“So, what time you going to call out in the morning?” I asked her. She closed her eyes and laughed at my question.
“Let your teaching assistant take over. You might as well stay in Vegas with me. We’ll come back home together on Sunday after the fight,” I bribed her.
It didn’t take much for me to get what I wanted out of Toni. She was a sucker when it came to me. Although I didn’t get a response from her, no response was pretty much a yes. I could bet my last dollar that she was going to shoot one of her teaching assistants a message early in the morning, asking to take over her lecture for tomorrow. I knew her. She wasn’t hoping back on a flight to Miami early in the morning. It just wasn’t happening.
Chapter 2
Toni McCall
NOT NEW… JUST NEWS
Ifelt movement going on around me, so I quickly jumped up from the deep sleep that I was in. I woke up confused as hell, not having any idea where I was. I wasn’t aware of my surroundings, but when my vision slowly came to, and I saw Steel standing at the foot of the bed, with a towel wrapped around his waist, and his phone in his hands, texting away, that’s when I remembered that my ass was in Vegas.
I looked at the time from the clock that was hanging up on the wall, and it was a little after eight in the morning. I remember waking up around three in the morning, texting my teaching assistant, Samantha, letting her know that I wouldn’t be back in Miami today like I’d planned, and asking her if she could fill in for me. I remember her texting right back, letting me know that she didn’t mind doing it, and that’s the last thing that I could recall from early this morning.
“Good morning,” my voice came out raspy, as I pulled the covers over my body, wanting the comforter to swallow me because it was so cold in here.
I wasn’t used to this kind of weather back home in Miami. Steel loved cold weather, so he had the balcony sliding dooropen, allowing all that cold air to get in the room, and I hated everything about it.
“Good morning, beautiful. Spend the day with me,” he said, walking over to the side of the bed where I was, and he looked down at me. I laughed at his request, while rolling my eyes at him.
“That was your plan all along, Zion. Fuck me like that, knowing that I wouldn’t have the energy to leave this morning, and then have me spend the entire day with you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you texted Manuel and told him not to fly me back to Miami,” I told him.
“Stop acting like it’s the worst thing in the world for you to be around me. You know if you had to choose between work, or being in Vegas with me, you would choose Vegas. You right where the fuck you want to be,” he called me out, as he dropped the phone down on the bed, and he circled around, coming even closer to me.
I was exhausted, so I didn’t have a comeback for him. Plus, it wasn’t like he was lying with what he’d said to me. He came as close to the bed as he could, and the covers that were wrapped around me, he pulled them off, exposing my naked body. I was lying on my side, so he had the perfect shot of me. He stared at my naked frame in awe, just like he would any other time that he saw me without clothes. Hell, I even looked at my body the same way whenever I would see myself naked. Granted, the body has always been banging. The nickname that everyone had given me, calling me fine ass Toni, wasn’t just referring to my face. It spoke for the body too!
I carried our daughter successfully, put on a few pounds along the way, so just like a lot of new moms, of course, I worried whether my body would snap back. I had my mom, and all the other seasoned mothers in my life, telling me to breastfeed, sothat the weight would easily shred, and boy did they tell the truth! I easily lost whatever baby weight had been put on me.
Lani was now eight months old, so with me being eight months postpartum, this body was sickening. My man will even tell me that my waist wasn’t this small prior to carrying Lani. Some of the ass that I gained during pregnancy had stuck around too. I was right at 145 pounds in weight, and I didn’t want this number to go up, or down. Our wedding was coming up in just a few weeks, so I wanted to stay right where I was in weight.
Steel brought his body closer to the bed and not caring that it was first thing in the morning, and I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet, he brought his face close to mine, and he kissed me on my lips. What started out as just a few pecks, turned into him slipping his tongue in my mouth, in which I gladly sucked on. When I started feeling my pussy purring, I pulled away from his ass because I couldn’t afford to have him take me through there this morning. Not if he wanted me to run around with him today and spend time with him.
“Why you stopped?” he asked, his face still right in front of mine.
Zion was so handsome. I still found myself getting lost in his beautiful brown eyes. Because all he had on right now was a towel, you could see and appreciate each of the tattoos that adorned his body. The big tattoo that spelled out, ‘Steel’ right in the center of his neck was decorated with passion marks, and scratches that I’d placed there last night. On his right fist, which was pushed into the bed, you could see the beautiful portrait that he had of Zayne tattooed there as well. His waves were so perfect. There was a head full of fine hair that set on top of his head, which is why his waves stood out the way that they did.
“Because,” I didn’t even finish the sentence.
He laughed, and instead of kissing me on my lips again, he kissed me on my neck, lowered his head, and kissed around mynipples, and he softly sucked on them. He traveled even lower, kissing down the side of my stomach, my hip, and he even placed kisses on my butt. He picked my feet up, putting them right on his dick, and I could feel how hard it was, even with the towel that he had wrapped around him.
“What time you have to be at the studio?” I asked because I already knew where this was headed.
“We got time,” he responded, taking his towel off, and now my feet were on his bare dick.
“Okay, but how much time, Zion? You know it’s going to take me a while to get ready. I need to fix my hair and do my make-up. How much time are we talking?” I wanted to know, and paying my ass no attention, he grabbed at my ankles, pulling me down to the foot of the bed, getting me as close to that dick as humanly possible.
I was still on my side, but the way he had me, that pussy was planted right at the foot of the bed for him, so the only thing that was left for him to do was slip inside of me.
“We got about an hour,” he said, slapping me on my ass.
“An hour to fuck, or an hour until you have to be there? Zion, just tell me the time!” I was getting annoyed with his ass because I knew that if I took too long to get ready, then he was going to be annoyed with me for making him late, so I was just trying to avoid all of that from happening.
This man never answered my question. That dick slipped inside of me, allowing my moan to get caught up in my throat, and whatever argument that I was trying to have with him about time was quickly thrown out of the window, once I got a feel of that dick.
“You always want to be the boss of some shit. Let me worry about the time. Lay back, and let me fuck you,” he spat, picking that hand up again, and he slapped me hard as hell on my ass.
I shut my ass up, and I laid back, and allowed this man to fuck me for thirty minutes flat.
