“I feel you, baby.” I stared directly into his eyes. “You can cum right here.” I nudged him on to let his orgasm out.
“Ahhh, shit. I’m cumming right where you want me to!” He moaned, his body erupting as I watched in enjoyment. I was addicted. I couldn’t resist. I sucked the tip of it just a little to make him squirm.
“Uhhh, Lyra!” He put his hands on my shoulder. He was done, and it only fed my hunger for him even more.
I rubbed his cum all over my tits, then licked the rest from my fingertips. His dick was on the rise again. I stroked it slowly to get him ready again because I needed his dick to penetrate my walls.
His doorbell rang, and we both froze. He pulled his shorts up quickly, and I pulled my dress up. I grabbed a paper towel to wipe my breasts, then I washed my hands.
“Do you normally have pop-up situations?” I asked.
“Not at all. No one even knows the code to the subdivision entrance. Whoever it is has to use the call box. Only one person outside of me has the code to enter. I’ll be right back.”
I nodded and smoothed my dress out to make sure I still looked polished.
“Junior? Boy, what are you doing here?” I heard Dre ask in the distance because he was at the door.
I froze yet again.I’m about to meet his son?
This would’ve been okay. I would’ve been okay, and meeting Dre’s son would’ve been fine. I took a deep breath. I heard their footsteps as they got closer.
“Lyra?” he asked softly. “We have a very special guest for dinner. Meet Junior.”
I turned around and beamed at the two before my eyes.
“Hey, Junior. I’m Lyra, and I’ve heard some great things about you.”
He was the spitting image of Dre, just slimmer. Junior had his whole face.
“Hey, Ms. Lyra. It’s nice to meet you, too.” His voice was almost as deep as Dre’s
“Come here, and give me a hug.” I motioned for him to come on as I stepped toward him as well. I squeezed him tightly.
“Can I get in on some of that action?” Dre chuckled. “Son, go put your stuff in your room, and come back in here.”
“Yes, sir,” Junior answered and disappeared into the hall.
“You alright, beautiful? You looked nervous,” Dre said while he placed his hand on the small of my back.
“I was nervous, but I’m fine. He looks just like you.”
“That’s not my first time hearing that. I think he favors his mother more than me.”
“I would have to see a picture to make a good comparison.” I smiled.
Dre washed his hands and put a fresh pair of black gloves on to continue with the food prep. Junior came back into the kitchen, and I took my glass of scotch and went to the living room downstairs so he and Junior could have some time together.
I made my way down to what Dre referred to as his man cave. A small set of steps led me to the downstairs living room. The door was slightly open. I pushed it open further, stepped in, and adjusted my eyes to the lighting. It was the epitome of dark and cozy. It had a bar, a fully stocked snack pantry, and a fridge. Everything was black, red, and silver. I got cozy on the couch and grabbed a snack-sized bag of seasoned street corn popcorn.
After a while, Junior and Dre came down to the man cave to join me after Dre got everything started on the grill.
“About time you two made it down here. I was almost asleep.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I had to make sure everything was on point.”
Junior was on his phone, as I expected, because he was a teenager.
“Y’all wanna watch a movie while we wait for the food?” Dre asked.
