Predator season?What the hell was this man talking about? He had to be high. I continued to ignore him as I gathered my clams when his fingertips lightly trailed down the side of my thigh.
Instantly, I stopped and caught his hand. “Sir, I don’t care who you are or what you have going on, but if you touch me again, you will regret it.” I removed his hand from my thigh and gathered my clams. As I stood and took a step, Desmond jumped in front of me.
“I’m sorry, Era. Forgive me for being an ass. I get kinda crazy when I’m in the company of a beautiful woman.”
“You’re forgiven. Now, can you please move? I see three women sitting over there, and I’m sure they are anticipating your return.” I tried to step around him, but he sidestepped me.
“Yes they are, but we’re talking about you right now. Not them. You’re a rare breed, Era. A woman with your physique and beauty is highly sought after, and I desperately desire you to be on my team.”
“Stop right there. I’m happily married, and I have no desire to be one of your concubines.”
Desmond started laughing, and I didn’t get the joke. After a couple more minutes of laughing, he composed himself then stared at me. “Sweetheart, you are as green as a fresh blade of grass. You have no idea where you are or what’s going on aroundyou? Where’s your husband because there’s no ring on your finger?”
My fist clenched at the same time as Syris’s deep voice interrupted our conversation. “Right here, muthafucka.” Desmond turned, and Syris popped him clean in the face. Blood sprayed from his nose as he fell onto the sand. The three women ran from Desmond sitting area and raced over to us, but I noticed Muse had remained at the cabin with his arms folded across his chest. He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest as he looked on at the situation before him. Two of the women that ran over sank to their knees to console him, while the third stood and grilled us.
“If you ever come near my wife again, I’ll make sure your punk ass is swimming with the sharks.”
Desmond third lady friend stepped forward, and I stepped in front of Syris. “Bitch, don’t even try it. I’ll drop yo’ ass faster than your man. Play with me if you want to.”
She stepped back, and Syris grabbed onto my hand. He guided us inside then rounded on me. “Where is your ring!” he shouted.
Flinching, I sat the clams on the kitchen counter and faced him. “Why are you shouting at me? It’s on the nightstand because I didn’t want to lose it in the water.”
Syris rubbed down his face then pulled me in a tight embrace. I wrapped my hands around his back as he held onto me. He began to relax in my embrace, and I felt his anger slowly subsiding. When we finally parted, his large hands cradled my face, and I held onto his wrists.
“Butterfly, you have to wear your ring at all times, especially while we're here. Are we clear?” he quizzed as his eyes frantically shifted back and forth between my eyes.
“Syris, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry, love, but I have to know that we’re on the same page.” What was he so worried about? Something was bothering him, and I hoped he knew he could talk to me about anything.
Finally I nodded. “Yes, we’re crystal clear.”
“Thank you, Butterfly. Now go and put your ring on.” Syris removed his hands from my face and apprehensively, I walked over to the nightstand and slipped my ring onto my finger. When I turned to face Syris, he was ass naked and stroking his dick. “I’m still feeling slightly angry, and I need you to make me happy again.” He pouted with a sexy grin.
I returned his smirk before I quickly removed my bikini. Syris’s eyes were glued to my breasts as I stalked in front of him. He swiftly picked me up and placed me onto the bed. Within seconds, his large tongue savored my pert nipples as he slowly eased that monster inside of me.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I gripped his locs and grinded against him. My kitty started to rain down on him because it didn’t take much to get me going when he was in my presence.
Syris bypassed my tight walls and exhaled. “Damn, I love you and this pussy, Butterfly.” He slowly stroked me as his plush lips landed on mine, and he gripped my thighs tightly.
“Shit!” I screamed into his mouth as he sped up his strokes. My nails raked across his back as pleasure overwhelmed me. Syris pulled out of me and quickly turned me over. I rested on my knees and deeply arched my back with my ass in the air just how he liked it.
“Fuck, Butterfly!” he growled as he impaled me and deeply stroked me. His hands gripped my waist firmly as pounded into me. “This my pussy, you hear me? All mine!”
“Yes!” I screamed.
“I better not ever catch you looking at another man other than me, or this sweet pussy of yours will pay for it. Are we clear!” he shouted and grabbed a fistful of my curls. My headached from his firm grip, but the beating he was giving my pussy outweighed that pain.
“Yes!” I moaned wildly and clenched my pussy on him as I yelled out my orgasm. My pussy contracted as my legs shook uncontrollably. “Ahh!” I screamed louder as Syris continued to pound into me.
“I’m cummin’ too!” he roared and sped up his strokes.
My movements slowed down while Syris continued to stroke me until he emptied all of his worries inside of me. Slowly, he pulled out, and I relaxed onto my stomach. My eyes began to drift close until slumber finally kidnapped me and carried me away to snoozeville.
The feel of my body being jostled to the side, prompted me to pry my eyes open and look around. I sat up and noticed I was in the front seat of a car as Syris drove. It was night and damn near pitch black. If it wasn’t for his bright headlights, it would have been almost impossible to see. I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and onto the black leggings I was wearing.
“Hey, sleepyhead. You’re finally awake,” Syris expressed.
