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"Posted up with a broad that's Blacker than an African, Hair down her back like she's mixxed with Italian, Mommie so thick man she looks like a Stallion". CTE
The two couples finnaly stumble into Grimmjow's and Ichigo's apartment around 3:00am loud and still nicely buzzed from their night out at the bar.
"So what y'all got ta drank in dis mutha fucka?" Mila asks as she flops down on the couch next to Nel both women kicking off their flip-flops into random directions.
"Would you both like some Hennessey and Hypnotic?" Ichigo asks as he walks away to the kitchen while Grimmjow goes to the entertainment system to sort out some music for them.
"Yass!" Nel yells as Ichigo continues his walk into the kitchen.
Ichigo's P.O.V
From my over a year break from sex and relationships to now meeting Mila I have realized something, I'm a possessive sadist! Every moment Mila has been in my presence tonight I've wanted to keep her in my lap and not share her with anyone!(possessive) She has such a very dirty mouth that I wanna shove my cock down. Then when she started talking that 'I'm not her daddy!' talk Kami-sama I wanted to fling her over my lap and spank her black ass, Just to prove to her how much of her 'daddy' I can be.(sadistic) To be honest this whole night has brought out my extremely kinky side that's been dominate off and on for years. When I tried to bring it out in my previous relationships they could never handle it. Rukia would say that I would talk and curse to much. Orihime would say that I was too rough and mean. Tatski would try to over power me which would turn me off because we would just end up fighting instead of fucking, How is that even sexy? But I think Mila is a different breed. She looks like she can take a good hard dick and a nice hard slap on the ass. And I want to be the one who gives it to her.
*********Normal POV*********
"Soooo ya gonna fuckem him or nah?" Nel whispers to Mila.
"No! I don't want him to think I'm a hoe we can leave that title for you."
"Mila, Itsygo is a grown ass man, We ain't in high school. And Nel knows one thang" Nel slurs lightly, "If ya don't fuck him tonight Nel ain't cho friend anymore!"
"What kinda shit is that Nel? Who says that type of shit to their best friend?" Mila whispers.
"A best friend who wants her girl to finnaly get dat good dick! And if Itsygo is anything like Grimmy in the fucking department you will defiantly get fucked nicely! Besides you have already been dry humping him all night sitting all up in his lap and kissing all over him."
"Shut the fuck up Nel! I haven't been fucking dry humping him!" Mila blushes and pouts, She knows that she needs to get laid and doesn't want to fuck up the good vibe that's been going between her and Ichigo, Even if it is laced with sexual tension.
"Yeah bitch whateva you thirsty as hell fo that dick! Tha Thirst is Real!" Nel laughs.
**********Mila Rose POV**********
I really do wanna fuck him, God knows I do, But to be honest I haven't been laid in a long time and it's embarrassing! I mean what if I forgot how to fuck? I'm pretty sure I remember how to suck dick, And my mouth has been watering for Ichigo's all dayum night! But would he think I'm a hoe? I've been watching Nel and Grimmjow and they seem all lovey dovey and they fucked on the first night. I mean we are both grown ass adults and I should be able to say 'Hey I wanna ride your dick but I don't want a one night stand!' Ohh god that sounded fucking stupid! Obviously Ichigo is into me look at what he said when I asked him could come over to his house. I felt him shiver when I was talking that daddy shit to him. I hope he is into dirty talking! I love a guy who is into rough fucking.
************Normal POV************
"Hey! Here you go, Is everything ok?" Ichigo asks standing in front of Mila holding a few red plastic cups and a litter of cold Hennessey with worried smile. 'God he is so fucking sexy Mila whispers to herself.'
"Ohh yeah I'm good I'm just buzzed." Mila answers as she reaches out for a cup so Ichigo could pour her out some liqour. After passing out the cups full of Hennessey and Hypnotic to Nel and Grimmjow who were sitting on the other side of the couch, Ichigo comes and settles himself next to Mila lifting Mila back onto his lap.
"So tell me some more about yourself Mila." Ichigo ask, As he makes himself more comfortable resting his arms over Mila's jean covered thighs sipping his drink.
"Well… I'm 33 years old, I'm a pharmacy technician, I live with my two asshole sisters Apache and Sun-Sun and my sister's bad ass 7 year old son Jinta."
"Ohh wow so you know about medicine and stuff? How long did you go to school for that?" Ichigo asks impressed.
