Page 17 of The Millionaire Mortician
He groaned in response. The sound was deep and vibrated through me until I thought I’d lose my damn mind. When I couldn’t take any more, he dragged himself up my body with his mouth wet, lips swollen, and his eyes blazing like fire. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on him.
“I want you,” he whispered, looking at me hungrily.
I was trembling, torn between still trying to hold back and just giving in completely. “Milan, I swear... I can’t...”
“Yes, you can,” he stated, voice low but commanding. “You gon’ take this dick. Stop playin’.”
In one swift moment, Milan reached between my legs, pulled out the tampon, and tossed it. He then slid inside me nice and slow, stretching me out until my whole body bowed up to meet him. My breath caught in my throat as my toes curled. The feeling was so blissful that my nails started scratching at his back.
“Shit,” I moaned, the word spilling out like a prayer.
“Yeah... that’s it,” he groaned, forehead pressed against mine. He thrust deeply, pushing every inch of him into me. “Give it to me, Dai.”
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. Each thrust stole my breath. Each kiss made me forget that I was even on my menstrual. All I could feel was him — owning me, claiming me, and making me his over and over again.
“Don’t ever tell me I can’t get my pussy again,” Milan growled in my ear, slamming into me harder. “You’re mine, so this shit is mine.”
“Yes! I’m yours!” I cried, my body convulsing. My eyes rolled back as wave after wave took me over.
We were going at it for a while, and it looked like Milan didn’t want to stop.
Holding me close, he pushed me higher with every stroke. He took everything I had until I was shaking under him, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding me together.
When he finally let go, spilling his children with a raw groan of my name, he collapsed on top of me with his chest heaving and sweat dripping. I had already cum about five times, so I was tapped out.
I held onto him tightly, still trembling, with my heart racing outta control. He kissed my neck, soft and gentle. “Don’t ever tell me what I can’t have,” he stated sternly.
“Yes, baby.”
The engine purred low while I sat outside the spot in Tribeca, eyeing the storefront like I could already see it filled. It had enormous windows, clean lines, and it was a corner property with heavy traffic. That meant eyes, footwork, and a lot of money. Daija sat in the passenger seat with her phone in her hand, but she wasn’t really doing anything on it. She’d hopped in my whip while we waited for the realtor to arrive.
Randomly, she smirked. “You know Nadia’s gon’ ask why that blanket is in the trash bag, right?”
I couldn’t help the half-smile that crept out. “Tell her to throw it away and don’t ask questions.”
Daija laughed, covering her mouth and shaking her head like a schoolgirl. Her cheeks flushed, and I knew exactly where hermind went. She ain’t even want to give me the pussy the day before, said she felt uncomfortable, but I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I needed her at that moment. Period or not, that shit was mine to take.
I leaned back in the seat as everything replayed in my head. The taste, the fight she put up before giving in, and the way I pulled her closer like I was daring her to deny me. She finally gave in, though. She knew better.
Before either of us could sink deeper into our thoughts, the realtor pulled up in a black Benz and hopped out, heels clicking fast on the pavement.
“Ready?” Daija asked, all smiles.
I nodded. Killing the engine, I stepped out of the car and adjusted my suit. Quickly heading to Dai’s side, I opened the door for her. She double checked her car was locked, as I did mine, then we made our way inside the place.
Inside, the space stretched wide. It was high ceilings, exposed brick, and hardwood floors. I walked slowly, checking the corners and peeking at the back where the plumbing was located. My mind worked the same way it did when I walked a new trap or checked a body before it was buried — looking for weaknesses and hidden details.
“This is it,” I finally spoke with certainty.
Daija’s face lit up like the Fourth of July, damn near bouncing on her toes. That energy from her always hit differently. I gave her the green light, a head nod of approval.
The realtor jumped right into it. “So we can move forward with paperwork today?” she eagerly inquired.
Daija straightened, shifting from excited to serious within seconds. “Yeah, we can.” She looked at me. “While I plan to have Talina working side by side with me, when it comes to the official paperwork and bank accounts, Milan will be on it with me.”
I glanced at her, silent for a moment. Most men don’t get that honor. I wasn’t most men, though. She trusted me with everything, and I didn’t take that lightly.
“Say less,” I told the realtor. “We can handle that today. Now would be best, actually.”
