Wait, he was holding back?
Bullshit.
I wouldn’t believe him for a second if he didn’t amp up his game.
Cairo gives zero fucks at anything happening underneath us because he’s so fucking deep inside me that a small squeal leaves my lips and Cairo’s eyes narrow on me.
“If you want your boys to hear, that’s fine with me,” he vouches. “But if you don’t, I highly suggest you cover your mouth, Little T.”
I immediately follow his instruction, palms over my lips, as he grinds into me over and over again.
My pussy clenches, earning another animalist grunt from the man currently taking over my body, and I take glory in the moment.
This is everything I need right now.
Cairo has a way of holding onto my brain with both hands and demanding my full attention. He’s like the antidote for not feeling so damn hopeless all the time.
“Fuck,” he leers. “I’m going to come.”
God, it’s the way he says it that turns me on even more.
“Do it,” I mutter as I ease up on my hand. “Nice and deep, Sinatra.”
A few more charges of his cock, and I feel him twitch inside of me. His deep groan of release fills my ears as he continues rubbing at my clit and plunging himself as deep as he can go to make sure I take every last drop.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Take me.”
Oh shit.
My own orgasm triggers as my palm tightens around my lips to keep any sounds from leaving.
Cairo smirks, guiding the hand on my hip to keep riding him even after I’m done.
And with one last propel of his hips, he pulls me closer until we’re chest to chest with his dick still deep inside me.
“Are we on the same page now, Little T?” he solicits evenly. “Or do I need to do it again?”
I think he’s referring to being together, but I’m not entirely sure I’m on that same chapter.
However, I don’t want to look dense as hell for asking him straight out.
I just ride the wave of the aftermath of what we’ve just done.
“I look forward to calling you to drop everything you’re doing and come fuck me.”
“We’re a team now,” he says. “And you’re also mine. Whatever you need, you need only ask.However,I know how much of a prideful prick you are. So, do me a favor and try. It doesn’t make you weak for needing help.”
“And you’ll do the same?”
“I have to. You’re the Queen of South Shore.” His fingers leave my clit, and I mindlessly groan in displeasure, causing a smile to curl his lips. Then his digits disappear between his lips as he sucks me off. “And you taste delicious.”
I inhale, trying to keep my horny ass on a leash. "Are you going to let me come to your coronation?”
“Haven’t forgotten about that, huh? I should’ve fucked you harder.”
“What’s your hold up?”
He lifts his shoulders. “I like having my father around. The boys are…” He doesn’t have to expand on the thought. The guys are fucked because of me. I did all this.
