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“Mi—ummmm… Milo… uhhhhh.”
“Just say the fucking word, Nature, and I’m yours to have. Always have been. That’ll never change. Just say the word. Just say—fuck, this shit makes no fucking sense. Shit, girl.”
“I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum!” I screamed. “Oh my God.”
Before the fireworks erupted below, the pleasure of the moment disappeared. Unplugging himself, Milo swiftly flipped me over, pushing my legs up until my ass was in the air and he had unrestricted access to my entire pussy. And without hesitation, he began to feast.
His tongue slid from my asshole, ending at my pearl. Situating himself right on my most sensitive spot, he sucked my clit like a fresh mango that had fallen from a sun-soaked tree. His breath tickled my flesh, intensifying my climb. Adding another level of gratification to his pleasurable assault, he circled my asshole with his thumb, lubricating it before sliding it inside. I clenched my muscles before releasing everything that was left inside of me.
“Oh God! I’m cumming!”
Milo maintained his position, continuing to ravish my backside as creamy, white fluid shot from my well and into his mouth. Once emptied, I began quivering at every swipe of his tongue. I tried falling forward to reduce the amount of pleasure my body was experiencing, but I wasn’t allowed.
Milo held me in place, simultaneously freeing my flesh from his hold. The breath that I was holding, I pushed out and tried my hardest to settle the tingling in my lower abdomen area. It was pointless. Before the mission was complete or the sensation subsided, Milo slid back into me. I leaned forward, desperate to escape his expertise. He was way too good at this. He knew my body way too good. His dick was way too good.
WHAM!
His palm slammed against my ass.
“Don’t run from this dick, Nay. Be a big girl. Take this motherfucker.”
“Milo,” I cried out, lifting my body.
“Hands on the bed,” he reminded me, still stroking me slowly. “Hands on the fucking bed, Nay. Throw this little motherfucker back.”
Mustering the strength, I placed both hands on the sheets, clenching them as Milo wrote a beautiful love song on my walls. Once I adjusted to his girth, I matched his intensity. I pushed backward, into Milo, accepting every inch he was offering. The sound of our bodies colliding was music to my ears.
His hand gripped the back of my neck as he tried to fit his soul into my canal. I continued to cream on his dick, producing more lubrication for ease of access. Together, our moans and groans served as ad-libs to our track. And when I assumed that there was no greater feeling than the one I was experiencing, Milo lifted my body, rounding my neck with his hands. His lips tickled my ear.
“I love you,” he confessed. “Like, really fucking love you, Nay.”
Tears welled in my eyes from the mounting pleasure and the words that he spoke with such sincerity.
I love you more. The words were at the tip of my tongue.
“I’m cummmmmmmmmm—uhhhhh,” I belted, instead.
Together, we climaxed. Everything around me blackened. I fell forward, but somehow, I ended up on my side, curled in a ball as my son flipped and turned in my stomach. With my lids sealed, I began to doze as I heard running water. Seconds later, the warmth of a wash rag jarred me awake. I allowed Milo to clean every part of me his tongue and dick had been.
When his chest finally rested against my back, an indescribable degree of peace swept over me, putting me right to sleep.
* * *
Seven daysand six nights had passed since I’d crashed at Milo’s place, but every day, like clockwork, he called me around lunch hour. Twice, he’d made the trip to bring me lunch. Though I only saw him for a few minutes because neither of our schedules permitted much downtime, they were an eventful few minutes that once resulted in the steamy office session that the movies didn’t quite get right.
The fresh air hit my face as I stepped outside of the doctor’s office. The weekly appointments were going to be challenging because I had so many mothers at the end of their pregnancies as well, but I’d be sure to make time for each one I scheduled. For my son, everything stopped.
The calendar alert on my phone reminded me that I’d be seeing Milo outside of the office today. Our meet ups were changing along with my doctor’s appointments. As the notification bar disappeared, a message immediately followed.Mason’s Fatherappeared on the screen with a text following it.
Scratch the meetup. I’m coming over tonight. You can tell me all about the appointment then.
I prefer the meetup,I responded, knowing exactly what Milo had on my mind. However, waiting that long wasn’t in my plans. I wanted dick now, not later.
So. I’ll see you tonight.
I’ll see you in a few minutes, I almost responded, but shut the phone down and climbed into my truck. Within minutes, I was being handed two white bags full of my favorites from Jet’s Chicken. An order of buffalo wings, seasoned fries, and Kool-Aid to drink would satisfy my unhealthy cravings for the day.
For Milo, on the other hand, I’d settled for BBQ wings, seasoned fries, and water. It wasn’t that I cared much about his preference, but because I wanted BBQ wings as well without ordering my own portion and looking bigger than I already was. But I had every intention of eating his, too.
