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I position my cock at her folds before slowly sliding inside her. It takes her by surprise. I hold her hips to keep her in place. This time, there’s no rush. I move in and out excruciatingly slowly. Her pussy wraps around my cock.
I close my eyes and savor the sweetness of fucking my woman slow and easy. Mila meets my soft thrust by pushing back her ass. I lean over her back and reach down to cup her tits. I don’t stop my slow, easy thrusts as I pinch her nipples.
“Fuck me harder,” Mila says.
I grin, knowing that my slow thrusts are making her desperate. I straighten up and grab her hips again, but I do not change the pace of my thrusts. I withdraw my cock completely before slowly thrusting in again.
I withdraw it again, and Mila shakes her ass to urge me to return my cock to the warmth of her pussy. Unable to resist her gorgeous ass, I spank both her ass cheeks and the movement causes a ripple in her pussy.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” Mila screams, and I grin.
I do it again. I spank her ass cheeks simultaneously, but this time, I don’t wait for her reaction. I want her to come. Now, I thrust hard, our hips slapping together. I’m glad for the sound of running water because Mila lets out a scream that makes the walls of the cubicle reverberate. Her loud noisy orgasm drives me to my own release, and I shoot cum into her pussy. When it’s over, I rinse her off and then turn off the shower.
“That was hot,” Mila says shyly as I towel her down.
“Which part?” I tease her. “The spanking?”
“I’ve never had anyone do that to me before,” she says.
“I’ve never done that to anyone before,” I admit.
We stare at each other and share a moment of understanding. We’re so comfortable with each other that we can try new things with each other. It’s a good feeling. I kiss her gently on the lips.
Chapter 28
Mila
“I’ve missed you so much.”
I grind to an almost halt at the strange voice. Then it hits me. Brad’s mom is here. I groan internally. My mother-in-law arrived when my husband and I were making love in the shower? I look down at myself and cup my cheeks.
Does it show? Do I look like a complete slut? I smooth down my shorts and inhale deeply before stepping into the living room. I’m eager to meet Brad’s mom.
“Ah, there you are,” Brad says and beckons me to his side.
His mom is a petite woman with dark hair and sharp eyes. They quickly roam over me, and for a few seconds, I feel exposed. As if she can tell what her son and I were doing a few minutes ago.
“Mom, this is the beautiful woman I was telling you about. My wife, Mila,” Brad says, sounding so proud that I smile despite my nervousness.
His mom lets go of Isaac and closes the distance between us. She shakes my hand and smiles. The smile does not reach her eyes. Without being told, I know that she has disliked me on sight. Anxiety and gloom settle in my stomach.
“This is certainly a surprise,” she says and then smiles at Brad. “But a good one. It’s not right for a man to raise a child alone.”
Brad grins. I’m happy that he’s happy.
She wags a finger at him. “I haven’t forgiven you for not inviting us to the wedding.”
Brad’s smile disappears, and he looks nervous. “It happened so quickly, Mom. There was no time to invite anyone. Mila and I just wanted to be married.”
She doesn’t respond to that.
“Where are your things?” Brad says.
“Oh, I already took them to my room. The same one that Brenda gave me. I hope that’s okay.” The words themselves are innocent, but the message is communicated clearly. Brad’s ex was the real daughter-in-law.
Hurt feelings settle in my chest. It feels awful to be disliked for no reason. It also doesn’t make sense for me to want her approval, and yet ours is a fake marriage. Her feelings towards me shouldn’t matter, but they do.
“I’ll go and unpack while you two see to lunch,” she says. “Come, Isaac, keep your Nana company while she gets settled in.”
How long is she planning to stay? The minute that thought forms in my mind, guilt floods me. She’s Brad’s mom and has every right to stay as long as she wants.
“What do you think?” Brad asks as we head to the kitchen.
“You certainly don’t resemble her,” I say.
Brad laughs. “I take after my dad in looks. I know you two will get along. Mom can be stubborn, but her heart is in the right place.”
I make non-committal noises.
“Seeing her just made me realize how much I missed her.”
