When the workday was over, I helped Mr. Bailey clean up, then I booked an Uber home. I missed living close to my job, but with Cane’s card linked to my Uber, I didn’t mind the fifty-dollar ride from Queens to Manhattan.
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I didn’t even have to turn the lights on when I stepped into the apartment because Cane was already there. “Long day?” I asked as I looked at the glass of scotch in his hand.
“You have no idea.” He said. He picked me up and sat me on the counter. Then he pulled me to the edge and rested between my thighs. Our lips were so close I could almost taste the liquor on his breath. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.
“Na,” he said as he pecked my lips. “I just want you to feel how hard it was, but first I want to taste you.” He said as he began to strip me down to my panties.
“Lie back,” he said.
“Ok,” I said.
He placed the rim of his glass against my breast. My body trembled against the liquor he just had sitting on rocks. He let the scotch drip down my nipples before licking it off.
“Mhmm.” I moaned as my nipples tightened. He gripped both my breasts and ran his tongue between them. “Ohhhh fuck.” I cried.
“You got the sweetest moan.” He said. He grabbed the glass and let it rest just above my navel. The rest of the liquor fell down my stomach.
His tongue chased the scotch as it fell to the lace trim of my panties. Between the liquor and my own juices, I wasn’t sure what had my panties wetter. Either way, he sucked them both. “Cane,” I whined. “Stop playing.”
He chuckled as he snatched my panties off. He pushed my legs further apart, then spread my lips with his fingers. He sucked on my clit as he pushed those same fingers inside.
“More?” He asked as he looked up at me.
“Yes, daddy.” He added another finger inside.
“I love you.” I whimpered. I hoped he couldn’t hear me through my thighs he was using as earmuffs. Because I was talking crazy, this was need, wrapped in lust. “Say it again.” He said as he kissed my pussy. “Say you love me, Snow.”
“I love you.” I cried.
“I love you too.” He said.
He blew on my pussy, causing all the warmth to turn cold. Somehow, my nipples got harder, my pussy even wetter, and the soft tremble that started at my inner thighs was now running down my legs. He was ready to attack my pussy when my phone started ringing, he sucked his teeth and grabbed it. I really didn’t understand why Apple was so messy, because why would it say maybe, hubby on the damn screen. I deleted his number for a reason. “Why that nigga calling?” Cane asked.
“I don’t know.” I sighed.
He grabbed my phone. “Unlock it.
“No, just ignore him,” I begged. “I need you.”
“Na, I can’t do that.” He said as he put the phone up to my face so it could unlock.
He kept the phone close to my mouth as he started recording a voice note. “Tell him you can’t talk right now.”
“I can’t talk right now,” I said. It was impossible to hide the sound of sex dripping from my voice, especially when he started sucking on my clit.
“Why?” He asked with his mouthful.
“Because I’m getting my pussy ate.” I moaned.
After sending the voice note, Cane went back to giving my body his undivided attention.
He rubbed on my clit while he fucked me with his tongue. “Cane.” I whimpered. Knowing I was about to cum, I tried to pull away, but his body followed mine. He pushed his tongue a little deeper, causing me to cum right then. And just like the scotch, He tasted me in every corner of his mouth.
He looked up at me. With my cum dripping from his lips. “You taste so good.” He said as he pulled his dick out.
“Oh yeah?” I smirked as I sat up on the counter. He nodded as he ran his fingers across my lips. I could feel my cum resting on them like lip gloss. He sucked it off my lips as he pushed inside me. He paused for a minute and looked at me. “Pussy so fucking good. I’ma keep your ass pregnant.”
