Page 90 of A Don & His Doll

“Fuckin’ right, Doll. Talk slick to that bad mu’fucka,” Monroe said, pumping his dick deeper into her mouth.

Opening her mouth wider and did that swivel with her tongue, while reaching forward to manipulate his balls softly. Promise blew his mind with the simple things she did, and snatched his soul every time with her ability to master his body without having to be coached.

“Shit, Doll,” Monroe said, pulling back. “Come ride this dick,” he said, helping her stand, guiding her back to the built-in, marble shower bench.

The coldness of the shower bench seeped into his skin as he sat down and welcomed Promise onto his lap. Promise straddled him, slowly sliding down his thick length while capturing his mouth in a deep kiss that was both unhurried and unruly. Their tongues met with familiar hunger, each slow sweep spiked her inner freak as she rode him. They were two addicts chasing a high they’d never come down from.

Reaching forward, Monroe grabbed two handfuls of her plump ass cheeks, opening them wider as he met her in the middle with those deep strokes that kept her begging for more.

“Dangerous ass pussy… Make no fuckin’ sense,” Monroe said, hitting her pussy with so much passion, so much love they translated to a realm so pure… so heavenly there was no doubt–they’d be different when they came back down to earth.

“Oh, baby,” Promise rasped softly. “I’m about to cum,” she warmed, grinding deeper.

Monroe protectively wrapped one arm around her back, then pushed back slightly, meeting her slick, swollen clit with his thumb.

“Ughn!” She moaned and shivered from the pleasure Monroe transferred to her body.

“I got you, Doll,” Monroe promised her. “Baptise this dick,” he said, already converted, and convinced that there was something embedded in her waters because the way her essence flooded him had him entranced.

Monroe held Promise close as they climaxed together, the steady flow of warm water hitting Promise’s back and the front of Monroe’s legs slowly snatched them back down to earth.

Three Hours Later…

It was a beautiful day in New York as Monroe switched lanes on the four-lane highway with his hand clasped tightly with Promise. Plies’ U Ain’t Regular thumped through the speakers of Monroe’s Bugatti when suddenly he decided it was the right time for Promise to meet his daughter. The thought had crossed his mind a time or two, but he’d dismissed it because the time wasn’t right. It probably never would be, but Monroe was a man who controlled the narrative. It was important for him to see how Monae would take to Promise, he wanted to feel how or if the energy would shift lower when Promise and Sienna occupied the same space. Monroe got off at the next exit going towards Brooklyn.

“Where you going, babe?” Promise asked, noticing that he’d taken the wrong exit.

“Just ride, Doll,” Monroe stated with a smirk. “I gotta make a quick detour,” he said, turning up the music a few notches, silently communicating that he didn’t want to answer any more questions.

Promise smiled and shook her head. “I hope it’s gone be quick because I’m hungry.”

Monroe laughed. “I’ma feed you, chill.”

Promise sat back and enjoyed the ride as Monroe drove above the speed limit, swerved through lanes, and kissed the top of her hand repeatedly. Their balance had returned, and they’d gotten back to them. Monroe’s affection and love had grounded Promise, and in moments like this when she thought she couldn’t love him any more than she already had–she fell deeper. The cars, buildings, businesses, and houses had all gone by in a blur because Promise had slipped deep into the haven of her thoughts about the future she and her man were back building. The feeling of being loved and chosen was in a lane of its own.

However, the second Monroe turned into a community with newly developed homes, Promise turned to face him, not knowing what to expect. “Who lives over here?” Promise asked casually.

Monroe continued to look forward until he shifted his car to park. “This is the house I bought for Monae and her mother,” he said, like it was a small gesture.

Promise nodded because Monroe had run it by her before he did it, but she hadn’t paid attention to the details. She understood that he’d done it because his daughter deserved to live just as comfortably as he did, even when she wasn’t with him. She also knew that with all the damage Macie had done, this house was the least Monroe could do for Sienna to give her a little peace too.

“I want you to meet Monae and Sienna,” Monroe stated with a solemn expression.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before we left the house?” Promise quizzed, suddenly feeling the need to be perfect.

“It wasn’t planned,” he told her truthfully. “I decided when I took the exit to Brooklyn.”

Promise didn’t respond. Just sat there, gazing at the front door.

“Look at me,” Monroe said, caressing the top of her hand.

Promise reluctantly obliged.

“You said you would accept her like she was yours,” Monroe reminded her. “I need you to prove it, ‘cause I’m all in wit’chu, but I’m all in wit’ her too.”

“It’s not that I didn’t mean what I said, Monroe,” Promise replied softly. “I just don’t like being caught off guard. The first impression your daughter has of me wasn’t a good one. I just–”

“Wanted some shit that wasn’t real?” Monroe shot.