Page 26 of A Don & His Doll

Monroe chuckled, knowing his tongue had flipped the switch inside her pussy. He’d turned her into a certified nympho in minutes. “Say less, Doll,” he said, removing his sweats, then got back in bed with her.

Without hesitation, Promise kissed him passionately as she staddled him. The feel of Monroe bricking beneath her ass, unctioned her to grind on his dick. She reached down and used his dick to swipe across her slimy center. It was something about the way she smeared his dick in pussy that aroused him to the tenth degree, but when she made him disappear between the tightness of her plush walls…That shit had him gone.

“Gotdamn, Doll. Pussy warm as fuck. Shit,” Monroe hissed, cuffing both of her ass cheeks in the palm of his hands. “Pussy grippin’ like a mu’fucka.”

“Oh my God, Monroe… Baby,” Promise sang erotically as her head fell back in ecstasy as he filled her.

“Pussy feel too fuckin’ good,” he whispered while caressing her erect nipples, quickly following up with a rush of pleasure that helped her forget the pain from his long, heavy dick she’d just slid down. Monroe allowed her a moment to adjust to his dick as he rocked her back and forth slowly. “Let’s go, Doll. Ride that mu’fucka like you said you was gon’ do,” he said, reaching forward to grip her neck with one hand, and her waist with the other.

A shiver raced down her spine, and Promise was reminded that this was a ride she’d had loved since day one. She just could never get used to it because each time was different. Each encounter took her higher, making her dig deeper into her soul, surpassing pinnacles and peaks she never knew existed. That dick was everything. Had her seeing a new galaxy when she closed her eyes.

“Ssss,” she moaned, grinding as her clit kissed his dick with each movement she made.

“Look at me, Doll,” Monroe coached, inviting her into his soul, and meeting her in the middle with strokes that felt so fucking good. His long, heavy dick drove her wild, as Monroe found his way home in that good ass pussy. “That’s right…Grip that dick just like that,” he said, as Promise eased up and down his shaft, but the way she’d shifted, and turned around so she could ride him backwards had been unexpected.

Monroe smacked her ass and watched it move like a tidal wave in his hands. That shit was so captivating it made his head spin. Promise rode his dick like a pro, as Monroe lost his mind in her pussy. It was so fucking perfect. Between watching his dick as he plunged in and out of her pleasure, her ass as she bounced on his dick, and the way her homemade cream coated his shaft had him ready to bust.

“Get up, baby,” Monroe said lowly, giving her a gentle nudge, caressing her ass softly. “Lay back. Nigga wanna look at you.”

Promise didn’t trip because she knew the type of lover Monroe was. He was a pleaser, and he found satisfaction in bringing her ultimate pleasure. He took pride in learning her body, and he’d studied her reactions, and had fallen in love with watching her climax. She moved with trust written all over her body language as she eased onto her back, her eyes never leaving his. Monroe lifted her left leg, resting it in the crease of his arm as he entered her again. They were two addicts chasing a high that could only be found in one another.

“Monroe,” she breathed, her voice fragile, just above a whisper. “She’s so sensitive, baby,” Promise gasped as he delivered two deep, powerful strokes.

“I know, Doll,” he said, then parted her soft lips with his tongue. “This good ass snatch you got stay givin’ a nigga life,” he revealed. “I’on ever wanna live without you, Doll. Tell me you here to stay forever. I’on ask for much. Never needed much… But I need you,” he spoke into her ear.

“Yes, Monroe,” she promised, his voice pulling the sweetest surrender from her heart. “I’ll never leave your side. We were made for each other.”

Promise rewarded his dick as she came, reciprocating the same pleasure he’d poured into her. But, he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop yet. Monroe continued to peer deep into her eyes. Searching for more. Knowing he hadn’t stretched her far as she could go yet. Monroe was a patient lover. He was so mesmerized by Promises’ body as he pressed slow kisses to her collarbone, trailing down to her titties, but not once did he lose his rhythm. He had to establish a steady pace when lost inside her pleasure. Monroe was far from a boring lover. The slow dance he did inside Promises’ pussy wasn’t a simple two step… It was R&B, a little Jazz, and Rap combined, and the way he played her body like a fine tuned instrument had her out of her body, and landing somewhere beyond the stars.

