“I am,” I stated, causing her to squeal with delight.
“I miss you,” she crooned against my lips. “I made something special for dinner.”
“Yeah?” I walked us into the house and immediately smelled one of my favorite dishes. “Oh, you tryna get that ass tore up.”
She giggled, turned red in the face, and batted her long lashes at me. That was invitation enough for me to stealthily make it to our bedroom without the boys seeing me carrying her freaky ass through the house.
Inside our bedroom, I walked up the stairs to the bathroom. Thinking ahead, I knew that by the time I was done with her, she wouldn’t be able to make it up the stairs for a shower. I placed her on the counter and ripped my shirt over my head. She attacked my chest, placing open-mouthed kissed over my skin as she reached into my joggers and fisted my stiff dick. It lit me on fire.
Dropping to my knees, our faces mirrored each other’s as I removed her shorts. Her dazed eyes stared down at me as I did the same with her panties. I kissed both her knees, then parted her thighs, reminding her of the promise I made to her on our honeymoon. As my lips dipped to kiss the inside of her thighs, her fingernails grazed through the thickness of my taper fade.
“Mmm…”
The smell of her pussy had my dick so fucking hard. Picking up her ankles, I placed both her feet atop the counter and pulled her all the way to the edge until her ass rested in my hands. Shewas wide open for me, with her clit poking out with eagerness. My first kiss to her lips caused her to shudder and lean back to support herself on top of the counter. Giving my baby head was a brand new every time. She could never last, and I could never stop eating.
I tore into her, eating like I hadn’t in a few days. While she ran like a faucet, wailed, and cried out in pleasure, I honed in on her tight nub, stiffened my tongue, and drew a picture on it for my baby. Her hips bucked against my face, and she tugged at the tight coils on top of my head.
“Daddy’s sorry, baby,” I mumbled before sucking her clit between my teeth.
“Adir!” She came undone, squirting and carrying on so sexily that I couldn’t take it anymore.
Standing to my feet, I propped her ankles on my shoulders and entered her on one long, rough, deep stroke. My toes curled, and my eyes flew open like I’d been struck by lightning.
“Yeesss!” she moaned loudly.
Staring into her eyes, I repeated the act. Although this counter was unmovable, I swear it shifted beneath us.
None too gently, I drove into her. “You love when I’m rough wit’ this pussy?”
“Yes, Daddy!” Her mouth sagged open when I slowed my retreat a little just to torture her ass.
“A nigga wanna be gentle wit’ you, baby. I do.” I couldn’t, though, and groaned when her pussy agreed and sucked me deeper. “Shit! I wanna be gentle wit’ this good muhfucka. Look at how she cries for me.” Looking down at my dick driving inside of her and the way her cum coated me produced some shit inside of me that was otherworldly. I delivered deep, long strokes, that had us both in here chanting each other’s names.
Snatching Pretty up by her neck, I tightened my grip and slammed our lips together the same way I slammed my dick into her.
“You accept my apology?” I grunted with a death stroke. Breathless, a scream was lost in her throat as she broke apart on my dick again, causing me to feverishly pump into her gripping, dripping wet shit. Unable to withstand the ecstasy of being inside her, I let go too.
COCO
Afewweekslater…
The smell of concession stand food had my nose wide open as Russ and I approached the bleachers. Tonight was Quilo’s first game, and I was excited to see my brother on the field. Thankfully, we got here a bit early. The stands were already filling on both sides of the field, and the walkway was practically shoulder to shoulder as we made our way to the area where we wanted to sit. Russ’s hand was like a vice grip around mine as he led the way.
Right at the fifty-yard line, he ascended the stairs toward a section where the boys and Stacy were already waiting for us. As we passed a group of women, a familiar face mugged me. Instantly, my good mood shifted.
“How is she related to Genika?” I asked Russ once we sat down.
Without even looking at the woman, he replied, “That’s her sister, Gensen.”
Gensen moved from her seat and started up the stairs. Russ stood to cut her off from approaching me. She hadn’t been this bold at church the other day.
“Move!” she told Russ.
He crossed his hands at his crouch and shook his head. It was comical how much larger than her he was. “You know I’ain doin’ that. Go back to ya seat,” he said. Gensen’s behavior had people looking our way. I shook my head because she looked stupid.
“They can’t protect you all the time, pussy hoe!” she directed at me.
“Watch ya mouth.”
