I was looking at Proctor eye to eye, watching him as my toes slipped into his mouth, which caught me off guard.
“Mmm, Proctor, what are you doing?”
He smirked as he dragged his tongue up the sole of my foot.
“Still massaging you, but now with my mouth. Just keep doing what you're doing, and I got you.”
He continued kissing my feet and worshiping them with his tongue, rubbing around my toes, almost like he was trying to clean them. I was so into what he was doing that I accidentally stopped massaging his dick with my foot, but he grabbed it under water, taking my curled toes back to his penis.
“Don’t stop, baby. I love them pretty ass feet rubbing against my dick.” I nodded my head okay, because I was prepared to listen to everything he said. My head was back so far that my hair dipped into the water. Proctor then kissed my feet until I could feel how wet my pussy was even in the water.
He went from my feet, and licked up to my ankle, giving me so much pleasure I couldn’t help but confess how I felt inside.
“Fuck you make me want you.”
He grinned as he licked further and further up my leg.
“Well, if you do, let me lick your entire body, starting with this pretty ass pussy.” He rubbed his middle finger up my coochie and over my clit, making me shiver.
Proctor got on his knees and lifted my body up out of the water, sitting me on the base of the tub behind me, where I would have candles sitting if this restroom belonged to me.
He spread my legs and then started swirling his tongue around my clit in an instant. Proctor was now laid low like a sniper, holding my lips as wide as they could be with his two fingers speared like a peace sign.
Looking down at him was like riding a helicopter and being afraid to look down. I just knew when I did, the visuals would be enough to make me cum. Shit, I was already about to without.
I looked down anyway, we made eye contact, and he lifted his head from my mouth.
“Is this my pussy?” He asked, and I instantly started shaking.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes, I’m cuming.”
I confessed, and my body trembled as I tried to escape his grip on me, but it was no use. He had me right where he wanted me.
Proctor stood up out of the water, and his dick was standing straight out in front of him as he led me into the bedroom. I bent over on the bed, getting up on my knees.
“No, baby girl, I want you to look me in my eyes while you take this dick. Lay on your back.” He directed me, and I turned over, doing exactly what he wanted. Proctor climbed his big ass body over me, covering my frame completely. Then he guided his dick inside my box with no hands, sliding all the way to my guts before he stopped for a second, kissed me on my forehead, and then started to stroke me like a feathered pen, gradually picking up speed and depth, causing my fingers to dig deeper in his back.
I couldn't control my eyes, my hands, or my emotions right now because of how this enormous man was fuckin me. Proctor was so big you wouldn't expect him to work it the way he does, but he has a stroke for the Gods. So much to where I'm starting to think his chocolate ass is one.
I couldn't fight it anymore.
“Yes, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
I yelled. I had truly succumbed to this niggas charm. I guess I'm really not stronger than a wet pussy and a throbbing clit.
Chapter 11
Tania
That nigga Steve was snoring in my fucking ear like something was wrong with him, and I was beyond ready to go home. I got tired of waiting for him to finally wake up, so I eased out of the bed and crept into the bathroom.
Coming here was a waste of my time. I already knew I could have left with Proctor if I wanted with the way he talked to me in Cyn’s penthouse after Ari left. Did I want to entertain him if he entertained me, yes, but was I actually going to? Probably not. I would have to get super drunk to get over the girl code we established.
The only real reason I went home with Mr. Steve Rice was because he told me he plays for the Las Vegas Raiders. The moment he said that I was locked in with him right there in the middle of the club. He had a nice body. Face wasn’t all that, but I could work with the body, and the money, of course, was a bonus. I Googled his net worth before he even finished telling me his full name, and he had a cool fourteen million dollars from endorsements and game day checks.
Now, it wasn’t as much money as I’d prefer a man to have, but it was damn sure enough to want him in my life. Or so I thought, because after actually sleeping with him, I wasn’t so sure money alone could do it for me. What’s the point of all themoney in the world if you go home every night and get fucked like a jackrabbit by a dick that’s underwhelming?
Once I washed my face up, I grabbed my purse and my shoes and slid past Steve without saying a word. His whole entourage was sprawled out in the living room with the girls they brought back home last night from the club. That was another thing I didn’t like. I wanted a grown man who would send his niggas home when it was time to actually get to know a woman. Not a little boy who needs a million people around him just to feel like he was having fun.
