7. 2
“Did I fulfill the obligations of my bet?” she asked.
I danced my head side to side a few times, and she giggled.
“I’ll let you off the hook if you tell me what you want.”
Mia’s head jerked backward.
“I’m not following.”
I rested my arm on the steering wheel and stared into her pretty brown eyes.
“I want you to lie back on the bed and allow me to watch your hand rub up and down your clit. When you are about to come, I’m going to take over. Because your creamy wet fillings belong on my tongue and my dick. I’m going to kneel and pull your clit into my mouth. And you will watch and enjoy it. After you come back down to earth, I’m going to climb in between those thick thighs. You’re going to push me inside your opening and tell me you’re mine. I will not stop until you make me promises you plan to renege on later. However, you will be held to those words. Be mindful of what you say, Mia.”
Mia’s face traveled through a round of emotions as I laid out how I planned to please her, and how she would willingly participate.
“Now, Mia, tell me what you want,” I asked.
Observing her mouth opening and closing twice amused me.
The sound of her struggling to swallow hardened my dick.
“I want...”
Mia paused.
“You want what, Mia?” I encouraged her to continue, lifting her hand to my mouth.
She watched as I kissed her skin.
“What you said,” she whispered, and I shook my head no.
“Tell me what I said,” I encouraged.
Again, she swallowed hard, then extended her tongue across her top lip, leaving behind a glossy shine.
“You want me to put on a show while you watch me play with myself. After I cum, you are going to push my fingers away and suck my juices. Then you’re going to fuck me until I lie to you.”
I caressed her cheek with my thumb.
“Do you think you can handle it?” I asked.
“Marcus, you will be surprised at the things I can handle,” she whispered back.
We exited the car, and she led me through her house and into her bedroom.
I watched her remove her purse and earrings as I admired her round ass.
She turned to me and smiled before circling me to shut the door.
By the time she turned around, I had removed the remaining space and left her back pinned against the wall.
“You are beyond beautiful,” I said before I hovered over her lips and pulled her tongue inside my mouth.
The taste of her lip gloss and saliva hardened my dick.
Our tongues continued to tangle as my hands found her neck.
She adjusted to give me more access.
“You enjoy me telling you what to do. Don’t you?” I said with my mouth inches away from her lips.
“Keep this energy when I’m inside this pussy,” I said, and she smirked.
My hands traveled to her breast, and I circled her hard nipple with my thumb.
She moaned as my lips greeted her neck.
I pinched a bit of her skin and she whimpered, “Yesss.”
Mia was going to be my freak for a lifetime, even though she thought this was a one-night stand.
“Open your eyes,” I demanded and her browns landed on me.
“Why do you still have on clothes?” I questioned, and she released a slow, steady breath.
Mia tried to move away, but I blocked her path with my hand and stepped back.
With my finger, I waved my hand up and down her body.
“Naked,” I requested.
She smiled as she kicked off her shoes.
Mia gripped the brim of her black shirt and pulled it above her head.
She exposed her pecan brown breasts caged in a purple lace bra.
The nipples protruding through the lace had my heart racing.
Unzipping her pants, I discovered she wore semi-lace purple panties.
I’m going to punish her for trying to hide her pudge behind those jeans.
If she knew how it turned me on, she wouldn’t wear clothes.
Mia paused, not fully following my directions.
“I said naked,” I reminded, and she chuckled
Placing her hands behind her back, her bra strap loosened, and soon after, bare breasts greeted me.
The sight of those well-kept nipples watered my mouth.
Next, her panties hit the floor.
I wanted to pound my chest at the sight of her full, natural body.
Gripping the nape of my shirt, I pulled it over my head and dropped it onto the floor.
“Shit, your body . . . ”
“Belongs to you,” I said as I enclosed the space between us.
Gripping her face, I ran my thumb down her bottom lip.
“I see the bad girl in your eyes and she wants out. Don’t worry, I’ll let you out, baby,” I said, and she squinted while she licked her lips.
