Irish had gotten tired of weeping, so she went to the warehouse to help Ivory out with shipping and customer service inquiries.
“Good, you need to get out.”
He sat down on the bed with Irish still straddling him. She lifted his shirt and dragged her fingers along his abs.
“Where were you today?”
“Taking care of business and picking Kenji up from school. Why? You needed me?”
“I always need you.” She leaned down, kissing his lips.
His manhood stiffened right away.
“Kenji said he wanted a sibling. It took everything in me not to tell him that one was on the way.”
“Aww,” Irish cooed. “You think he’s going to be happy? I mean, it won’t come from his mother so it’ll probably confuse him.”
“No, he knows me and his mama is done.”
Irish had been slowly getting to know Kenji. Noble brought him to her home to visit and she’d bond with him. Honestly, when he came, he took her mind off the grieving that had her in a strong chokehold.
“You gotta bring him over. I promised him we would make cupcakes.”
He smirked. “I will but you need to focus on that.”
Noble made his dick jump in his shorts. Irish bit her bottom lip and lifted her body. Reaching inside, she grabbed his erection and pulled it out.
“You sure you wanna go for a ride?” she teased.
“I told you I figured you out. You won’t get me no more.”
Simpering at his determination, Irish pulled up her silk nightgown and lowered her pussy on his dick.
“Mmm,” she moaned, tipping her head back.
Sex was another temporary fix to halt her mourning. Noble was so generous with the dick that whenever she was in need, he would pause his day to come give her a release.
“Papa, you feel so good every time,” she cooed.
Sliding the straps of her gown off her shoulder, Noble exposed her breasts. Squeezing her sensitive nipples, she circled her hips, ensuring that he touched every piece of flesh inside her center. Without warning, Noble flipped her on her back and placed one of her legs in the crook of his arm.
“I thought you could handle it,” she taunted him.
“You talking shit?” he asked, drilling into her.
Irish wanted to retort but his dick had filled her pussy to the brim. Noble covered her lips with his. Sloppily, they kissed as he stroked her flesh with a precision that only he possessed.
“Fuck, you dangerous, Pumpkin,” he growled, slowing down his strokes. “You trying to turn me into a simp.”
Irish wanted to laugh but his thrust had her in a spell. Her mouth was parted, eyes closed as her legs trembled in ecstasy. The first wave hit her like a tsunami. Her back arched with her nails digging into his chocolate skin.
“Oh, baby, shit!” she whimpered.
Noble pulled out and he planted his face between her thighs. His tongue rode her wave further intensifying her orgasm.
“Papa, stop,” she whined.
Irish wanted him to do anything but stop. He sucked her clit then plunged his thick tongue inside her dewy center. Before she knew it, her second climax had arrived, causing her to grip the sheets between her fingers. Her teeth clenched as ripples of pleasure gushed through her center. Noble found his rightfulplace, wedged in the middle of her thighs. His dick plunged into her pussy that was now reminiscent of an ocean.
