Page 13 of Mia

“Fuck, Mia…” I groaned as she rode my shit.

Gripping her hips, I met her stroke for stroke.

“Fuck, I missed this shit,” I declared.

I put my foot up on the bed and spread her cheeks, hitting her with long, deep strokes.

“Titan… baby… oh my God…”

“Tell me what I wanna hear.”

She ignored me, but threw her ass back on my dick. I gave it a slap.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Mia.”

She ignored me still. Still connected, I climbed on the bed and pushed her down. With one hand cradling her stomach and the other gripping her hair. I pounded into her with no mercy.

“You want me to punish this pussy, mama?

“Fuuuuck meeee….” she whined.

“I’m waiting on those words, Mia. Give them the fuck here.”

“I—I—-fuck!”

Her cries of pleasure echoed off the walls. I bit down on her collarbone, causing her walls to clamp around me. That shit almost made me nut. I leaned into her, careful not to put too much weight on my baby. I placed soft kisses to her back as I slow stroked her pussy for all it was worth.

“Say it,” I growled in her ear. “I need to hear it.”

A nigga was begging at this point but fuck it. I needed to hear this shit. Needed it like I needed air to breathe, and I could only get it from her.

“I love you…” she muttered. “Oh fuck! I—I love you, Titan!”

I started stroking her harder.

“What’s your name?”

“M-Mia…”

“Mia, what?”

“M-Mia fucking DeLuca.”

“Who are you?”

“Your wife… I’m your wife.”

“Forever. I ain’t going no fucking where. You hear me?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Now bust that shit open the way daddy likes it. Fuck me up.”

Like always, all her pussy needed was my permission to make a mess. She came all over my dick and I painted her walls immediately after. She buried her face in the duvet, panting heavily. I placed another set of kisses to her back as I slowly slid out of her and stood to my feet. I went into the bathroom to grab a warm rag to clean her up.

When I returned, she was in the middle of the bed, snoring softly. I gently wiped the combination of us from her thighs, careful not to wake her. When I was done, I tossed the rag aside and climbed on the bed, pulling her back to my front. My hand instantly went to her stomach, giving it gentle rubs.

I closed my eyes, and before long, I drifted off into the kind of sleep I hadn’t had in months. The type of sleep I only got when she was next to me.