I dropped to my knees and danced my tongue around her nipple, slow and calculated.
“Yeess,” she moaned.
I flickered my tongue over the tip of her nipple before pulling it inside my mouth.
She encouraged me by guiding my head.
I pulled away and dragged my tongue across her skin until I met her other breast.
Circling the nipple with my tongue and caressing the other between my index finger and thumb had Mia aroused.
The smell of her pussy intensified, and I knew she was ready.
Standing, I pulled her to the bed.
“Show me how wet it gets,” I requested.
Mia shuffled backward and spread her legs.
Her manicured fingers danced down her stomach and over her sexy pudge before finding her clit.
She swirled her finger around, creating more wetness as I stared at the sight.
“I know you can get wetter than this, Mia. You holding back on me?” I asked as I stepped out of my bottoms and covered my dick with protection.
Mia’s back arched, triggering me to push her hand away.
“No. I said you can play with it and get it wet. It’s my job to make it overflow with cum.”
I ran my finger up and down her sensitive clit and she squirmed and moaned.
“Marcus.”
Slanting my head, I continued to tease her, opening her with my finger, spreading her juices.
Mia’s back arched when I applied gentle pressure with my thumb against her clit.
“Marcus,” she yelled and pressed her head back into the bedding.
I stalled as I tried to decide whether I wanted to eat her pussy or go ahead and climb inside.
When cum gushed out, I dropped to my knees and ran the tip of my tongue up and down her clit and pulled it inside my mouth.
Mia’s hands found my head as she tried to assist me.
“Yess, eat this pussy,” she moaned her desire.
The bad girl had appeared as she guided my face with both hands into her pleasure.
I released her clit before she could cum.
She fought to push my head back toward her pussy.
I allowed her but shook my head from side to side not focusing on one spot.
“Damn it, Marcus,” she said as I stood with a wet beard and licked my lips.
“Mia, I think you tried to cum, and I didn’t give you permission,” I said, and then smirked.
The determination in her eyes sent my ego soaring as I climbed in between her legs.
I teased her manicured pussy with the tip of my dick by pushing it in and pulling it out.
“You ready to lie to me?” I asked, and she squinted with flared nostrils.
I eased myself inside her.
“Ummmmm,” she moaned.
Halfway inside, her walls tightened, and I groaned to stay in control.
Tonight was about pleasing Mia.
I inched the rest of myself inside her and slowly stroked her with passion.
“Marcussss,” she moaned.
I smiled because she was ready to lie to me.
In and out at a controlled pace, I pounded Mia’s pussy and the relaxation on her face exposed her pleasure.
The smacking soundtrack of our love making bounced off the walls.
“Your pussy asked me to be its new owner,” I said and gripped her waist, continuing to work her middle.
“Mia, did you hear the same?” I asked.
“Yesss, please don’t stop, Marcusss. Make this pussy cum,” she said.
I lifted both legs, placing them on my shoulder, and continued to stroke her pussy.
“Marcus, shit! Please, baby don’t...”
She didn’t finish her sentence, with her mouth shaped into a silent O.
Only the smacking of our skin and soft moans echoed through the room.
“Your pussy is talking again,” I said with a smile.
“She said she mine. Do you agree, Mia,” I stated with pride.
“What did you hear, Mia?” I questioned and then smacked her ass cheek when she hesitated.
“Mia! I’m talking to you,” I said.
“Yesssss, it’s your pussy, Marcus,” she uttered as she panted.
“When can I have it, Mia?” I requested an answer, and she hesitated.
I smacked the same ass cheeks again.
“Whenever, all the time, shit, I don’t know. Just Fuck me. I’m about to squirt on you,” she said.
“You promise, Mia?” I questioned
“Yes, I promise. Shiiittt,” she said.
“Go ahead and make my pussy spit.”
I chuckled as her pussy muscles tightened around my dick.
