32. Blair
Blair
We danced on that beach until the early morning and fell asleep across the bed. I was prepared to sleep in bed all day, but Quasim had other plans. He packed us a small bag and we caught a quick flight to Antigua.
When we arrived at our overwater bungalow, we were too tired. I ordered some room service to our bungalow, we ate and then showered before going to sleep. We turned the air conditioning up and cuddled up in the bed together before falling asleep. My body was sore from dancing and having the time of our lives.
I held onto him as he softly snored in my ear, and the bungalow was dark. You couldn’t see anything because it was night, and we had slept the day away. Reaching over, I looked at his phone before laying back down on his chest.
“We need to feed my baby, Anjo.” He answered, never opening his eyes.
He pulled me tighter into him and kissed my head. “Good, because I am starving.”
I kissed his lips and looked at him. “You think Elijah is okay?”
“Baby, he’s fine. I talked to him the night before and told him about it. When he knows ahead of time, I think he does better. When you started packing his clothes, he panicked… we have to be more careful and aware of his feelings.”
“Skyler gave me a therapist and I think I am going to book her for him. He needs a professional, and we can’t be that for him.”
“I can sit in there with him? I’m not feeling him being around anybody that’s not family, my love.”
“Yes, we can feel her out for the first sessions, then we have to let him do it alone. Just want to do what’s right for him… nobody ever did what was right for him.”
He kissed my head. “I know.”
We took another shower together before we took a taxi into town and had dinner at a local restaurant. I sat at the high-top table, watching Simmy look over the menu, while I popped the Tamarind balls the server put on our table when we arrived, into my mouth.
“How you feeling, baby?”
I chewed the ball and smiled at him. “Sore and tired… but I can’t complain. How are you feeling?”
“Blessed, my love.”
He looked down at his phone and jaw flexed. “Tell me.”
I watched as he tried to shake it off, to avoid having to tell me. “Not going to ruin our time. We only have a few days here, and I want us to have a good time.”
“Quasim,” I repeated.
“Berkeley is missing.”
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my stomach because I had an unsettled feeling. “We told her not to do it.”
“Salah just texted me that she been missing, and he usually know how to find her when she call herself going undercover. He has a few leads, and then he gonna hit me and let me know.”
“Maybe she is just really undercover…. You know when journalists go undercover, they go all the way in.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He kissed my hands, as he drank his rum punch.
I wished like hell that I could taste it because I had watched Sim enough to know when a drink was strong enough to his liking. Anytime he tasted it and then pulled back to look at the cup, that meant it was as strong as he loved them.
“The way our family came together for our wedding. I cannot believe they did that for us.” Every time I thought about walking down the aisle, the attention to detail, I couldn’t help but feel how much they loved us to know what we would like. “The sunflowers were my favorite. Papa told me that you wanted that for me.”
“You’re my sun, so it made sense to have sunflowers as you walked down to me.” He kissed my hands again.
I looked down at our hands and then up at him. “You still holding out on me? Holding an attitude?”
He smirked. “Nah. I’m just waiting for you to finish what you started. What you telling me, Mrs. Inferno? I’ll leave this fucking drink right here.”
Food wasn’t my worry anymore. I wanted my husband, like I had wanted him the minute he stepped off that jet and made it back to me.
He slid money onto the table and then helped me down from the high-top chair. Holding my hand, he pulled me behind him as we made our way to our awaiting cab that the resort provided. He pulled me in front of him, and I slid into the back seat as he told the driver to take us back to our bungalow.
Kissing his lips, I rubbed his thigh as he sucked on my lip. The driver was trying hard not to look in the back, because I was about to rip this dress I wore off and take him down back here. I wanted him.
No. I needed him.
Food could wait, I needed this more. My body craved this man’s touch. I couldn’t think of what life was before this man started dropping dick off inside of me.
How was I surviving, walking around with a smile, or doing everyday things? I licked his lips, as he kissed my neck, and rubbed my ass through the dress.