"Yeah Ive been a tech for about 11 years now. I work at a speciality pharmacy with an emphasis on Hepatitis C and HIV medication therapies. But I never went to school for it, I was just on my 'Hustle Bunny' I like getting money being on mah grind. So me sitting around in college for two years for something I can learn hands on made more sense to me." Mila laughs.
"Wow I'm really impressed" Ichigo smiles, "You don't find to many girls that want to have and make their own money! Most girls want a guy who will buy them stuff or that they can live off of."
"Fuck that shit!" Mila growls and gulps down another double shot, "I'm on my own paper chase! I don't need no nigga all in my face messing up mines!"
Ichigo laughs, "Yeah I understand I wish my babies mother felt the way you did. She hasn't had a job since I met her." He sighs.
"What kinda dumb shit is that?" Mila asks, "She sounds like I wanna fight her ass already! What's your baby's name?"
"Her name is Ururu here is a picture of her!" He pulls out and unlocks his phone giving it to Mila.
"Aww she is so cute!" Mila coos at the pic of Ichigo holding Ururu on his hip in a bathroom mirror. She has big violet eyes with black hair pulled into pigtails. Her cheeks holding a pretty pink blush. She smiling wide holding up a peace sign with one and and the other arm is wrapped around his neck.
"Thank you, She is a sweet girl a little on the shy side but I hope that goes away with age." Ichigo sighs. He can't help but think Ururu's shyness stems from him and Rukia always fighting around her. And her trying to say out of they way when in all actuality she is just isolating herself away from him. Which makes him feel like a bad father.
"Don't worry she'll grow out of that. You just have to bring her around more kids her age. She will open up real quick! I use to be shy as well." Mila tries to comfort Ichigo.
"Yeah your right!" Ichigo smiles up at Mila.
"You know what I've been meaning to ask you but how old are you?" Mila asks. "I mean Nel told me how old yo boy was but she never told me your age."
"Ohh Umm?" Ichigo hesitates worried that Mila might freak out he gripped slightly onto her thighs hoping she wouldn't leave but wanting to be truthful. "I'm 47".
"Wow I wouldn't have guessed you a day over 35 you look young as fuck" Mila slurs lightly playing in fire orange hair making Ichigo relax.
"What are you mixed with?" Mila blurts out, She honestly had been wondering for a few hours now trying to guess. She knew he wasn't white but couldn't figure it out.
"I'm Japanese and Irish."
"Hmm! That's why you look so young huh?" Mila muses out loud.
"What about you?" Ichigo asks. "I mean you look black but some of the words you use sound sound like you have an accent."
"Well I'm mixed with a big butt and a smile!" Mila shakes her booty in Ichigo's lap and laughs. "But naw I'm actually mixed with Jamaican and Creole. You probably hear the Creole comming out of me since I've been drinking. When I'm mad you hear more of my Jamaican accent."
"Wow that is sexy!"
"You say that now, Just wait untill you piss me off and I cuss yo ass out! It be funny as hell when I be cussing someone out. Then they gotta yell 'English Mila' so they can understand what I was saying." Mila laughs.
Two hours later and a pleasantly drunk Ichigo is now mapping out Mila's mouth with his tougne. She is currently straddling him and moaning into his mouth trying to get the upper hand in their tougne battle for dominance.
She never had a chance.
But she liked this aggressive side to Ichigo. He seemed to be indecisive as to where he wanted to keep his hands rotating between grabbing large handfuls of her ass, rubbing up and down her back, and running his hands through her hair. Not that she was complaining but making sure to make herself a mental note to keep getting sew-in's so he could pull through her hair without pulling out her weave.
"M-Mila can we please go to my room I wanna touch you more I-I gotta touch you more please?" Ichigo asks between licks of her collarbone, her neck, and panting breath, "Kami you feel so good I'm going crazy Mila p-please?" Ichigo is on the verge of begging but he didn't really care at this point.
"Yass!" Mila moans while nipping his ear. She began to steady herself to get off his lap when he scoots up and grabs her ass lifting her up off the couch. She instantly wraps her legs around his waist locking her ankles behind the small of his back.
"Ohh shit! Ichigo don't you fucking drop me!" Mila kiss moans into Ichigo's ear extremely turned on by how he lifted her up like she weighed nothing. She wasn't fat by no stretch of the imagination, But still she was a nice size and he just picked her up like she was a toothpic!
"Don't worry sweetheart I've got you!" Ichigo crossed his arms on her lower back to smack grab another handful of her ass. He turns towards the hallway to where Mila assumed his room was. As they were leaving Mila looked up to see Nel and Grimmjow both holding a thumbs and smirking at them walking away. Mila flips them the middle finger while she mouths 'Thank You' to Nel.
