“I promise, baby… I’ma love you better than anybody ever has in your life.”
What a proclamation. She could’ve folded at that very second. Noble peeled his lips from hers and found her breasts. Her back was arched, mouth parted as he licked and sucked on her cobbled nipples. They were so sensitive that her center pulsated without warning. Irish reached into the water and grabbed his erection. She stroked it, bringing his dick to the thickest capacity.
“Can I take you for a ride, Papa?”
He smirked, biting that bottom lip of his. “Go slow.”
Gingerly, she sat down on his manhood, inciting a grunt from Noble. His head fell back as she gently glided her pussy up and down his shaft.
“Damn, Pumpkin,” he groaned. “It’s something about this pussy… shit got magic in it.”
Resting her hands on his shoulders, Irish picked up her pace. The sounds of waters crashing against the tub clashed with the music.
“Papa, tell me you want it forever,” she purred.
Noble grabbed her neck, pulling her face toward his. “I got it forever and don't ever forget that shit.”
His aggression heightened her arousal. She rode him at full speed, gripping the edge of the tub to ensure she had full control. Noble’s face warped from the pleasure. She loved riding his dick. It disarmed him. He was nothing more than Play-Doh when she was in the driver seat of their lovemaking. Gripping her breasts, he squeezed her nipples as she continued to bounce.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
Her climax had arrived, making her hunch over from the pleasure. She was supposed to make him cum before she did.
“I figured out your play, baby. That pussy only responds to me,” he taunted her.
When Irish had gained her vision back, she peered at him as he fucked her from the bottom. His hand had resumed its place on her neck, squeezing just enough to apply light pressure. Water mixed with Noble and Irish was a recipe for climaxing and screams of bliss.
“Tell me you love this dick,” he commanded, pounding her relentlessly.
“I love it so much,” she whimpered.
“Now tell me you love me.”
His manhood pulsated as he rubbed against her sensitive zone.
“Papa, you know I love you.”
“Now cum with me.”
Noble delivered two more thunderous strokes before they both jumped off the ledge of pleasure. Their orgasm was fleeting but so powerful that neither one said a thing for at least two minutes. She lifted her head, peering deeply into his eyes.
“I need you to know there is no competition when it comes to you. You stand alone. The bar is too high for anyone to reach.”
Noble swiped his tongue across his lips, drinking up her words. “I appreciate that. You need to know no woman has ever captured me like you, Pumpkin. Wear that shit with honor ‘cause nobody can say that they had my heart like this.”
She kissed his lips and laid on his chest. Irish was so content that she could’ve stayed in his arms for eternity.
Days later…
Cali drove into the parking lot and shut off her engine. As each day passed, she had begun pulling herself together emotionally. One day, she got out the bed. The next day, she went to the coffee shop. Days after, she went to the grocery store just to be out amongst other people. It had been a daunting task to crawl out of the depressive hole she’d caused but she was managing. Now, she got out the car and headed toward Irish’s warehouse.
When the door opened, Irish stepped out, wearing a smile that was so infectious she couldn’t help but beam.
“Friend!”
They ran to each other, mirroring the dramatic movie scenes when people reunited. Embracing one another, Cali basked in Irish’s presence. It had been too long since they’d seen each other. It almost brought tears to Cali’s eyes how much she’d missed her girl.
“I can’t tell you’ve been depressed.” Irish joked, pulling back. “You look good.”