The ride back to the resort felt like hours when it was only ten minutes away. We exited the car, Quasim handed him a tip, and we walked to our bungalow. Quasim pushed me up against the railing, and sucked on my lips as his fingers found their way into my pussy.
“Fuck, you wet, baby… gotta handle that.” He picked me up and carried me the rest of the way, struggling with the keycard in the process. “I’m about to fuck you on this porch, Anjo… get this door opened.”
As he held me, I took the keycard and the green light finally blinked. He rushed us through the door, slamming it behind us. He carried me through the bungalow, bypassing the bedroom, while I sucked on his neck the entire time
He held me as he opened one of the sliding doors and put me on the day bed that faced the water. It was dark now, and our bungalow faced the ocean, so there was no one around us. I watched him as he took me in with this look in his eyes.
“Mrs. Inferno, you got panties on under that dress?”
I bit down on my bottom lip as I stared straight at him. “Why you asking questions you know the answers to, Quasim?”
His eyebrow raised. “Nah, I ain’t hear you correctly.”
He walked over toward the bed, leaned over and kissed me sloppily on the lips. I leaned my head and yelped when he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I lifted my arms up as he took my dress off and I sat on the bed with no bra on and a thong.
I moaned when I felt his hands caress my inner thigh and make their way up to my pussy. He dipped his fingers in like a honey pot and licked them while staring at me. “You’re leaking, my love.”
“For you… I wanted you since I walked down the aisle,” I moaned, as he continued to play with me while staring down into my eyes.
My back arched in pleasure and then he stopped, forcing my eyes open, and he had that sexy ass smirk on his face. “Didn’t I tell you that I run shit in here? Out there, you can tell me to go to hell, and I’m gonna go because that’s what you asked… when I have your body, I’m in charge, right?”
“Uh hmm,” I moaned as I maneuvered my hands down below and picked up where he left off because he was so handsome. My body wanted him, and my girl was pouring out because she wanted to feel him.
“I told you to touch yourself? I said that, love?”
“Nooo,” I didn’t stop, so he took my hand, and replaced it with his.
“Feel good, huh?”
“Yes, please don’t stop…”
“You gotta make up for what you did, baby.”
I was about to pass out if he withheld dick like in Bali, I needed this so bad that I would call room service for a plier, if he wanted the damn tooth again. “What do I have to do, baby?”
He slurped all my juices, teasing me while staring right at me. I was trying to run because my back felt like it was having a spasm with the amount of chill that was coming up it. Quasim backed up, and pulled his linen pants down, looking at me.
“Come finish sucking this dick, my love… show me that you sorry for leaving me hanging.” He stood there, and my mouth watered.
I crawled across the bed until I was right in front of him, sucking on his lips and tasting myself on him. “Can I touch it, King?”
He sucked on my lips as my hands stretched out his waist band, and he sucked on my tongue. I removed his dick from his briefs and then lowered myself until I was eye to eye with my favorite thing.
If I wasn’t crazy, I would probably enter his tool into a contest, because it was that damn beautiful. He knew it as he slapped it against my lips, and I opened my mouth to welcome him in. Nibbling on the head, his favorite part.
I could see him tense up as he stared down at me, knowing that he wanted to fold. There was this power dynamic where Sim wore the pants in here, and I loved it. However, I enjoyed watching him fold, too.
When that grunt became louder, or he called my name, and the grip on my hair became tighter. Those were all signs that I was doing what he liked, and he was close to breaking. There was this power that I enjoyed having over him every once in a while.
He could dominate the bedroom, but every once in a while, I loved to remind him that I could bring him to his knees, like he could do the same to me. Every inch I welcomed, I felt his hand on my head, and the grip that he had on my hair.
“Choking, my love… I wanna hear you choking on me.”
My eyes watered as I took more of him into my mouth, choking while drool and spit fell from the side of my mouth. I stared back up at him, as he held my chin up with his dick still inside of my mouth. Like he was proud, he massaged the precum and drool into my chin, while I pulled him out of my mouth and kissed the shaft.
