It was Royce who confused her. Her presence. Her power. Her proximity. It turned wheels in her head that should’ve remained still.
“Ishmael?”
I massaged my baby’s insides.
“Mmmmm.”
She rolled her hips, feeding me that pussy on a fucking spoon.
“Yesssss.”
“Hello?”
My dick stretched in my briefs. Royce’s goodness was indescribable. Her mercy didn’t exist. I was hanging on her ledge, and didn’t want to be rescued. Not now. Not ever.
I released her clit from my mouth. Her inclination was near. However, prolonging her pleasure was far too satisfying to let her have what she wanted. We were both in need. Compromise and consideration was key.
“My baby.”
Royce’s creaminess coated my tongue and lingered on my lips.
“Ishmael,” she moaned.
“Ishmael!” Asia yelled.
“Tell me you forgive me.”
“Forgive you fo–mmm. For what?”
“Putting my dick in places it didn’t belong.”
I massaged her pussy. Her walls clamped around my fingers.
“Even before I’d had the chance to know you.”
“Because–”
“Because I knew I was yours all along.”
I pressed my thumb against her slipperiness.
“Uhhhh.”
“Tell me.”
“What the hell is happening here?” Asia grumbled.
“My baby–”
Royce was addictive. She gripped the back of my head, pushing it back between her legs.
“I need a little– a li– uhhh more time to–Mmmmm.”
I stroked her with my tongue, flattening it against her clit. A foot lifted to my shoulder. Royce pushed her body forward, deepening her pussy in my mouth.
“Uhhh. Fuck.”
Her ass lifted off the table, evidence of her pending pinnacle. She was near the top. I beckoned for her gratification, bending my fingers inside of her.
