Page 12 of A Don & His Doll

“Hell yea it is,” Monroe cockily agreed, knowing he wasn’t going to hear much else from Promise until she was full.

Every step he had taken to make his woman happy had been well worth the happiness expressed in her features and body language. It was moments like this that reminded Monroe of how much he enjoyed spoiling his woman. It was a retreat from the street life that he led, and allowed him a chance to tap into parts of himself that a lot of men were afraid to show because of how vulnerable it made them. Monroe embraced it because every inch of his heart trusted Promise.

“You wanna take a trip with me?” Monroe blurted out of nowhere.

Promise stopped chewing, and looked up with widened eyes. “A trip?” She repeated. “Where?”

“St. Tropez,” he casually stated.

“When?” Promise dropped her fork and asked.

“Tonight,” Monroe told her. “We leave in three hours.”

“Okay, let me wash these dishes, and pack a-”

“Come here,” Monroe commanded lowly.

Promise rose from her seat without hesitation, obliging his request, knowing not to keep him waiting. Straddling his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes as he rested his head against the back of the chair. His hands eased over her hips, then lowered so he could caress her round ass slowly. No immediate words passed between them, he just needed her closer as he admired her. There were a lot of beautiful women in the world, but not many had that natural, doll-like beauty. Smooth skin, full heart-shaped lips, alluring but innocent soft brown eyes, and thick, long, silky tresses that drove Monroe wild every time he ran his fingers through it. He could be deep inside her pussy or simply sitting beside her, it didn’t matter because the effect she had on him was always the same. She was flawless, and he needed to touch her. Needed to be closer.

“You mean more to me than the breath in my body. Money and material shit don’t mean nothin’ to me, but you,” Monroe paused for a moment and bore deeper into Promises’ eyes. It was almost like he was getting high as he spoke to her, the way he inhaled and exhaled was liberating for both of them. “You can’t be replaced, doll. You ain’t never asked a nigga for shit. Ain’t never required nothing beyond my heart, and even that wasn’t a verbal request. All a nigga really wanna do is be wit’chu. Share time, space, and everything good this life has to offer. I can afford to give you the best of me, and nothing in this world is off limits for you. Just keep your hand in mine, and I got you.”

Promises’ heart sunk not because she was sad, but because the weight of his words made her weak in all the right ways. She pressed her lips against his, knowing he stood ten toes down when it came to keeping his word, and his ability to go beyond the call of duty when it came to her should’ve been studied. The energy between them was so intensely passionate they couldn’t resist the urge to go deeper.

Before the kiss deepened, Monroe leaned forward, removed his shirt, but never took his eyes off Promise. She slid off his lap, removed her shirt, then slowly unbuttoned her pants after taking her shoes off.

“Pretty ass pussy,” Monroe murmured, his eyes honing in on her freshly waxed pussy, that showcased the tattooed M on the center of its face.

Promise took her time, and Monroe enjoyed the show. With his teeth clenched, his eyes roamed her body as he unbuckled his belt, eased his zipper down, and removed his pants and boxers simultaneously. Kicking his clothes to the side, he leaned back and relaxed his hands on the arms of the chair. Promise stepped out of her thong, and stepped forward, but her eyes were distracted as she watched Monroe’s dick swell right before her. Never in her life had she witnessed a dick so fanciable… so fucking irresistible. Monroe’s dick was a work of art, and that deep ass curve was so smooth; Promise couldn’t wait for him to push it inside of her. As a matter of fact, her pussy anticipated his entrance so bad her body trembled unapologetically as her secretions spilled down her thick thighs.

The way Promise gazed at his pole commanded the beast in him to relax and let her do her thing. The shit was mesmerizing as fuck to watch her as she exuded lioness energy right before his very eyes. He loved that shit more than she realized. How she could be soft, territorial, feisty, and sexy as hell all at once; he’d never know. That’s why no one in the world could convince him that he hadn’t won the greatest prize in life.

“Wait a minute, ma,” Monroe protested, studying her closely, like her body was relaying a secret.

Monroe gave her thigh a firm smack, a silent cue for her to lift her leg to his side. The sight of her pussy glistening with her essence was hypnotizing. Slowly, he reached forward to play with her swollen clit.

“Ssss,” Promise moaned, reaching forward to hold Monroe’s shoulder for support.

“Shit,” Monroe hissed. “Pussy wet as fuck,” he murmured as her juices dripped down his fingers like water. “Damn, Doll. Spread them thighs wider. Let a nigga get a better view,” he commanded, licking his fingers.

Following up quickly, Monroe leaned in as he strummed her pussy like a guitar. Monroe had her right where he wanted her–on the edge. He rubbed softly on her sensitive nub with his thumb, while his middle finger worked past her fat pussy lips, entering her with urgency.

“Fuck, babyyy,” Promise moaned.

“That’s right, my baby. Let that nut go,” he said, replacing his thumb with his silver tongue, while gliding his middle finger in and out of her gushy mound.

“Ohhhh shit, baby. I’m cummingggg,” Promise screamed and creamed at the same time.

Monroe continued to swipe his tongue over her clit, while massaging her walls with his finger until he felt her body calm down.

“Mhm,” he said, rising from his seat, and pulling Promise into his arms.

He kissed her passionately, then worked his way down to her neck, while skillfully toying with her tightened nipples that begged to be sucked and lightly nibbled on. Monroe was the right nigga for the job as he instinctively squeezed her ass, and ducked lower to give her titties the attention they begged for.

Promise stood on wobbly legs, caressing Monroe’s back as he lightly nibbled and sucked her brown areolas.

“Mmm… Baby, I’m finna cum again.”

“Get that shit, doll,” he said, flicking his tongue against her stiffened nipples.