“Aye.” His voice was so authoritative that she had no choice but to silence her words. “I’m not tired of anything. I want you to get better but I want it to happen naturally. I’m not no selfish-ass man that I think you should get over Jovanis’ death quickly. I know how much he meant to you so take your time but be mindful that you carrying my lil’ baby.”
Irish smiled at the reminder. Her little nugget was progressing well, giving Irish more hope that this baby would come full term.
“I love you,” she cooed before kissing his lips. “What would I do without you?”
Noble deepened the kiss as his big hands roamed down to her hips. It had been a drought on Love Island for them. Irish hadn’t been in a sexual mood. Grief had stolen every part of her life, robbing her of activities she once enjoyed. Noble had been patient, not even making a move to have sex.
Irish recognized Noble’s fervent need for her. For tonight, she would push her grief to the side and meet his needs.
“Papa, do you need me?” she asked as his tongue explored her neck.
“Like a mothafucka.”
She smirked and lowered herself to her knees. Unbuckling his belt, she pulled out his manhood that was so hard, she thought it would break.
Kissing the tip, she teased, “What should I do with this?”
“Swallow it.”
The heavy lust dancing in his orbs heightened her arousal. Swiftly, Irish wrapped her lips around his erection and allowed the head to greet the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” he whispered, leaning back in his seat. With her hand at the base of his shaft, Irish sucked on him, making sure her mouth was drenched in saliva. This was one of her favorite hobbies. Bringing a man of Noble’s stature to his knees was pleasurable alone.
She tasted the early presence of his cum on her tongue. Glancing up, Noble’s eyes were closed as she picked up speed. Flattening her tongue against the base of his dick, prompted him to squirm.
“Fuck, Pumpkin, you ‘bout to make me bust,” he groaned, gripping her ginger tresses.
The sounds of her slurping filled the atmosphere. She felt Noble’s muscles tense and before she could get one more deep throat, she tasted the unique flavor of his fruits.
“Shit, Pumpkin…” he grumbled. “Swallow that shit.”
Irish would have been a fool not to. She swallowed then kissed the tip of his dick before mounting it. Noble didn’t have any time to recover.
“Mmm,” she moaned as his erection stretched her pussy. “I’ve missed this dick so much.”
Noble’s hand found her neck and pulled her forward, “Don't go crazy on the dick, Pumpkin.”
She grinned while slowly sliding up and down on his erection. Closing her eyes, she fell into something she hadn’t experienced in over a month—bliss. The pinching of her nipples propelled her head backwards. Noble planted his hands on her waist, helping her bounce up and down on his dick.
“If you wasn’t pregnant, you damn sure would be tonight,” he declared.
Irish bit her bottom lip, falling deeper into ecstasy. Grief had truly taken over, making her forget how Noble’s dick was her drug. Her addiction had been reactivated. The need she’d had for him would resume.
“This dick is the best, Papa.”
Irish’s eyes flew open when Noble turned her around. She was bent over on the counter as he pushed inside of her from the back. He dived into her ocean with such great rhythm that Irish’s mouth went slack. She was so wet that the sounds mixed in with the meeting of their skin.
“You know you deserve this dick, right?” Noble slapped her ass.
“Yes, I deserve it,” she cried out.
He slapped her ass again. The pleasurable pumps had driven her to the brink of insanity.
“This pregnant pussy got me so gone, baby,” he confessed. “You can get whatever the fuck you want.”
Irish threw her ass back, meeting his powerful strokes. Sex with Noble had to be one of the remedies to get over grief. Not once had she thought about Jovanis’ killing. The waves of sadness had been replaced with ripples of rapture.
“Baby, yes, like that. I’m about to cum.”
