Instead of answering the inquiry with his heavy gaze, I simply turn around and adjust my shirt to reveal my shoulder for what has caused my discomfort.
“Oh shit,” Righteous says with his eyes going from the tattoo to me.
I smirk and mentally pump my fist at the adoration in his eyes, which tells me Righteous likes and approves of the ink. Happy did her big one with it, and I couldn’t be happier with the end result. The motorcycle is painted in Baxtown Iron’s blue and yellow. The heart with ‘Righteous’ inside of it is symbolic as he’s the one who holds my heart.
“Do you like it?” My voice is low and unsteady as I moisten my dry lips when I readjust my shirt and turn to face Righteous.
“What made you do it?”
“Love.”
It’s the one sentiment that's been heavily flowing within me after overhearing Righteous not only claim me but also commit to ensuring my safety. It’s the one thing I could do to visually show him that I’m just as committed to him and his lifestyle.
“Fuck this party.” Righteous takes my hand and heads toward his bedroom.
The people we pass become like ants as my adrenaline rushes with every step we take. I can’t register a single person in the room, as my juices flow and my libido does cartwheels at the thought of what’s about to happen. We reach the room in no time, and I don’t know if I or my pearl purr more. Righteous wastes no time removing his clothes before he gently and carefully removes mine. His care makes me feel like porcelain as his hungry eyes roam my body, and I fight the moan on the cusp of my lips.
Without a word, Righteous bends and lifts me off the ground as my legs automatically wrap around his waist. His lips fuse our mouths together in a fierce, punishing kiss. My breath catches in my throat, snatching the air from my lungs as we fight for dominance. Righteous wins the battle the minute he sucks my tongue like he needs it to keep breathing. The pounding in my chest should cause alarm, but I’m too far gone to try to calm myself down.
“Mm.” Righteous’s moan sounds guttural and sends shock waves throughout my body.
I nearly die from the sensation when Righteous releases my tongue and nibbles on my bottom lip. “Oh God.” My whimper is a mixture of pleading and appreciation of this moment.
Momentarily, Righteous rips his mouth from mine. His eyes pierce into mine communicating three things: Love. Devotion. Desire. My body shivers, and I subconsciously grind my pearl against his frame.
“Your little hot pussy is leaking all over my thighs, baby.” His voice is full of lust and unrestrained desire.
Unable to respond, I lay my head on Righteous’s chest, giggling slightly, feeling so much right now. I’m too old to be embarrassed and too turned on by his kiss to be apologetic.
“Whoa.” My arms wrap tighter around his neck when he lifts me higher to fumble with his pants. Seconds later, Righteous slams me down onto his hard, throbbing dick, causing the air to vacate my lungs. “Aaah.” My mouth hangs open on one syllable.
“Thank you for willingly accepting who I am.” Righteous grunts and lifts me up and down on his pulsing dick as he penetrates me with delicious strokes.
I feel weightless and like I’m floating on a cloud with every pump of his hips into my core. How Righteous can remain upright while holding and stroking me effortlessly should make him a nominee for thestroke game of the yearaward.I and my hot pussy would gladly vote for him, that’s for sure.
“Gotdamn. Your pussy is gripping the hell out of my dick.” Righteous’s eyes focus downward and look between the spaces where our bodies are connecting. “Look how well you coat my dick.”
“Oh myyy Godddd.” I pant breathlessly as Righteous pumps wildly into me.
The sensations flowing through my veins cause my eyes to flutter slowly. My hands grow moist from trying to hold on to Righteous and collide with the moisture that saturates his neck from his exertion.
“Nah, I’ll never be worthy enough to be called by His name.”
Righteous’s hands dig deeper into my ass when he slams me down harder onto him. This stroke makes my voice stall in my chest upon impact. I feel Righteous’s dick deep in my stomach, and it hurts so fucking good.
“What’s—my—fucking—name, Navae?” Righteous asks with a hard stroke for every word he punctuates slowly yet methodically.
“Right-Righteous,” I moan as my release surges to the surface, shooting out of me like a pressurized bottle.
“Damn.” Righteous groans before I feel the warmth of his release enter my tunnel.
My eyes are tightly shut as I try to still my spiraling heart thumping wildly in my chest cavity. Righteous’s heavy pants play a soundtrack against my neck while his hands reaffirm their grip on my body.
“Now that we’ve got this first one out of the way, let’s take this next one to the bed so we can be comfortable.” Righteous’s voice is a strained whisper before he walks the short distance.
Righteous gently lies me on the bed before he eases down my body with hunger in his eyes. A shiver slides down my back when he spreads my legs and dives in without a word.
“Shitt.” I cry and clamp my legs against his head as he alternates between sucking and biting my pearl.
