I tossed my hair from side to side as he went balls deep inside me. As brutal as it sounded, the multiple, back-spasming orgasms he rained down on me felt heavenly. Hendrix pulled me back into the bedroom and flipped me upside down so that he could eat my pussy standing up. He locked his strong arms around my waist and buried his tongue inside me.
“Oooooh shit, Hendrix! Yesssss!” I screamed, sucking in air through my teeth and popping my pussy against his face.
Moments later, I lathered up his hard dick with fresh spit and jacked him off before we switched into a new position back on the bed.
“You want me to pound that pussy?” he asked, pulling me on top of him and thrusting back inside me.
“Ah shit. Yes!” I cried out.
His sweat-sheened abs flexed as he bucked upwards into me while tugging at my nipples. My neck flew back in ecstasy as the tips of my braids swayed against my ass. Hendrix leaned forward and hooked his tongue around my bouncing nipples as I galloped against him.
“Ooh shit,” he groaned, tossing his head back against the headboard. “Yeah, that’s it right there. Ride this fuckin’ dick.”
His grip got tighter as he thrusted harder inside me until we climaxed in unison. Our chests rose and fell rapidly as we crashed against the sticky, wet sheets. I lazily let my head crash against his torso. “Damn.” I sighed. “That was?—”
“Fuckin’ amazing,” he answered, completing my sentence.
“I think I want some more…”
“Good, because I’ve got plans to fuck your beautiful ass all over this fuckin’ house tonight,” he avowed.
thirteen
. . .
Day Six
Hendrix
I’d spent the past eight hours buried deep inside Cassidy and being around her had become second nature to me. She had a nigga hooked. We’d gone four rounds back-to-back, and I still hadn’t fully decided if I was suffering from a judgment lapse or if Cassidy Stokes was just what the doctor ordered. Whatever it was, the pussy was too damn good to have any regrets the morning after.
I glanced down at the Gucci watch adorning my wrist. “How much longer are you going to take getting ready!” I yelled at Cassidy, who had barricaded herself inside the bathroom for the past hour.
“You can’t rush perfection,” she replied.
I smirked and decided to take a few puffs of my cigar and fix myself a drink while I waited. The longer she made me wait, the more impatient I got. I debated on whether to barge back inside her room and drag her to Lauryn’s birthday dinner kicking and screaming. Just as I finished my drink and sat the brandy glass on the countertop, I heard the clicking of heels behind me. I turned around to see Cassidy looking like the portraitof beauty in a signature black dress. I couldn’t help but stare. Cassidy’s honey brown skin glowed as she flashed a flirtatious smile at me. She wore her long braids in a high donut bun, as her blue feather earrings brushed against her collarbone. Her aura had captured the attention of my senses, both sight and scent, and damn near had me drooling.
I stroked my beard as my mouth tightened slightly. “Damn,” I mumbled, soaking her in from head to toe.
“Was it worth the wait?” she inquired.
“Was what worth the wait?”
“Me.”
“Oh, most definitely.”
She flashed me a grin before turning her back to me. “Thank you. Can you finish zipping me up?”
I looked down to see she was wearing matching bra and panties underneath. My teeth grazed my bottom lips as I pictured her limbs entwined around my waist and my tongue buried between the thighs that were poking out of her dress and begging for my attention. I wanted to lick her down to the bone.
“You sure you don’t wanna skip dinner?” I asked, toying with her dress zipper.
She turned her neck in my direction, revealing the canopy of long false lashes covering her eyes. “Hendrix, I can feel you undressing me with my clothes on. Just zip my dress, or we’re gonna be late!”
I cinched my arms around her waist as my fingers roamed over her hips. “We already late, so what’s the rush now?”
“We’re going to be even later!”