BANG! Mila's solid back is slammed up against a wall in what she assumes is Ichigo's room. Ichigo once again taking full control of the situation pressing himself up against Mila to hold her up while he takes off his shirt. It's just dim enough in the room to where she was able to glance at his upper arms and see that they are roped in lean muscle and tattoos? Mila decieded that she would take a better look later, Mainly because Ichigo was currently trying to work her shirt off of her at the present monent while still trying to kiss her at the same time. She giggles noticing him struggle and backs her head away from his in favor of helping him take her shirt off.
"Kami-sama your beautiful baby" He growls while taking a moment to admire her upper body. An all white thickly laced bra was currently holding up and in a set of very big breast. His mouth watering by the minute from looking at them. Ichigo ducks his head slowly towards the tops of each one peppering them both with small kisses. He dips head again into the crook of her neck to inhale her genuine sent of lavender and a touch of Hennessey. Mila moans and runs her fingers though his hair scratching his scalp with her fingernails harshly. Ichigo moans loudly and violently bites down onto Mila neck.
"Aww FUCK YEA! SHIT AGAIN!" Mila screams. She has now resorted to grinding herself up against his stomach desperate for some type of friction between her legs.
"You like that baby?" Ichigo looks into Mila's eyes. Mila nods her head viciously yes but it's not enough for Ichigo. "Tell me what you want sweetie!"
"Fucking bite me again you asshole!" Mila snaps at him.
"Your such a fouled mouth little girl you know that? It's so sexy!" Ichigo chuckles.
"Mmphh!" Before Mila could give a retort Ichigo shoves his tounge down her throat again. The light tang of sweat and liquor filling her taste buds. Relaxing into the kiss he walks her over to the bed and drops her down purposefully. Mainly to see her breast bounce within her bra. Ichigo runs his hand through his hair looking down at Mila smiling until he noticed deep cut marks up and down her arms. Shocked he goes over towards his lamp in the room and turns it on the lowest dimmer setting and walks back over to Mila. Confused she tries to cover herself up with a pillow that is laying down next to her while he kneels down in front of her.
"Mila how did you get those cuts on your arms like that?" Ichigo blurts out surprised.
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Mila POV
Fuck! Fuck! He saw them he saw my marks! God I'm so stupid I got too buzzed and let my gaurd down. Now he is going to think I'm fucking crazy. What am I going to do? I know this has to be a turn off for him. Dammit I mean don't get me wrong I knew one day I would have to explain the marks to someone, My sister's snd Nel both know about them but we just keep them our little secret and I wear long sleeves most of the time. But I honestly thought that he wasn't going to be about shit. So I tried this new makeup I bought on my arms. I didn't think I would be laying half naked in the guys room. Oh my god this is so embarrassing. What the hell am I suppose to do now?
Normal P.O.v
Embarrassed and angry Mila jumps up to leave. She thought he had put on enough body makeup to cover up all the cuts all over her arms but she must have sweated and rubbed it off during the night. She didn't want to have to try and explain them to Ichigo not this soon in meeting him. Noticing her trying to get away he grabs her by her waist and flings her back down on the bed with a jarring thud. His arms wrapped securely around her hips and his head pressed up against her stomach holding her down in place not letting her move an inch.
"Let me the fuck go before I fuck you up Ichigo!" Mila growls. "I will fight yo ass!"
Ichigo shakes his head no against her stomach not saying anything just squeezing her tighter to hold her still. She continues to struggle for another few moments before he felt herself go lax in his arms. After Ichigo feels Mila relax he looks up over her bra covered breast to her to see nervous sea green eyes. Those same eyes that now look like they held the whole world in them.
"I won't ask you what happened, But just know this Mila, It's not a deal breaker! If anything It makes me want you more, Now that I know your not perfect and you have flaws." Ichigo gently grabs her arm and begins to kiss each cut mark.
Ichigo's POV
32 cut marks! 32 times no one was there for her. They are all over her forearms, shoulders, and wrists there are just so many! I want to feel sorry for her but that would just piss her off I bet and I would be pissed off if someone tried felt sorry for me if I was in her postion.
Speaking of in her position Kami-sama even with all the cuts all over her she is still sexy ass hell, And her laying on her back dim lights caressing her beautiful dark skintone and luscious curvy body. Thick in all the right places and even in places where he wouldn't think girl's would or could be thick at.