Once she gripped the bedding, I knew she was getting ready to tap out and I could no longer hang on.
“I’ll let you cum and rest for an hour and then I’m back in it,” I warned and sped up the pace of my stroke.
“Please don’t stoooppp,” she begged, and I continued at my pace.
She exploded without warning, leaking her warm cum on my skin.
I released inside the condom with a promise to hit it raw soon.
Mia
The sun tapped me on the shoulder fifteen minutes before noon.
I’d missed five phone calls and several text messages.
Rolling on my back with half-opened eyes, I began strolling through the messages.
Mom
I’m at the point of a wellness check.
Stacie
Your presentation of the date is due.
Dad
Call your mother.
Marcus: I can’t forget the sweet things you told me last night.
But I have your keys and what time should we come over?
I pulled in both lips, thinking back to the promises I made Marcus.
Nothing about his quiet demeanor would suggest he would dominate me the way he did.
I assumed he was timid because of his quiet nature.
Me
Thank you for locking up.
Marcus
You don’t have anything else to be thankful for?
Hell no.
Marcus
You’re quiet, Mia.
Me
Any time after Harley is dismissed from school.
Marcus
3.
But I will be cashing in on your promise, Mia.
Me
I don’t remember any promises.
Drop Harley off.
I pulled back the white and gray linens and stood from the bed.
Yawning, I raised my arms above my head to stretch my muscles.
Relaxed and satisfied, I stripped my bed, tossing everything in a pile for dry cleaning.
Thinking back to the multiple orgasms I received last night sent a fluttering sensation to my heart.
En route to the bathroom, I stumbled over my mustard-colored throw pillow.
Readjusting myself, I couldn’t help but laugh at my sudden clumsiness.
Adjusting the lever, I danced my hand underneath the water to find the correct temperature.
I gripped the gold shower door handle and slid it back for me to enter.
The hot water coated my skin as I smiled.
A sense of joy attached itself to me, something I hadn’t experienced since before Nathan.
The thought alone forced my brows to crowd.
Stepping out of the shower, I dressed in sports gear and pulled my locs back into a ponytail.
I retrieved my phone with the intent of calling my mother, but rolled my eyes instead.
Marcus
We are a package deal.
I toggled over to my mother’s name and on the first ring, she answered.
“Mia Crystal Robinson,” she said with false anger.
“Yes, mommy.”
“It’s been three days, honey. You haven’t visited and no goodnight text before bed. You live alone. At this point, you should move back in with us. There are twelve bedrooms in this house.”
Every night I texted my mother to confirm I’m home and safe.
However, last night, Marcus’s face was in between my legs.
Massaging the bridge of my nose, I knew I needed to say something before a moving truck backed into my driveway.
“Mom, I was on a date. Before you get excited, I’m just testing the waters. Nothing serious at this moment.”
A shriek echoed in my ear.
Trendy Robinson was ready to plan a wedding and spoil grandchildren.
“I need details. Are we talking about dinner dates? Is it between two guys? What do they do for...”
“Mom, I promise we will talk more about it on Monday,” I said.
“Are you trying to kill me? Today is Wednesday,” she said, and I giggled into the phone.
“All right, I will call you later, okay? Bye, Mom,” I said.
I hung up the phone and looked at the time.
I had two hours to prepare some snacks and myself for Marcus.
I blew into the inflatable drink holder when the doorbell rang.
My phone vibrated from my security cameras and I cackled.
Harley stood with sunglasses and her floaty in hand next to her fine ass daddy.
Marcus kept his attire plain, with a pair of fresh sneakers, tapered jeans and a graphic tee.
No watches or jewelry to be found.
I capped off the inflated drink floater and unlocked the door.
Being around Marcus sent me floating, making it impossible to give him my eyes.
“All right, Miss Allen, I see the sunglasses and butterfly T-shirt. Please step inside,” I said.
Harley gave me a smile and strolled into my living room.
I gave Marcus a quick look, and he laughed at this diva attitude his daughter displayed.