Taking hold of his dick, I slapped it against my mouth as I licked the precum that dripped from the tip. “Who yo fucking king, Blair?”
My mouth was full as I tried to speak. “You, baby,” I gargled, barely audible because I was sucking my favorite lollipop.
“I don’t hear you, my love… dick got your tongue?” He asked.
Pushing him deeper, I gagged, and he held my head as he hissed. I pulled him out and sucked on his balls, while staring right into his eyes. He was losing his balance as I continued to suck him while massaging his balls.
He popped his dick out my mouth and pushed me back on the bed, knowing that I had him. “Who told you to suck dick that good, my love?” He snarled, as he kissed my lips, and opened my legs.
He slid inside of me, and I felt like I was finally getting fully charged. Every time he pulled out of me; my battery went out and the only time I was fully charged was when King was inside of me.
Sim pulled out, and then pushed back inside of me, then pulled out again, slapping his dick on my pussy while I was screaming for him to put it back. “Put it back inside of me, baby… please.”
He slapped it again.
Each slap felt like a whip hitting the skin, because my body needed this. He bit down on his bottom lip as he watched me squirm and beg for him to put it back in. “You telling me what to do, baby?”
“No, King… I want you so much, baby.” My hands found their way to my down below, and I played with myself as he watched me.
His eyes were low as he smeared his dick and precum in my pussy while I continued to rub myself. His dick rubbed my fingers as I continued, my breath caught in my chest. He started jerking himself as he watched me until he had enough and mounted me, shoving himself inside of me. His soft kisses sent goosebumps up my skin as I felt him in and out, his hips moving while my legs wrapped around him.
“This what you wanted, my love… wanted this inside of you,” he said between the kisses he placed on my lips.
My mouth was agape, as I was taking it. “Yes, King, I wanted you so bad.”
I went from my legs being wrapped around him to now being wide open as he delivered slow strokes while kissing my lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth as I sucked on it, and he continued without breaking his stride.
Then he delivered a final kiss on the lips, lifted up, and pulled me down toward him. I was halfway on the bed, and the other half was on him as he held my waist and slammed me into him while I screamed.
“Uhh hmmmmm, harder, please.”
His hands became tighter on my waist as he continued to slam me into him. Putting his hands behind my back, he held my full weight as he sat in the middle of the bed, and I bounced up and down while holding his neck.
Quasim took a handful of my ass and squeezed it while slamming me down on him. “You be lasting longer baby… be taking your dick good… be making me proud.”
“I…I do?” I answered while holding onto his neck.
He kissed my lips. “Yeah… make me cum, Queen.”
It was when he called me Queen, something activated in my body. He laid flat, and I held onto his chest, and I bounced up and down on him. Lifting all the way up and teasing the tip of his dick while he held me.
“You gonna make me nut, baby… fuck.” He groaned out and slapped my ass hard. Every time he slapped my ass, that shit made me leak even more.
“Nut for me, King… I want you to fill me up.”
He lifted his head as I continued to ride him, and he held my hips. “I’m almost there… I’m right there… fuck, Anjo… shit…fuck me harder.” He demanded and I went harder while he squeezed my ass. “Tell me who yo king… I need to hear it.”
“You are my king, Simmy… mine only,” I screamed out while I felt myself about to cum. My body became hot, and both of our bodies tensed up at the same time. His hand became tighter on my ass, and his grunts were softer in my ear. “You so fucking beautiful, baby… sexy fucking ass.”
“Cum for me, King… do it for me,” I slowed my pace because I learned him, and knew he was there. He was right there, and I needed to feel his dick releasing inside of me.
We both became tense and froze at the same time and he leaned, wrapping his arms around me as he kissed my shoulder. I could feel his dick pulsating inside of me, as he kissed down to my breasts while I held onto him. I felt the breeze caress our bodies, reminding me that we were outside.
“I fucking love you, Blair.”
Kissing his lips, I held his face in my hands. “I love you, Quasim.