Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Mars’ head fell forward as she moaned and whined at the same time. “The way I love you, Dio, should be studied ‘cause the pain you're giving me is worth it. Twenty for the muhfuckin gang!” she howled.
A smile eased on my face because now she was in motion.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“You will be my wife. I never saw it any other way, baby. You are everything to me. Oh God. I love you so much. You are my better half!”
Smack!
“Welcome to—”
Smack!
“—the muhfuckin’—”
Smack!
“—Zoo, princess!”
Smack!
I leaned forward again, kissing her tender ass. “Now let’s paint and fuck!” I told her.
SAMARA
PRESSPLAY
My ass was tender; I couldn’t even sit. To know this was what I had been begging for was crazy. Although it all felt torturous, I would’ve done it all over again for Dio. I knew most wouldn’t understand, and it may have seemed crazy, but everyone had their version of what they would go through for love, and this was mine. He bought us a house, put a ring on my finger, and had never done anything but protected and loved me. Dio and I saved each other's lives, and if God asked me to take anything to be rich, I would’ve turned it down because I was rich. Mine was just wrapped in love.
Dio came out of his clothes as he sat in the chair. He smiled as he glanced at me up and down. “Come paint a nigga a picture while you ride this dick.”
I leaned forward and kissed him before I turned my back and eased onto him. “Mmm,” I moaned.
He gently wrapped his arms around my waist as my body began to slowly rock. “Pick the paint brush up,” he groaned.
I closed my eyes, trying to focus while my hand gripped the paintbrush tightly. “Ah!” I whined.
I ran my tongue over my lips as I dipped the brush into the brown and began stroking the canvas. Brown, a tint that was gently cast over Dio’s emotions. I dipped the brush again while my hips rolled ever so smoothly. A hint of white, like me, soft and open to everything he was serving me. I heard a vibrating sound, and before I could look to see what it was, I felt it on my clit.
“Ooo wee,” I damn near cried.
“Fuck, Mars! The wetter the better,” he moaned as his tongue slid up my back.
Stroke, white. Stroke, brown.
The moment I dipped the brush into the orange paint,my mouth opened as a cry like a moan left me. I tried hard to focus on the fucked-up painting, but the vibrator and his motions made it hard. The way we were meshing was different. He took a handful of my hair, pulling my back to his chest. I had forgotten about the brush that fast, swinging my arm back to grip his head and causing the orange color to stroke across his face.
“Turn around,” he whispered in my ear.
Click off.
He dropped the vibrator into the paint.
I got up, turned around, and slid down an inch at a time.
Eyes on him.