“This pussy good as fuck, Doll,” Monroe proclaimed, feeling his nut rising. “Release it, baby. You know I got’chu.”

It was his voice. The way he commanded her. How he spoke to her heart, and sweet-talked her pussy was mindblowing. He ignited every sense she had, making it impossible for her body to deny him. Monroe made it impossible not to say yes. Promise knew what he was after, and she willingly succumbed to his pressure. She widened her legs into a chinese split as Monroe held himself up on her thighs. He crawled deeper, and deeper into the crevices of her pussy, massaging places that had never been touched.

“Monroe, I can’t take it anymore,” Promise breathed. Her pussy felt so fucking good, and she was so lost in euphoria she didn’t know what to do.

“Trust me, Doll,” Monroe said, applying more pressure, as he began beating her pussy into submission.

God, he beat her pussy so good.

“Ohh, babyyy,” Promise moaned, losing herself as she surrendered to the rush she felt building from her depths.

“Mhm…There it is. Give it to me. I want that shit so fuckin’ bad, Doll,” Monroe confessed, feeling the tsunami that was building in her pussy. He was more open in this moment than he’d ever been.

“Right there, baby. Ughn,” Promise moaned loudly as her body quaked…her body responding in ways she couldn’t control.

“Fuckk!” Monroe growled deeply, climaxing with Promise as she came hard on his dick.

No woman alive had ever pulled a nut out of him the way Promise had. Something had settled in his chest and refused to let go, as the intensity between them slowly softened, and their hearts raced in sync. Monroe rested his head in the nook of her neck while their hearts beat wildly together in the afterglow of the experience they had curated. The love they shared wasn’t meant to be tamed, or exist quietly. It didn’t know how to be cautious because it had always been free, and wherever they were it just simply followed them. They were out of fucking control.

Freedom had been a figment of imagination for years. When he was sentenced to life in prison, he never thought he’d see the light of day again. Getting a second chance at life wasn’t promised, and he never thought it’d happen. He was born into a life that forced him to take penitentiary chances every day, and the only thing that was sure was the grave or life in prison. Both were designed to be permanent, but it was his legacy, and all he knew. It was two o’clock in the morning, and Mitch was up drinking Hennessy Paradis, and vibing to Jay Z’s Diamonds Is Forever. He’d been out of prison for close to two weeks now, but true to his character, he’d been moving at his own pace. Being observant was one thing that came naturally if your last name was Black. Mitch had been away for a long time, and nothing was the same as it was when he’d received his sentence. He’d done well by staying up to date with the latest trends, news, and happenings around the world; but all that seemed like a smoke screen now that he was able to see for himself how people moved in real time. It was sobering.

One valuable lesson that Mitch would always remember was that life went on. He shook his head thinking about how much life had gone on without him. He’d got more pussy, and made more money than the law allowed when he was in prison. None of that meant anything in comparison to the time he’d lost away from his children who were now teenagers. He loved them purely. Many men come home to nothing when released from prison, but that wasn’t Mitch’s portion. He’d come home to an eight-bedroom mansion that his father had set up for him in case he got out early on good behavior. He also inherited more illegal and legal money than he could count, and several lucrative family businesses for him to oversee.

His father had been heavy on his mind since he’d been released, losing him while incarcerated was diabolical, and although he lived through it, he never really dealt with it. Prison was the wrong place to grieve, and Mitch wasn’t the type to display any form of weakness. Being home had allowed him moments of transparency as he processed the matters of his heart, and a sense of normalcy that he was beyond grateful for. But, money couldn’t erase regret, and one of the biggest regrets Mitch had in life was not being there for his father when he was diagnosed with cancer. There was always this lingering thought that if he was free, he would have been able to make his father fight harder. But deep down he knew… He knew it was out of his control. Some things just had to be left up to the powers that be.

Suddenly, Mitch remembered that he needed to go through the second black envelope that his father left for him. The first one entailed all the property deeds, Swiss bank accounts, and all his good connections that had been built during his tenure. His reach spanned continents. Mitch and Monroe knew about some of them, but this was a very detailed and structured blueprint that had proved valuable down through the years. He took another drink from the short glass of Hennessy, then retrieved the envelope from his desk. A letter from his father sat on top of his biopsy report, and some more shit he’d get to next.

Son,