Page 87 of Beautiful Trauma

“Not until I’m inside you.”

Mila’s hands came to grip my shoulders. “Now, Kellan! Please.”

Slowly, I eased inside her tight, slick walls. When I was halfway in, I glanced down to gauge her reaction. Mila slid one of her hands down my back to cup my ass cheek while the other came up to touch my face. “More,” she commanded.

When I was buried fully inside her, we both moaned. Damn, it felt so fucking good being inside her again. Her pussy was meant for me. I was the only man who should ever fuck it. And if I had anything to do it with it, I’d be the last man who ever did.

I eased slowly out of Mila before plunging in and bottoming out. Thankfully, she moaned with pleasure, not pain. “You’re taking me so good.”

“Harder,” she panted.

I then took up a punishing rhythm. God, it felt good, maybe better than it ever had before.

Wrapping Mila in my arms, I flipped us over so that she was riding me. My hands came to grip her buttocks to rock her harder on and off of me, and the friction felt out of this fucking world. One hand snaked up her abdomen to pinch and tease one of her hardened nipples while the other went between her legs to massage her clit.

"Holy shit!" she cried out, which had me increasing my pace.

"That's it, babe. Take my cock," I growled.

Digging my heels into the leather couch, I began raising my hips to meet hers, pounding in and out of her.

As she swiveled her hips on my cock, Mila’s luscious ass smacked against my thighs. Our breaths came in ragged pants and guttural groans while the slapping of our skin echoed through the room.

Rising up to a sitting position, I sucked her pebbled nipples into my mouth. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Mila cried, as her body convulsed in my arms while her walls contracted around my cock.

I pumped my hips furiously into her. Between my exertions and her orgasm, I began to come as well. As ropes of warm cum shot into Mila’s tight walls, I cried out her name.

When I finished, I collapsed back onto the couch, bringing Mila down with me. After a few moments passed, she propped her head on her hand. Gazing down at me with a satisfied smirk, she asked, “Are we ever going to fuck in a bed?”

With a laugh, I replied, “If I have anything to do with it, we will.”

“Do you want to come back to my place and christen my bed?”

“While that is very inviting, I have other plans for this evening.”

At Mila’s sudden vulnerable look, my heart twisted in my chest. “I don’t want to be alone tonight, Kellan. Not after the day I had…not with what Dima is going through.”

She pinched her eyes shut in pain. “I need to forget. I need one night where I can forget about being assaulted and about Dima’s injury.”

I leaned up to brush her lips with mine. “My night belongs to you.”

“It does?”

I nodded. “I think the universe owes us an actual date, don’t you?”

“God, yes.”

“Then good thing I came armed with a surprise.”

Mila slapped a hand over her eyes. “I hate surprises.”

“Too bad.”

She peeked at me through her hands. “You’re seriously not going to tell me what we’re doing?”

I shook my head. “All I’ll tell you is to wear something formal, yet sexy.”

“That’s all the information I get?”