I’m greeted by my old friends that I missed in the days we spent apart—his biceps… triceps…and deltoids. The jagged scar that had Uncle Kenny in a tizzy stares back at me along with a deep bruise on his chest that I think Primo left.
“You let me take care of you because we’re at home where there’s no people in our ears telling us how to live our lives,” I whisper, climbing off the bed and fingering the top of his shorts. “It’s just us inyourhouse where you pay the bills. You can conquer the world tomorrow.”
His Adam’s apple bounces as he takes a deep swallow.
I tug his shorts, yanking them and his boxer briefs until they fall into a puddle around his feet. His hard dick angrily springs forward like it can’t believe I left it alone for so many days after we finally got acquainted.
And I can’t believe it either.
Its deep veins make saliva coat the insides of my mouth, and its intimidating size still makes a shiver course through my body. I reach out, placing my hands on his hard abs, and he drops his chin to his chest, staring down at me.
“I still own you after what I did?” he asks.
I fall to my knees and press my face against his dick. “You never stopped.”
I inhale, letting his natural scent dance with the rest of the intoxicating smells that float off him, and he pulls my bonnet off my head, digging his fingers into my scalp and tugging my head back by my curls.
“Slim?” he murmurs.
“Uh-huh?”
“I know you not doing what I think you about to do.”
“I am,” I whisper back, fighting against his hold.
His grip on my hair loosens just enough for me to lean forward and swallow the head of his dick, and it fills my mouth in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I grab the rest of his shaft and brace myself while reveling in the fact that I can finally swallow the taste I’ve been obsessing over. He huffs out a low groan while I drop my hands and widen my mouth, inching past his head as tears blur my vision.
“Baby…” he hisses, brushing his fingers against my cheek.
I knock them away and suck him deeper into my mouth, even though there’s no more room left.
“Mhmmm…” I groan.
Me and his dick are having the same type of moment we had in his truck because AJ’s dick could never reach beyond a particular point in my mouth. It never made me dizzy or gag so hard that my shoulders hunched and my body jerked.
Rich runs the rough pads of his fingers along my cheek again. As soon as I reach up to swat him away, he grabs my hand and threads his fingers through mine.
“Look at me,” he mutters, dragging our hands back to my face and wiping my tears with them.
I look into his low eyes and find them lit with amusement. “Why you so fuckin hardheaded, huh? You gon’ hurt yourself on my dick one of these days.”
I probably will, and I’ll be okay with it.
His hard abs contract as he laughs like he can read my thoughts.
“Spit it out,” he says, reaching down and grabbing the rest of his dick that won’t fit in my throat.
I begrudgingly pull back, releasing it and all of its girth. Once he has it back to himself, he pulls me to my feet, tugging his wife beater over my head and peeling his sweats and my panties down my legs until all I’m left wearing is his necklace.
“I’ve had you back for over two hours now and you ain’t even gave me what I want, but you got straight on your knees to taste my dick?” He tsks, shaking his head and sliding his hand between my legs. “Never beating those Myra Monkhouse allegations, huh?”
I blubber out a moan as he pushes a finger into my wetness.
“Gimme what I want,” he murmurs.
“Wha…” I moan. “Tell…tell me what you want so I can.”
