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Mila. Her name flashes through my mind. I push it away. All I need to remember is what she is. She’s a cheater. A disloyal woman. Just like Brenda. But she’s hot and sexy, and I need her to fulfill me sexually. I want to pleasure her too. We can take pleasure from each other.
I withdraw my fingers and squat before her. I part her thighs and place my tongue where my fingers were. Mila hisses and grips my head as my tongue slides into her pussy. I lap at her pussy and suck on it. Mila widens her legs to give me better access. I plunge my face into the curls of her pussy and then push my tongue inside her pussy. She lets out a small scream.
“I’m going to come, Brad,” she says.
“Not yet,” I tell her, speaking for the first time. I get to my feet. “Turn around.”
I need her to face away when I fuck her. I don’t want to see her sweet face twisted with pleasure. I don’t want to wonder if she wears the same expression with some other man. Does she scream his name when he fucks her? Pain spears my insides.
I force myself back to the present. Mila holds the wall and bends slightly from the waist. I caress her ass cheeks. She’s got the perfect figure. Too bad, her character doesn’t match her physical form.
I position my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I slip a hand between her ass cheeks to her pussy folds. She’s more than ready for me. I don’t plunge into her as I normally do. My movements are slow and controlled. Bit by bit, I push my cock into her pussy, ignoring the urge to fuck her hard.
“Fuck me, Brad,” Mila says. “Do it hard.”
Her words inflame me, and I work my damndest to control myself. I grip her hips and thrust in and out rhythmically.
“Fuck yeah,” Mila cries.
Her pussy trembles and clenches my cock. She writhes and pushes her ass into my cock. Her whole body begins to tremble, and I know she’s coming. My thrusts become harder and faster. Before too long I’m coming too. I shudder and growl as cum shoots from my cock into her pussy. When it’s over, I slide my cock from her pussy and turn the shower back on. Mila straightens and stares at me.
“Are you all right?” she says. “You seem different.”
I swallow a lump in my throat. I want to take her in my arms and kiss her tenderly. Except those are the kind of things that people who care for each other do. Mila and I are fuck buddies. No feelings.
I harden my heart. “I’m fine.”
Chapter 36
Mila
Something is off with Brad. After making love, we usually cuddle and joke around with each other. Brad likes to tease me about how insatiable I am. Now, he’s pulling on his shorts and T-shirt without speaking.
“That was hot,” I tell him.
“Yeah.”
I’m not wrong. He’s giving me one-word answers. Fear comes over me. I don’t want to lose him. I go to him and wrap my hands around his waist. His body is stiff and unyielding.
The reaction I know from Brad is an instant hard-on when I touch him. He would turn around to touch me while complaining of how impossible it is to resist me. Whatever is wrong is serious. I feel myself getting desperate.
“Hey, you’re not yourself.”
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he gently pries my hands from his waist. “I need to get dinner started,” he says and steps away from my embrace.
Hurt, I can only stare at him. He leaves the room without glancing at me once. Tears fill my eyes. What is going on? Is he tired of us? Is that it? If so, he should just come out and say it rather than treating me so coldly.
I dress slowly, misery coating every inch of my skin. What is it with men and me? I can never get it right. I wrack my brain for what might have happened to make him this way, but I can’t think of anything. We had a glorious night and morning.
Dinner is a tension-filled affair. Brad does his best not to look at or talk to me. Frustration wells in my chest. I want to scream at him and shake him until he opens up. After dinner, Brad insists on washing up, and I’m forced to sit alone in the living room as Isaac goes to his room. I feel like a guest who has overstayed their welcome. Unwanted.
Brad comes to the living room fifteen minutes later. I look up at him, hopefully. Immediately my heart falls. He wears the same closed expression.
“I’ll put Isaac to bed,” he says and leaves without once glancing at me.
Sitting here alone, it hits me how rich my life has become compared to how it was before Isaac and Brad came into my life. I shudder at the thought of losing the family and warmth that I’ve gotten used to. I can’t bear the thought of going back to my old life.
