Page 26 of The Millionaire Mortician
“Milan,” I moaned half asleep, as he held onto me tight while moving at a slow pace.
“Mmmhmm,” he groaned in my ear.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” I whispered.
With those words, he started to speed up just a little more. Milan had one hand holding me by the throat as he hit my spot with his curve every single time. Eventually, I started to fuck back, making our skin slap loudly.
In one swift motion, Milan pulled out and turned me over on my stomach. As soon as he raised me off the bed where I was on all fours, he entered me without warning, causing me to arch my back. My body shook vigorously at the action.
“Shit,” he growled, going pound for pound.
I clenched the sheets as I looked back at him at work. He gripped me firmly by my ass cheeks while he bit down on his lips. Spreading them more, he dug deep in, making me feel him in my stomach.
For a moment, he grabbed me by the throat and brought me closer to him, where his chest was on my back and his mouth was by my ear.
“You ever give this shit away, I’ll kill you,” he stated softly but sternly.
I wasn’t sure if to be scared or to find it territorial and sexy.
Once he let me go, I dropped my face into the pillows with my chest on the bed, ass all in the air. He took advantage of the position and went in. Taking all the painful strokes, I found pleasure in them all.
After a good amount of time of him attacking my pussy as always, I finally felt his dick pulsating inside of me. I was at the peak of my third orgasm, so it was right on time.
“I’m ‘boutta cum, bae,” I cried.
“Cum with me, shorty.”
Then it happened. I creamed all over his dick, then he shot his kids all inside of me.
Milan stayed put for a moment, not yet pulling out as we caught our breath. Finally, when he did, he dropped onto the bed with his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Where were you?” I questioned now that I was satisfied.
He took a deep breath in and let it out. “Things got really hectic at work. I couldn’t get to my phone. My fault, baby, I’m really sorry,” he explained.
I slid out of bed and went to take a quick shower. Not asking any further questions felt like the right thing to do, especially since we both weren’t problematic.
Deep down inside, though, I had a feeling he was cheating on me, but I couldn’t fully assume with no real evidence. Still, I knew that in due time, everything would come to light.
The following morning,I woke up early and got myself together to leave the house before Milan even woke up. I wasn’t feeling him or his actions, so I knew avoiding him would’ve been the best thing at that point. Unfortunately, I sucked at keeping a poker face, so he would’ve been asking me all kinds of questions as if I was the one who stood him up the night before or was moving crazy.
As I arrived at the salon, I opened up and began preparing for the busy day ahead. I had a good amount of appointments with room to take a few walk-ins if time permitted. Not long after I arrived, Talina slid in with some good energy that I needed rubbed off on me.
“Good morning, babyyy,” she sang, handing me an iced coffee the way I liked it.
I smiled. “Good morning, love. Thank you,” I replied.
The salon was due to open within the next half hour. With everything in place, we sat back in the chairs, relaxed, and got mentally prepared for the day.
“Are you okay? I feel an energy coming off you. It ain’t right though,” Lina read me.
I looked at her as I took a sip, thinking whether to mention what happened or keep it between Milan and me. Against my better judgment, I felt compelled to vent.
“He stood me up at dinner, then came home later and fucked me like he was trying to make up for something wild,” I confessed.
Talina’s eyes bucked. “He didn’t make dinner?” She covered her mouth with her hand.
I shook my head no. “Calls and texts went unanswered. I couldn’t even get onto Maverick.”
