“I thought I was meant to be making you feel better?” she gasps when I pull up her dress and tilt her hipstowards me so she has to rest back on her elbows to keep her balance.
“Don’t ever think that tasting you, teasing you, giving you pleasure doesn’t make me feel good. It’s fucking incredible.” I drop my mouth to her sweet, eager pussy, and she mews out her approval. “Now keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I finger fuck you. Wouldn’t want to wake Sasha now, would we?” She shakes her head in agreement, biting down on the corner of her lip to keep herself from moaning out. “Good girl, because I’ve every intention of having you on your knees and sucking me dry before we get any interruptions.”
When I slide my tongue deep inside her pussy while flicking her clit with my thumb, she claps her thighs around my head. I stop what I’m doing, grab her ankles and push them up, bringing her legs wide open. “Lay back and give me your hands.” I growl at her. When she does as I ask, holding her hands out to me, I take them and place them on the inner side of her knees and push her legs out even further. “If you want to come, you keep those legs of yours wide, and your hands right there until I say you can let go.”
I tease her with my tongue and mouth until her legs are quivering and her breathing is erratic. With a hard pinch of her clit between my finger and thumb, she comes so hard. She releases her hold on her legs so she can clamp both of her hands firmly over her mouth to contain the noisy moans of her orgasm without my permission. On this occasion, I let it pass. I don’t, however, give her much time to catch her breath as I pullher to her feet, only to guide her down onto her knees in front of me.
I’m so fucking hard and eager to have her mouth around my cock that when her fingers fumble with the zip of my jeans, her mind still hazy, her eyes unfocused from her sexual high, I take over. My thick, engorged cock stands proud, and as she takes me into her mouth greedily, I tug at the band in her hair until the damp mane falls loose around her shoulders.
“Fuck,” I groan as quietly as I can. The silkiness of her wet, warm mouth sheathing me is pleasure and torture in equal measure. Along with the sensation of her mouth against my heated skin that is blowing my mind. The need to keep control when all I want to do is vocalize as loud as fuck what she’s doing to me is agonizing.
“Babe,” is all I dare mumble, despite wanting to say a lot more. A million sensations scatter across my skin when she orbits the crown with her tongue, then flicks the frenulum with the tip. “You’re killing me, woman,” I hiss between gritted teeth when she slackens her jaw and opens up her throat, taking me deeper.
With my hands threaded into her hair, unable to hold back, I pump my cock deep into her mouth unrestrained. Her eyes stream as she struggles to control her gag reflex, but in her eyes, I see the love and passion that she holds for me. That look is the final trigger that has me pulling back. Before I pull my cock from her mouth, she digs her nails into my ass cheeks, holding me in place, giving me no alternative than to spill my seed between her pretty, swollen lips. She takes it all, and swallows down every drop. Isweep away the dampness on her face with my thumbs, enraptured by those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
I help Oriana to her feet and bring her into my arms. We stand clinging to one another, our breathing slowly coming back to a less erratic rhythm.
A subtle sound of movement from the couch tells us that our impromptu tryst is coming to an end soon, I put my junk away and secure my pants, Oriana pulls up the top of her dress to cover her tits and smooths out the fabric of the skirt. I grab some paper towel in my hand and sweep it between her legs. Her discarded panties are on the floor, so I scoop them up.
“I so want to fuck you right now,” I hum into her ear. “But I’ll wait until later. But be warned, it’s going to be hard, it’s going to be rough and you’ll still be feeling the after effects into next week.” I slam my lips onto hers, taking her mouth, affirming my promise before I step away from her, leaving her breathless.
I dump the damp tissue into the trash can, while her panties that carry her scent go safely into my jeans pocket.
“Daddy Gabe,” Sasha calls from where she’s stood on the couch looking over the back. She disappears for a moment while she gets down on the floor and comes to stand in front of me, hands on hips, looking every bit the diva. “Where have you been? You missed me singing Beauty and the Beast.”
“Sorry baby girl, I had to go help Uncle Smoke.”
“Mmm. You’re always helping Uncle Smoke with things,” she softens, her arms hanging loosely at theside. “Maybe he needs to go to kindergarten with me when I’m five so he can learn, too.”
“Yeah, good idea.” I bend down and scoop her up into my arms. Damn, she’s growing fast. Holding her in my arms like this makes it blatantly clear that it won’t be long before I’ll have to switch to hugs and piggybacks instead of carrying her in my arms. “Why don’t you ask him when he comes up to join us for dinner later?”
“Smoke is coming for dinner?” Oriana asks. I turn with Sasha to respond, only to find that her face is still flushed from her orgasm. The tinge of pink suits her, and I’m more than happy to work at keeping it there.
“He is now,” I snicker, already retrieving my phone from my jeans pocket and shooting a one-handed text off to him. “Can’t wait to hear his thoughts on Sasha’s schooling idea.”
“He might say no,” she suggests. “He’s had quite the day.”
“Have you ever known Smoke to say no when it comes to your cooking?” I wink at Oriana. “I might have also mentioned that Sasha wants him here, and you know how much of a sucker he is for her.”
Oriana rolls her eyes at me, still the curl of her mouth tells me she’s looking forward to it, too.
“Sssssucker,” Sasha giggles, dragging out the ‘S’, and we can’t help but laugh along with her, too.
Chapter
Twelve
Smoke
After being blackmailed into reading Sasha’s bedtime story, seeing as joining Kindergarten with her was a no-go, I wait until I’m sure she’s asleep before I tiptoe out of her room, switching off the light on my way.
When I get downstairs, I find Stone and Oriana cozying up on the couch, a clear signal that it’s time for me to leave.
“Thanks for dinner, Oriana. It was delicious, as always.” I turn to Stone, “And you, asshole, quit using Sasha as a conduit to take the fucking mick,” I growl, although, in truth it was pretty fucking funny, yet he’s still a dick. “I’m on my way, but we need to go over a few things in the morning, so I’ll see you bright and early, Stone.”
“No problem, Prez.” He moves to get up. I wave for him to stay where heis.
“I can see myself out. Thanks again for dinner.” I turn toward the door and holler back at them over my shoulder. “Goodnight.”
