Closing her eyes, Dior guided me inside of her. The warmth and wetness of her pussy made me close my eyes as I bit into my lower lip. I released a low grunt when her juices coated my dick. With both hands on her ass, I lifted my hips, hungry for my length to sink into her.
“Oh fuck baby, you’re so big,” she whimpered, pausing before every inch was inside.
“Na, you had all that fucking mouth, don’t stop now,” I grabbed her ass tight and pulled her down, sinking the remainder of my dick inside her pussy.
“Ahhhh, Buddha!” she cried out, her pretty face twisted in ecstasy mixed with a little pain.
“Yeahhhh, take this dick,” I said, manually bouncing her as she wrapped her legs and arms around me. Our bodies were pressed into each other’s as I fucked her with no mercy. Grabbing her neck, I forced her head down and kissed her roughly, biting into her lips as my tongue plunged in and out of her mouth.
I felt like I couldn’t control the lust I felt; it seemed as though my sexual urges couldn’t be quenched the deeper I thrust inside of Dior.
“Fuck this,” I said, grabbing her, flipping her onto her back because I wanted more. Switching positions, I sank between her legs, hoisted them up and sucked on her clit.
“Oh my G—” the rest of the work got lost in her throat as I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. My tongue movements reached Guinness World Record speed. I stopped only to spit on her clit and resumed, placing my thumb at her asshole, I gently rubbed it.
Dior began to whimper, her body shaking. She said my name and grabbed the back of my head as I felt her clit grow hard under my tongue. She screamed loud as fuck, loud enough that I was sure the occupants of the other room heard.
“Mmmmm,” I groaned as I drank and slurped every last drop of her juices. Holding her shaking legs, I parted her butt cheeks and ran my tongue in one swift movement over her asshole before changing positions again. Grabbing my dick, I looked down at Dior and smiled. She looked as though she was about to pass the fuck out.
I couldn’t have that happening. Slamming inside of her, she cursed as I moved my hips back and forth. I knew I wasn’t about to last very long; I missed my fucking wife too much.
I slowed down my thrusts and looked down at her, and she looked up at me. Something different happened at that very moment. If I were asked to explain it, I couldn’t. All I knew was that my heart felt heavy, and my lungs hurt when I breathed. Dior reached up and toyed with my hair as she stared at me.
“Phillipe,” she said, using my government for the first time when we had sex.
“Fuckkkk,” I grunted, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I sucked on her skin as my lower stomach tightened. I shut my eyes as I felt my first release shoot out of me.
“Ssss,” I hissed as my lower half jerked. Dior hugged me closer, accepting my cum as it ran its course inside her. I caressed her face as I bit into her shoulder.
“I love you.”
Those three words snuck up on me. I had no idea where they came from, and I wasn’t even thinking them, so I was just as surprised as her when the words passed my lips.
“I love you too,” Dior answered with no hesitation. My heart exploded then. Shifting a little so my body weight wasn’t crushing her ribs, I hugged her closer as I shut my eyes. I didn’t know about a lot of things, but one thing I knew for sure was this woman right here, I’d kill anybody for. Bring them back to life just to kill them again!
Chapter Nine- Dior
I had never been this geeked before. Buddha held on to my hand tight as hell; it was almost as if he was scared I would run off and act a fool in this car dealership.
“What about this?” Buddha asked, pointing at the Navy blue Lexus. I stared long and hard at it, then shook my head.
“Nah, I don’t feel like this is the one,” I told him. Releasing a frustrated air, Buddha looked at me as though he regretted my very existence. This was the fourth car he’d shown me since we got here, and it still didn’t feel right.
“You’re stressing me the fuck out,” Buddha grumbled, letting my hand go. I smiled at him because the realization that I loved him was wild. Hearing Buddha say those words yesterday at the hotel after we had sex was so trippy. For the remainder of the day, I smiled so hard. Shit, as a matter of fact, I wanted to live in his skin all day. He couldn’t do shit without me being right on his ass. Every time Buddha turned around, I was right there. He even stepped on my foot a couple of times, until he told me I was worse than a fucking tick.
“Maybe I can show your wife a new series we received only two days ago,” the salesman, Michael, interjected. He had been assisting us and was probably tired of me, just as Buddha was.
“Sure, what is it?” I asked, turning to him, praying that he would show me something I would finally like.
“It’s just over this way,” he said, picking up the pace as he led us to the vehicle he was referring to.
“This is the 2024 Porsche Macan. It’s a cross between an SUV and a sports model. This is the only one we got in this burnt orange color. Inside is extremely roomy, and it also comes with a sunroof feature. This particular Porsche is very popular amongfemales.” Michael opened the driver’s door so I could have a look inside.
I released Buddha’s hand as I smiled. This is it, this is the one. I paid close attention to Michael as he showed and explained all the features of this SUV. When he was done, I turned to Buddha with a broad smile on my face.
“You like this one?” He asked me.
I nodded enthusiastically as I clasped my hands, waiting to hear whether he’d get it for me.
