Her pussy felt like everything that I’d been missing and the shit that I didn’t even know my life needed. It was like the warmest of hugs on a chilly day. It was like the love you knew you needed after a long day of running the streets. It was as cozy as your favorite tee and as intoxicating as your favorite liquor.
“Fuck,” I grunted, knowing that seeing her pretty face as I made love to her body was a deadly combination. So, I did something that every bone in my body advised me against. I slid out of her and forced her to turn around before sliding back into her from behind.
“Ummmmmmmmmmm.” She gushed for me.
Bad. Fucking. Idea. Now, it was her ass that was swallowing her thong and bodysuit that I was forced to watch bounce as I hit her shit over and over.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
Our bodies collided, thighs sounding off with each thrust. I felt Ever’s hand on my stomach as she attempted to put a halt to my stride, but I smacked it away. This was the punishment she deserved for barking up my fucking tree.
“Un. Don’t run from this shit,” I encouraged her. “Take this dick. You got it. You got this. Aight?”
“Umm hmmm.” She moaned, nodding her head rapidly as she looked back, seemingly trying to find our point of connection or see what the hell I was doing to her.
“Shit.” She felt too fucking good to be true, and I knew it wasn’t only because I hadn’t had pussy in a while. I knew good pussy when I slid into good pussy and her shit was spectacular. It was top fucking tier. I didn’t know if it was from its snugnessor the fact that I was feeling her like a motherfucker. Whatever the case, her shit was straight heat.
I reached around, pushing her clothes to the side to find the nub that would drive her to her peak. It wouldn’t be much longer before I was emptying my seeds into her, but I wanted to make sure she got off first. The white thickness on my dick didn’t mean shit to me. She was enjoying our time together. It was evident but I needed more from her.
I wanted her knees to buckle and her eyes to bulge. I wanted her soul to escape her body and come to Daddy, right where it belonged. I wanted her so sensitive by the time I finished with her she couldn’t even stand to be touched. I wanted her to feel like a noodle that I had every intention of eating after I fed her dinner and more dick. I wanted her to say my fucking name.
Even when I slowed my strokes, I could still hear the stickiness that we created between us. I found the little switch that could take a woman from ten to one hundred in under a second. The tiny nub with over eight thousand nerves. I planned to hit every one of them before the night was out.
“LUCA!”
Her time was here and mine was to follow. I rubbed her pearl with my thumb, back and forth and I stroked her slowly, helping her reach her pinnacle. That was the goal for me.Ever. From the moment I’d laid eyes on her until the rest of forever, she’d always be.
“Say my shit again,” I instructed, applying more pressure as she began to convulse underneath me.
“LUUUUUUUUUCA.” Her body jerked forward, then backward, then forward again.
I could feel the weight of her body increase as she lost control of her movements and could no longer sustain the weight of her body.
“Ummmmmmm.”
I came for what felt like an eternity, my dick constantly spitting rapid fire as Ever collapsed into my arms. My territory had been marked, and I didn’t play about shit that belonged to me.
The steaks wereon the section of my stove that was created for grilling. The lobster sat beside it getting a bit pinker by the minute. The broccoli was finished and cooling. My potatoes were nearly done boiling, only needing some good seasoning, milk, butter, and mashing.
Ever sat on top of the island with a glass of Château Lafite Rothchild to her lips after taking a quick wash up in one of the guest washrooms on the first level. The heels she’d worn were off, and she’d traded flowing curls for a ponytail that showed off her beautiful features. She looked good sipping a glass from the thousand dollar bottle of wine with the bracelets I’d given her back in their rightful place. She looked expensive and that’s how I liked her.
“Open the top drawer,” I told her.
“What do you need?” she asked as she scooted over and opened it.
“Nothing. There’s a gift in it for you,” I revealed.
Her mouth slacked and eyes found mine after noticing the dark green box with Audemars Piguet written across the top. I shrugged and then nodded, encouraging her to continue. She grabbed the box from the drawer and began to open it. Once she was finally through the unnecessary obstacle course, she was face to face with the piece that would replace the watch of hers that I’d tossed.
“Please don’t wear costume jewelry around me.Never. If there are pieces you prefer, please let me know and I’ll see that you get them.”
“What is your beef with costume jewelry?” She set her glass down again after sipping from it and then removed the watch from its casing.
