Page 55 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“Your room and board done expired weeks ago, Breasturant.” His jaw flexed as he stopped at the edge of the bed.

“I ain’t had to pay for pussy in a while… I guess I been on some celibate shit,” he continued.

I uncrossed my legs, rotated my neck, and kept my eyes on his tall frame.

“What that got to do with me?” I smirked.

Royal’s eyes boldly dropped down to my thighs again. He licked his bottom lip then tucked it in his mouth, saying nothing.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about kidnapping an innocent woman.” I shrugged my shoulders, hoping the movement relaxed me. “Got to be more careful next time… Too bad I actually ended up liking it here, so I’ve decided to extend my stay.” I mimicked him by licking my lips seductively then tucking my bottom lip into my mouth.

Royal frowned, his abs flexed, and lord have mercy… I shouldn’t have looked down… His dick. The thickness and length bulged out his sweats, making my nipples harden to aching points. My thoughts spiraled as his masculine, woodsy scent made me feel high on lust.

“Fuck all that, spread yo legs,” he demanded.

Heat flooded straight through me before I submitted by doing exactly what he demanded.

“Spread them mutha fucka’s wider and lay all the way back,” he continued eyes hooded and low as he eyed me intensely.

I laughed softly because after the long run of my own celibacy, I was willing and ready to give this man all I had to offer with no regrets. I was not about to play hard to get or act like my pussy hadn’t been a mess for weeks straight while he walked around his own house grumpy. Royal acted like he didn’t want some of this big girl pussy, like he was so annoyed with my presence but couldn’t keep his dark eyes from wandering my way in the midst of his so-called frustration of me being here.

“Why all of a sudden…” My words trailed as the bed dipped.

“Doesn’t matter… you finna put it in my mouth like it belongs to me.”

My pussy was on full display, the cool air in the room caressed it. The extra coldness pressed against my southern lips was very telling without me having to feel between my legs to know how wet I was. Royal was in dog mode as he loudly sniffed the air between us.

Before I could fully process all of what he was doing, he smacked his hand against my swollen lower lips. I squealed from the sharp sting then moaned sexily. His fat fingertips rubbed against my stiff clit with precision. It felt so good, I couldn’t help but to surrender and bend into his touch.

“I been tryna avoid this shit,” he grumbled out lowly, as his middle and index finger slid into my hot box. He twisted and wiggled them inside of me like he was searching for something that was the key to my hidden forbidden door.

Soon as he found my G-spot that hadn’t been activated in so long, he pressed his thumb against my bud and moved it from side to side.

“I can tell,” he grunted. “This pussy never had nobody tend and talk to it like I’m getting ready to.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah… that’s what all these niggas like to think. I thought inwardly, wanting to roll my eyes while still chasing the euphoric sensation of his rough fingers guiding me to delirium. Every part of my body ached for a release.

“Please don’t stop, Royal.” I slowly thrusted my hips forward.

The swell in my belly deflated as I took in harsh breaths. My hand grazed over my stiff nipples. I couldn’t help but to pinch one just to add a little pain to the overwhelming amount of pleasure zinging up and down my body.

“You just don’t know how sexy yo thick ass look… thick long ass legs spread open… this pussy crying for a nigga,” he whispered raspily, lowering himself without slowly his pace.

My pussy smacked against his fingers, making disrespectful noises. He inhaled me loudly then…

“Rooofffffff! Roooffff!” He growled and barked, sounding animalistic as hell.

I stifled my giggle followed by a moan; he devoured my pussy like a starved caveman.

“Thrust that pussy harder, try to drown a nigga,” he urged, slapping the side of my thigh.

He paused long enough to push the hood of my clit back. What thee fuck! My eyes widened. All of a sudden it felt like he was my gynecologist, inspecting my pussy. He grabbed my pulsing little nub between his thumb and index finger then squeezed tightly. My hypersensitive nerves damn near sent me off the bed. I screamed for mercy because how the fuck was this even possible?

“Ro-Rooooo⁠—”

He squeezed my clit tighter, cutting my words off with the pressure of his fingers. I arched off the bed like I was possessed, moaning while trying to scoot the hell away from the overwhelming sensations that jolted through my clit. It hurt painfully good. Too damn good. I panted as tears welled in my eyes. I pressed my hand at the edge of his forehead to push him back. He looked away from my clit and sneered sexily up at me.

“Pull them big ass titties out and lay yo ass the fuck back.” He pinched my clit harder.