We sat down and started eating and drinking too much.
“So you a gold digger and only here because I’m a rich nigga now, or you really here to give this a shot?”
He folded his arms, smirked.
“It’s not what you think.” I sipped my drink.
“Well, what is it?”
“I was pregnant back then and in an abusive relationship. That’s the truth. My son is 10 now. I live for him, not a man.”
“Still doesn’t mean you ain’t here for money.”
“I’m not here for money, I’m here for what you looking for.”
He raised his eyebrow. “And what am I looking for?” he challenged.
“What your sister said… loyalty, somebody that ain’t white, not a groupie, and a female that knows her worth.”
He chuckled as he stood up. My heart began to race as he approached me. He stood in front of me and gently lifted my chin.
“That’s what you think I’m looking for?” he gazed in my eyes.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“No,” he replied, slightly aggressive.
He grabbed my hand and made me rub his manhood. I rubbed it, and he started growing.
“I need a woman that can take it.”
“I can take it.”
He chuckled. “Let’s see.”
I knew what that meant, so I pulled his dick out. It was long, thick, chocolate, and clean. My mouth watered before I even deep-throated him.
“Don’t be shy wit it, Na-Na,” he uttered, grabbing my hair and guiding me. I was drunk, so I got loose.
I heard him grunt, then he told Siri to play music.Moistby Janet Jackson started playing. The moment went from me just sucking his dick to him fucking my mouth. I was gagging and moaning while he had his eyes closed.
“Don’t throw up on it, my wifey can’t do that.”
He took his dick out my mouth and tapped it on my lips. My eyes were watery, nose running, makeup smeared. He smirked.
“You sexy, ma.”
I looked up at him. “I got condoms in my bag.”
He chuckled. “I got my own.”
He left, giving me enough time to slip off my dress. By the time he came back, I was sitting on a barstool, taking off the rest of my makeup. I looked at him. He was naked, rock hard, and already had the condom on. His body was sexy, athletic, built to match his height. I set the mirror down and sighed, praying I was ready.
God, please don’t let me go dumb over this man after this,I thought to myself.
He grabbed the rest of his cognac from the table, downed it, then walked to me. With no words, he lifted my legs. I reached for the edge of the table when he dived into my pussy, swirling his tongue around my waxed lips. I moaned and used my free hand to grab his head. I hadn’t had sex in a month, so feeling his tongue on my clit had me excited. He didn’t stay down long, though. Just enough to get me wet.
I thought he was going to take me to the bed or the couch, but he folded me up on the barstool and slid inside me slowly.I moaned as he started stroking me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and watched him go into a trance. He started putting in work, going deep. His stamina was on point, but I could tell he was drunk by the shit he was whispering to me. All I heard as he kissed me, head resting on my forehead?—
