Page 46 of The Millionaire Mortician
Her eyes softened, but she stayed quiet.
I took a slow breath. “I love you, Dai, more than you know. You’re the one steady thing I’ve got when everything else is constantly moving around me, and I know I ain’t showing you that appreciation enough.”
She dropped her gaze and blinked fast. “Milan...” she whispered.
I reached across the table and covered her hand with mine. “Shit’s gonna change. I just need you to bear with me. I can’t flip my world upside down overnight, but I can do better. I will do better. You’ve got my word.”
For a moment, silence sat between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. She squeezed my hand, finally meeting my eyes again.
“You don’t know how much I needed to hear that,” she started. “I’ve been feeling like... like I was losing you to everything else.”
I shook my head, slow and firm. “You ain’t losing me. You never will,” I assured her. “Just stay loyal, stay down, and I’ll have you forever.”
Dai’s smile this time wasn’t forced. The wall she’d been holding up cracked just enough for me to see through. She missed me, and that was understandable.
Dinner went on smoothly after that. Laughter slipped back in, and easy conversations flowed. For the first time in a longtime, it felt like she and I were on the same page again. It was a good ass feeling.
As the night came to an end, we headed home hand in hand, with a better understanding and a deeper bond.
The momentwe passed the threshold of our home, I grabbed Daija aggressively and pinned her up against the wall. As I hovered over her, I looked deep into her eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol getting to me or if I was just horny as fuck.
Our lips met as we passionately kissed. I felt her melting in my arms as our tongues got tangled.
“Let me taste you,” I whispered in her ear.
Her eyes had a sparkle in them as she nodded and smirked.
Picking Dai up off the ground, I took her into the dining room, where I pushed the plates out of the way with some crashing and breaking onto the floor, and laid her down. Sitting on a chair, I pulled it up so my face was positioned between her legs. In one swift motion, I pushed her dress up, slid her thong down, and tossed them across the room.
“Open for daddy,” I ordered.
Her legs opened wide as I saw her pink peek at me. Starting from the thighs, I kissed all over, teasing her before eventually licking her whole center in one motion. I then stuck my tongue in her hole and brought it back up to her clit.
“Milan,” she cried out.
“Mmmm.”
I continued to eat baby girl up the way she loved it. Right before she was about to cum, I stopped abruptly. Standing tomy feet, I undid my slacks, dropping them and my draws at the same time. My dick was rock hard and didn’t need any foreplay. I was ready to feel her insides.
Without warning, I penetrated Daija deep, staying inside with no movement for a few seconds. Grabbing her neck with one hand and her waist with the other, I started to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace.
Not even a few strokes in, she came all over my dick, prompting me to pick up my pace. Slamming my way in and out repeatedly, Dai’s eyes rolled in the back of her head while her lips made an O shape.
Just when she was getting comfortable with the position, I pulled out and grabbed her ass off the table, turning her around. I pushed her chest against the table and rammed my way back inside her.
The sex was deep, rough, and passionate all at once. It was one of those make-up sex moments, although we weren’t really fighting. It was a message to let her know whose woman she was and who that pussy belonged to.
Fucking her like I never wanted to stop, I eventually was nearing my peak. While I envisioned her on her knees and me cumming all over her face to watch her lick it up, I couldn’t control myself to do so. I ended up spilling all my kids deep inside of her while we both moaned out in complete satisfaction.
“Fuck. That shit was good,” I spoke out of breath.
“It definitely was.”
Amonth had passed since Milan had returned from his trip to Trinidad. It’s been a month since a new beginning as well. After that talk, things had changed significantly. We spoke more often during the day, even if it was a quick one-minute FaceTime call to check in. We went out more and even just kicked it in the crib. Milan even ghosted Maverick a few times, when he usually would hop up and choose him before me.
I wasn’t sure what had happened on his trip, but whatever it was, it greatly benefited our relationship. There were no more feelings of neglect. It was all love and attention.
While things were great between Milan and me, Fabian kept trying to see me. As soon as Milan came back, I told Fabian it was best if we stopped seeing each other. I explained I was wrong for stepping out on my relationship and took all the fault.He wasn’t trying to hear any of that. The man just kept pursuing me. It came to a point where I even had to block him from being able to book any appointments. We just needed to forget anything had happened between us and go our separate ways.
