblivion summoned me, leaving me breathless, clueless, and spineless. I collapsed into Milo’s arms as we both stilled, unmoving, while acknowledging the ground that was just broken.
Knock. Knock. The knocking at the door startled me. I raised, eyes darting, as I began panicking. This was a massage parlor. It wasn’t a hotel room, but we’d used it for privacy reasons beyond belief.
Our eyes met as he slid out of me. We both understood things far beyond what our words could express at the moment. Silently, he wrapped the towel around his body, covering his hard dick.
Pure ecstasy lingered in his eyes, mirroring mine, as I struggled to close my mouth and close my legs. He watched as my creaminess trickled down my pussy, leaving us both in worse shape than we were three seconds ago when he was deep inside of my pussy. Deep inhispussy.
