“As delectable as you look laying there in your Versace boxers, I need you to take them off,” she flirted, then dipped her finger into the cake and brought it to her lips, sucking it slow and sensually before emitting a low moan.
“Shit,” I groaned, my dick already fighting its way out of my boxers.
Lifting off the bed, I dropped my boxers, allowing my dick to break free. Marissa strutted towards me with purpose, her eyes glued to the ten inches of dick pointing directly at her. Standing in front of me, she gripped my dick and pressed it into the cheesecake with enough pressure to leave a perfect impression, like she was sculpting me. The caramelized topping and a small amount of the cheesecake clung to my dick, teasing what was to come.
Marissa did a little dance, placing the cake down on the nightstand before turning back to me. I noticed she pulled one of the chairs from the dining room area into the room and had it seated next to the bed. She was plotting on a nigga while I was catching z’s. Plopping down in the seat, she was the perfect height to suck my dick into her mouth. Too bougie to get on her knees, but coming with her own provisions, I could get with that. Those thoughts went out the window when she sucked my dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it until she removed all of the cake residue.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, taking me all the way down her throat without gagging.
“Fuck, you nasty,” I breathed. She looked up at me, eyes searing into me as she nodded her head, saliva dripping downher chin. “That’s right, the sloppier the better. You gon’ let me have my way with that throat?”
She eagerly nodded yes, a faint tear slipping down her cheek. I ran my hands through her hair for the first time and noticed this shit was all her. No wig or tape-ins, straight scalp. I got a good grip on that shit and had my way with her jaws. Marissa relaxed her throat and let me fuck her face until I was shooting a load of nut off as my toes popped. I had to figure some shit out because there was no turning back after last night, but definitely after that.
I released the grip I had on Marissa’s hair, and she pulled my dick out of her mouth. My shit was going soft until I noticed she swallowed my nut.
“Somebody woke back up,” she noted, licking her lips.
“Do you know how good you look with that slob coming down your chin while you swallowing my nut? That’s throat goat level shit,” I applauded.
“You eat pussy like a champ too, if I do say so myself,” she bubbled, batting her eyes.
Marissa pushed me down on the bed and straddled me while I sat on the bed. I didn’t waste time pushing my dick inside her. “You enjoyed sucking this dick, huh? That pussy sloppy off pleasing a nigga.”
“It is,” she confirmed, bouncing in my lap. I felt her tongue slide across my scalp, and as a bald nigga I never had a woman do that shit before. “Aye, do that shit again,” I encouraged her.
“Oh, you like that?” She giggled. This time she did small swirls as she licked my scalp. I cupped her breasts and alternated sucking them into my mouth.
“How do you make me feel this good after I haven’t felt anything in forever?” Marissa moaned.
“This that forever shit. You feel that?” I questioned, thrusting upward roughly to make sure she felt every inch inside of her.
“All of it! I love it!”
“I’mma make you feel this shit forever you understand me?”
“I… I… understand,” she panted. “I’m about to cum.”
“Go ‘head. Nut on this dick while you can feel all of it,” I demanded, biting on her shoulder as I drilled in her repeatedly from below her until I felt her walls choking me. Flipping Marissa over, I pulled my dick out before my nut shot off in her. Streams of my warm nut spurted on Marissa and the hotel sheets.
“Whewww!” She shuddered. “You trying to climb in my suitcase and come home with me?”
“Ion gotta climb in a suitcase, I’ll gas up my jet and go wherever you need me to be at.”
“Talk yo shit big daddy,” she laughed. “I have to shower so I can make my flight.”
“I’m showering with you. I gotta see you off,” I asserted.
Marissa looked up at me like I was too good to be true. What she didn’t know yet was that this was only the beginning. I hadn’t even started showing her what it meant to be mine.
CHAPTER TEN
Marissa Bentley
After showering and changing into a jogger set for my flight, I was ready to tackle the day with a better attitude than I’ve had in about a year. It was amazing what a few earth shattering orgasms could do for the mental. My hair was pulled up in a tight bun, exposing my entire face, and I had to give myself a moment to marvel at the natural glow I was rocking.
When I came out of the bedroom, our suitcases were lined up by the door, and Yaseer looked so damn good dressed down in his white tee and a pair of basketball shorts. His face was buried in his phone while his thumbs typed away.
“You ready to go?”
