“Yes,” I admitted.
He chuckled, then he slapped my ass again. My legs started to go weak as he gripped my hips and fucked me deeper. I got lightheaded as I felt yet another release building in my stomach. My walls gripped him, contracting around his dick, making him groan.
“Go ahead and finish for me, B,” He commanded as he bit my shoulder. I didn’t wait to oblige his request. I had lost track of how many times he had made me cum.
His strokes got faster and sloppier as he let out a loud ass grunt and then pulled out of me and finished. I made my ass cheeks clap as he came on them, causing him to laugh. But I knew I felt like a dead weight in his arms. I had just woken up, but I was going to need another nap. He had drained me, literally and figuratively, and I needed a moment to recharge.
I took his arm from around my waist and turned to go back into the house. I stumbled when my legs almost betrayed me, but I regained my balance really quickly.
Once we were inside, he closed the door behind us and glared at me. His face was a mixture of confusion and lust, but I didn’t have the capacity to see which it was.
“I’m going to shower again, and then I’m going to sleep. You’re wondering if I tapped out? Yes, for right now I have.” I said as we both fell into laughter, and I went to take a shower.
I was there for all of three minutes before he joined me, and I groaned. “Man, I’m just here to bathe.” He said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.
“Good,” I said as I continued to pour the body wash on the sponge and start my shower. We bathed in silence for the most part. I was trying to hurry and wash so I could get my head on a pillow. I was tired, and I didn’t care about stroking his ego at that point. I had to be clear.
When I got out, I walked over to the bed and dove underneath the sheets. He got in behind me and turned the TV on. He was watching Shark Tank, and I chuckled at how someone could have two different personalities. He was just commanding me to get on my knees in front of strangers, now he was watching a TV show about inventors seeking investments.
I faced away from him and prepared to go to sleep. I was uncomfortable. I had always slept on Tim’s chest, but I didn’t want to overcomplicate what this was. I knew what this was, so I didn’t want to cuddle with him.
He reached over and pulled me back toward him. I turned to face him. He leaned down toward me and pulled me into the most delicate kiss. It made me moan. Then he broke the kiss and stared down at me.
“Don’t go over there, come lie on me.”
I didn’t respond; I just lay my head on his chest, my eyes on the TV, knowing that sleep would soon take over. As his hand rubbed my back, I drifted off, and before long, my body relaxed against him.
Chapter ten
Quentin
The sun blaring through the window woke me up. Breeze was still tucked underneath my arm with her hands around my stomach like she was making sure I didn’t leave her. Last night, I lay in bed watching TV with her on my chest, snoring lightly. I felt crazy, but I didn’t want to fuck her and then make her sleep alone or feel like the only time I’d touch her was when we were having sex. I may have clowned her, but I was tired as fuck too. She had a nigga throwing down bottles of water back-to-back trying to stay hydrated. Then she had drained every inch of my nuts, and I was glad that she threw the towel in because I didn’t want to be the first person to do it. Breeze really had the tightest, wettest pussy that I had ever had. Knowing what I know now, ain’t no way I would have ever agreed to this if I were her husband.
I tried to slide out of bed without waking her up, but she had a hold of me. Her eyes popped open as soon as I moved away.
“Good morning,” I said to her, and walked toward the kitchen to find the room service menu.
“Morning,” I heard her say back as I rounded the corner.
I came back with the menu, handed it to her, and told her to tell me what she wanted. She took the card and then sat up, looking exactly like what every inch of the night had been.
“I’m not even hungry. Just something simple, an omelet, home fries, and toast,” she said, scanning it quickly and then handing it back to me.
She slid to the edge of the bed and then found her slippers. She bent over in front of me and gave me the best view of her pussy. I slapped her ass. She looked back at me and shook her head before she walked toward the restroom. While she was there, I called in our order. We were hours away from our city, but we both agreed not to risk going out in public. It was only a day, and lowkey I could be confined to a room with her fine ass for a week, buried inside her if I had to.
I heard the shower turn on, and I let her have her space while I waited for the food to come. I sent a text to Tre to check that camp was going well, then opened a couple of my personal emails to see if I had missed anything.
After scrolling for a while, a knock came on the door, and it was the food being delivered. I took the bags from the woman’s hands and gave her a tip before I closed the door and walked over to the table. By that time, Breeze was already out of the shower and in another robe.
Her hair was now in a bun on the top of her head, and her skin was still a little damp from the shower. She looked good enough to eat, but I was going to hold out on that.
She sat at the table and sighed.
“You, okay?” I questioned.
“Yeah, but it just seems like the longer I slept, the more tired I got,” She laughed. I chuckled and ate a spoonful of my grits.
“How old is your son?” She said after a couple of minutes.
