Page 7 of The Millionaire Mortician

About ten minutes later, I was out of the bathroom and in one of my muumuus. Without a second thought, I climbed right into bed and snuggled up under him. His hands automatically gripped my thighs, sending an electric wave throughout my body.

I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Milan.”

He looked at me closely. “I know, but what do you want?” He raised his brow.

“Oh my god, nothing.” I laughed. “I just love you, for real.”

“Love you, too.”

I nuzzled against his neck, letting my body relax against his. “I went to see a spot today,” I started. “It’s in Tribeca, and it’s perfect, Milan. As soon as I walked in, I felt it in my spirit. The light, the layout, the location — everything.”

His thumb brushed circles on my thigh as his eyes never left the TV. “So what’s stopping you?”

I bit my lip, suddenly nervous. “I mean... this is a big choice. I have to be sure it’s right. I want you to see it first and make sure I ain’t just lettin’ my excitement blind me.”

Milan finally peeled his eyes off the TV and looked at me. “If you feel it, it’s probably the right one. I’ll come check it out, though. You already know that.”

I smiled. “You will?”

He gave me one of those short nods. “Yeah. Set it up.”

I lifted my head and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?” he questioned, with a confused face.

“For believing in me, for loving me the way you do, and for giving me a chance to really build something.”

His hand slid up my back, resting on the nape of my neck. “Ain’t no chance,” he stated low. “You’re already built for it. All I did was put the tools in your hand.”

I swallowed hard, emotions flooding me. That was Milan — a man of few words, but they hit like a gospel.

Reaching up, I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine.

We kissed passionately for a few moments until I broke away.

I straddled him, then started kissing all over his body until I reached my favorite thing on him besides his lips.

Pulling down his shorts and briefs, his curved dick was already hard, making it look even more mouth-watering.

Not waiting another second, I licked the head, then took the entire thing in my mouth, making it touch the back of my throat. Milan was long and had girth. Plus, he had this wicked curve to the left that sent me crazy every time he hit my spot.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

He placed his hand on my head, guiding me up and down. We did this thing where anytime either of us gave each other head, we’d look into one another’s eyes. It made it more meaningful and spicier.

I didn’t even plan on going all the way that night. My plan was just to give my man some sloppy toppy to make him feel good. However, the second I looked up and caught that expression on his face, I already knew I’d started something I couldn’t finish.

“Mmm, damn baby,” Milan groaned. He held my hair out of my face and looked down at me like I was the best high he ever had.

I pulled back, lips glistening as I tried to catch my breath. “Boy, don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t?—”

Sitting up, he pulled me close to him and kissed me so hard my words got swallowed. “I don’t give a fuck,” he murmured against my mouth. “Period or no period... you’re mine.”

My whole body lit up at his words. I tried to keep that little wall up, but the way he said it, like it wasn’t even up for debate, had me melting in his hands.

“Milan...” I breathed, but it came out more like a whimper than a protest.

He pushed me back on the bed, then slid down slowly between my legs with his eyes locked on mine. His lips kissed down my stomach as his hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide like he had every right to.

“You think I care ‘bout that shit?” he muttered, kissing lower and lower, right where my body was already aching for him. “You think that’s gon’ stop me from tasting you?”

I shivered as I gripped the sheets, bracing for what was next.

“Baby, it’s messy, it’s?—”

“Shut up,” he growled against my skin, and the vibration made me moan out loud.

Before I knew it, his mouth was on me, latching onto my clit.

Milan sucked on my button like he’d been starving for days.

My back arched instantly, while a sharp gasp escaped my lips.

I couldn’t even fight it. My body betrayed me as I swayed against his tongue, chasing every flick and every suck like I needed it to breathe.

“Milan! Oh my god...” I cried out as my hand clutched the back of his head.

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.”