I palm her nipples and then grip her hips and pull her down on my cock harder. I drive my cock deep inside her pussy and watch her as she moans and calls my name.
“You’re so beautiful up there,” I tell her. Her hair falls to her shoulders, and her mouth is half-open as she moans.
“Fuck me, Brad,” she cries.
I place my hands on her hands and drive my cock into her pussy hard. She screams again and again as I ram into her.
“Like that, sweetheart?” I ask her.
“Fuck yeah.”
I feel Mila’s body start to tremble, and I know she’s about to come. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Without my strokes faltering, I reach for her hard nipples and tug at them That’s the final push Mila needs, and she comes noisily, her pussy gushing liquid over my cock.
“I want to feel you coming inside me,” she says and leans over me so that her tits sway just above my face. I flick my tongue over each nipple that comes within reach of my mouth.
Her pussy continues shuddering, and suddenly, I lose all my self-control and roar as my orgasm rips through me, sending hot cum into her pussy. She collapses on top of me, and I cradle her and softly massage her back and ass.
“I can never get enough of you,” I tell her.
She raises her head to look at me. “I hope you never do.”
I smooth back her hair, away from her face. She lies back down and rests her head on my chest. I feel content. At peace with the world and my life. I don’t know what the future holds, but the one thing I know is that I’ve never been as happy as I’ve been since Mila came into my life.
We fall asleep in each other arms, and sometime in the night, I wake up to something hot on my cock. I open my eyes to find my woman with her mouth on my cock. Every man’s dream. To be woken up with a blow job.
Her tongue works over every inch of my cock, and I let out a moan. Her hand plays with my balls while the other works with her tongue to caress my cock. I’m hit by sensations from every angle.
I let out a slow breath of air as I fight to keep control. Keeping her hand on my cock, Mila takes each of my balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, and I let out a guttural growl. I feel like I’m losing my mind with pleasure.
My hips rock back and forth of their own violation. Mila takes me back into her mouth, sucking, licking, and teasing my cock. I hold her head as it bobs up and down. “That’s right, Mila, suck my cock.”
It doesn’t take long before I’m shooting cum into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I say afterward. “What a way to start the day. How did I get so lucky?”
Chapter 34
Mila
The last couple of days have been the best in my life. Even a visit from the court evaluator doesn’t mar our happiness. I’ve been painting for the last two hours, and my back feels sore. I get up to stretch just as my cell phone vibrates. My stomach in knots, I reach for it, and immediately relax when I see Brad’s name on the screen.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says.
“Hi.” Pleasure swirls through me. That’s the thing with Brad. Just hearing his voice is enough to make me happy. Deliriously happy.
“I’m leaving work early today. Wear a dress. A short dress. I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?” I can barely contain my excitement.
“Now, that is a surprise. Casual wear,” he says. “I’ll be there in twenty.” Brad disconnects the call before I can ask any more questions.
I feel like a teenager as I hurry out of the studio and back to the house. In the bedroom, I look through my clothes and settle on a black and white short dress. I run a comb through my hair and wear a sexy red thong. Maybe I’ll show it to Brad in the car, I think with a giggle.
He makes me feel years younger, and he’s brought out a naughty side of me that I never knew I had. A honk goes off just as I leave the bedroom. Brad gets out of the car as I shut the front door. He looks sexy in sunglasses, a white shirt, and chinos.
“You look gorgeous,” he says.
“You look hot,” I tell him. He holds the passenger door open, and I slide in.
“So where are we going?” I ask as Brad eases the car out of the street parking.
“To the movies,” he says and flashes me a small boy naughty grin.
I laugh. “Really, at twelve?”
“It’s the best time. No crowds and you get to eat anything you want without standing in line for it.”