“Y-yes!” She whined.
I chuckled. “Then you better fuck me good tonight, B,” I said as I removed my hand and sat back against the passenger seat.
It was just past midnight, and the roads were almost empty. She drove in silence, probably lost in her thoughts. Breeze had the best pussy that I had ever had, but I knew what this was when we started it. Drunk or not, I wasn’t in a position to talk her out of any decision that she made.
She pulled up to my townhouse, and the garage opened as she eased into it and silenced the engine. She paused for a second, glanced at me, and shook her head. We both feel the same way about how we always end up right back here.
Once the truck was off, I closed the garage door, and we got out. I took a couple of steps, and before I realized that she wasn’t walking behind me.
I still had her shoes in my hand while she stood frozen in place and just stared at me.
“Are you going to carry me, Quentin?” She smirked as she waited for me to come over and get her.
I carried her through the door and into the family room of my house. Her eyes scanned every inch like she was conducting an investigation.
“What you looking for?” I questioned her as I threw my keys on the counter and waited for her to answer.
“I don’t really know. Signs of life, a wig or a baby bottle.”
I shook my head at her and went upstairs, leaving her to conduct her sweep of my place. She came behind me a second after. I guess I passed inspection.
Now, in my bedroom, I started undressing. I had only been in the club for a little more than two hours, but I still smelled like a mixture of smoke and perfume.
Breeze sat on the edge of my bed and typed away on her phone.
“Let’s go shower, B,” I bypassed her, grabbed her a towel and a rag, then went to the shower and turned it on.
I stepped into the shower and turned to see her coming into the bathroom fully naked. My eyes raked her body, and my dick stiffened. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen her fine ass in a while, but she has definitely gotten thicker.
We showered separately, only talking ever so often.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off before I leaned against the counter and waited. When she saw me standing there, she smiled. Her body was still soaking wet when I pulled the towel that she had tucked around her. I didn’t mind, just brought her body against mine.
“B, let me ask you something.”
“What’s that?”
“These last few months, have you been with another man?” I trailed kisses from her lips to her neck as I waited for her to answer me.
“No.” She moaned.
“Why not?” I asked. I already knew the answer; I just wanted her to say it.
When she didn’t respond, I bit her neck.
“Why Breeze?” I doubled down.
“Be-because. I just didn’t want to.” She lied.
“You didn’t want to? Or is it because nobody can fuck you like me? Nobody can eat your pussy until you’re blacking out. Nobody else could have you on your knees, or call you a bitch, and it makes your pussy wet?”
Her breathing hitched.
“Q!!! Let me dry off…” she whined. I pulled her closer to me, grabbed her ass, and then put my hand around her neck. I applied slight pressure and then kissed her. The kiss went from tame to hungry in seconds.
“Nah, let me dry you off, B,” I said as I picked her up and sat her on the counter.
I pulled her to me by her thighs, and then I dove face-first into her pussy. Between her legs was one of my favorite places to be. She always smelled good and tasted better. As soon as my tongue flicked her clit, my dick got harder if that was possible, and I grabbed her thighs and held her place.
