Page 13 of A Don & His Doll

“Ughnnn,” she moaned, releasing again.

With low-set eyes, Monroe stood upright, still massaging Promises’ ass. “You ready for me to put this dick in you, Doll?”

“Yes, baby. I’m always ready to receive you.”

“How you want me to give you this dick?”

“Right here,” Promise pointed, sliding her plump ass on the table, spreading her legs wide enough for Monroe to fit between them, and slid what was left of her plate to the other side. “Then I want you to carry me to the elevator, and slow stroke me against the wall for the whole ride,” Promise said, drenching her fingers in her own essence. “Then hit it from the back with your hands around my neck,” she said before tasting herself.

Monroe examined Promises’ sopping wet pussy once more before closing the small space between them. Up and down. Round and round. He smeared the head of his dick in her wetness.

“Please, Monroe. I can’t take it anymore,” Promise told him, grabbing his dick, and guiding it to her slick tunnel.

Monroe wasted no time pushing deeply inside her tunnel. “Shit, Doll. You got some good ass pussy, you know that?”

“Yesss,” she answered truthfully, knowing she had that kryptonite snatch.

Monroe gripped her waist and stroked her pussy like his life depended on it. Slow and steady. Deep and powerfully. Making her feel him in her soul as he dug her out. He slipped into a trance listening to the conversation his dick and Promises’ pussy had as they connected on a soul level. It was so sacred neither of them had a big enough vocabulary to put the message into words. But, they felt it…They heard it, and the taste was sweeter than honey. Swerving his body around in circular motions as he sped his strokes up.

Promise wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist as he lifted her from the table, his dick still lodged deep in her pussy. Promise was so gone off the dick, she didn’t realize that Monroe had stepped into the elevator. All she knew was that when she opened her eyes again, Monroe was laying her down in the bed.

“Back that ass up, Doll,” Monroe commanded.

Promise quickly obliged, arching her back just how he liked it.

Monroe smacked her ass hard, then caressed the same spot he’d just smacked, but the way her essence oozed out of her was sexy as hell. Without hesitation, Monroe spread her ass cheeks and dived deeper, the curve of his dick tapping her g-spot with each stroke he took.

“Gotdamn, Doll. Pussy got a nigga weak. Love this shit, you hear me?”

“Yes, baby. It’s all for you,” Promise vulnerably confessed.

Monroe didn’t give verbal threats like you bet not give this pussy to no other nigga. He didn’t say shit like I’ll murk a mu’fucka if you even think about giving my shit away. He didn’t say that because he didn’t have to. He knew the way he did her body, she’d be a fool to entertain the thought of being with another nigga.

The way he touched her, and made her feel.

The way he listened, obeyed, and gave her body what it needed.

The way he fucked all that fear and anxiety away, and followed up with action, was some shit Monroe was confident another nigga would never be able to do.

“Cum, Doll!”

“Ughn!” She obeyed instantly.

“Fuck!” Monroe’s thighs tightened as he lightly choked her from behind.

They climaxed together.

Promise tightened her walls around his shaft, milking every ounce of his strength as he massaged her ass.

“Come on, Doll. Let’s get in the shower. We got a flight to catch.”

Cocooned slightly by the highest luxury threaded soft white sheets, Promise sat in the middle of a massive Alaskan King bed enjoying the serene, but tranquil views St. Tropez offered. The golden glow Promise woke up to as she sat in the center of the bed indian style was a beauty not many places offered. Living a luxury life wasn't something that Promise wasn’t privy to, but it was something she’d never taken lightly. She was humble and immensely grateful for the life God had blessed her with, and the fact that she got to share her world with Monroe was a bonus.

Palm Trees swayed gently in the distance.

Umbrella Pine Trees framed the horizon.

White sand melted into the clear turquoise water, seemingly stretching out into forever.