She screamed out as her pussy gripped the hell out of my dick; I continued to slow stroke her through it until I nutted along with her. I stood from the bed to dispose of the condom and grab a warm washcloth to wash her down.
“I don’t even want you touching me, sir.” She called out with a giggle.
I smirked as she spread her legs for me with a smile. Her pussy was so pretty I wanted to dip back into that muthafucka’, but I knew she needed a bit of rest.
Playfully, I leaned forward and kissed her bud. She shivered at my touch, letting me know she was still sensitive. Her hand instinctively reached out to cover herself.
“Uh huh, back up, Pussy Monster. She needs a break.”
I laughed as I knocked her hand out of the way.
“Sweets, I’m just fucking with you. Let me clean you up, baby. I have manners and shit. I’m at least going to give you an hour or two break before I break yo’ ass off again.”
She rolled her eyes, letting me continue wiping her down—until a thought hit me. I lifted her from the bed, and she instantly wrapped herself around me, arms around my neck, legs around my waist.
“I change my mind. I need to wash you properly.”
She giggled as I jogged with her in my arms towards the bathroom.
“Dukkkkeee,” she whined, then laughed.
Once we were in the shower, all that shit she was talking about went right out the window. She allowed me to give her three more orgasms before we washed ourselves and took our asses to bed.
For the first time, it felt right having a woman in my arms. She snuggled into me, pressing back against me, and my body reacted instantly. She wore one of my shirts, the fabric falling on her like one of those short night dresses—her ass peeking out from the bottom.
I closed my eyes, then tapped the side of her thigh.
“Keep it up and I’m gone give you what you asking for.”
Solana peered over her shoulder in my direction innocently. “I’m just trying to get comfortable, sir.”
“Mhm, go to sleep.”
Soon we drifted off together for the first time. But something told me I was going to do whatever I needed to make sure it wasn’t the last.
THE NEXT MORNING…
I felt him before;I opened my eyes as the events of last night came to my mind and my body. Now that I allowed that man to touch me, my girl was acting like she’d never been touched before. I glanced over at the clock and realized I needed to get back to the shop and soon if I wanted the folks to have fresh treats. I usually woke up earlier than this, so I was already behind.
I turned within Duke’s arms and traced the curves of his jawline and the tip of his nose. I couldn’t help it but to lean in and place kisses in every place I touched until his eyes peeled open slowly. Soon after, a smile followed it.
“I need you to take me back to my shop, sir. I have to start prepping for the day, and I’m already behind.” I whispered.
I held my hand in front of my mouth, afraid he would smell my morning breath. He reached out and pulled my hand from in front of my face.
“You don’t have to do that. We grown and I already smelled it sweets. Ain’t nothing sweet about it.” He cracked.
I swatted his shoulder, causing him to laugh. “I’m just fucking with you, sweets. It’s gone take us at least thirty to forty-five minutes to get back, baby. You think you can call Jessa to open for you?” he asked.
“Maybe. But she is going to want to know why I can’t do it.”
He leaned in and pecked my lips a few times.
“Tell her you came home with your man.”
My eyes widened. I wasn’t sure what we were, but him making it plain was enough for me.
I smiled.