Before I could walk away from the door, he gripped my hand.
“Last night, I recall a warmer invitation,” he said.
“Ms. Mia, can I use your bathroom?” Harley asked, stealing my attention from the seductive gaze of Marcus.
I untangled my hand from him and escorted her to the bathroom.
I took her floaty and stood beside the door as Marcus’s eyes roamed my body.
He summoned me to him with his hand and my mouth parted, but no words exited.
“Mia,” he finally said.
The commanding expression on his face spoke of a man not willing to be okay with the word no.
“She will be okay,” Marcus said as I turned to the bathroom door.
Relaxing my shoulders, I traveled the short distance stopping in front of him.
He closed the space with a simple tug of my waist.
“Tonight, I want you to sit on my face.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Marcus,” I whispered.
“Yes, Mia,” he answered, unfazed by the heat between us.
“We need to. We need to separate before Harley catches us,” I said and tried pushing back, but he wouldn’t allow the movement.
“Harley is playing with stuff in your bathroom. If she catches us, we can go ahead and break the news of you being her mommy,” he said.
The confidence from his words paused the hard beating of my heart.
“You said I could have it anytime,” he whispered.
Afterward, he bent his head by my ear and pinched my skin with his teeth.
I heard the toilet flush and managed to break free.
I was halfway down the hall before Harley appeared.
“All right, tell your dad bye and we can go to the pool,” I said, and Harley lowered her eyes.
Kneeling, I tipped her chin upward.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I know it’s girl’s day, but can Daddy stay?” she asked.
The sadness in her voice pulled on my heartstrings.
I squinted when I found Marcus smiling.
“Sure, but he has to serve us drinks for losing,” I said.
Harley hugged my neck hard before running back to her dad.
He kneeled and kissed his daughter.
“See, Daddy, I’m glad you listened to me and packed your swim trunks. We’re going to have fun.”
“Let’s go,” I said and waved everyone to the bi-fold door.
I slid it open, giving us access to the kitchen while we enjoyed the pool.
“Harley, would you help me while your dad changes?” I asked, and she shook her head yes.
“Are you going to swim with us?” she questioned.
I had no intentions on swimming.
My goal was to sit on the side and maybe put my feet in the water.
“Pleaassee, Ms. Mia,” she begged with praying hands.
I laughed at her gesture with the knowledge I couldn’t deny her request.
This little girl held some kind of magic over me because I knew better than to let her daddy stay.
“Okay, but let’s get the fruit and drinks set up. Do you have on sunscreen?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
It took Marcus five minutes to return to the kitchen in swim trunks.
I wanted to whistle at his structured body, including his washboard abs.
The blue shorts against his chocolate skin aroused me.
He smirked after he caught me staring.
“You guys go ahead and enjoy the pool. Marcus, can you put the drink float in the water? The ice and drinks are in the outside fridge.”
“Me and Harley can handle it,” he said.
I entered my bedroom and selected my green and cream one piece bathing suit.
Viewing my body, I was happy, even with my pudge.
Marcus held no problems showing every part of me attention.
I exited the kitchen and burst into laughter.
Harley was resting on my lounge float with her legs crossed as it moved across my infinity pool.
Marcus sat on the edge with his legs dangling in the water.
I pointed to Harley, and he shrugged before he patted the spot next to him.
You can do this.
Kneeling, he helped me sit next to him.
“Who is the little person in my pool?” I asked in a joking tone.
Marcus dropped his head before he answered.
“My seven-year-old with an old woman’s soul.”
I nudged his side.
“You are doing good, Marcus. She is respectful and has manners.”
“Yea. You will have to thank Granny. We ran behind because I told her it’s okay not to wear a T-shirt over her swimsuit. She went on to tell me it wasn’t lady-like. Whatever her grandmother says is the law,” he said, and I covered my mouth to hide my laughter.
“I believe you played some parts in it, but a southern grandmother’s word is technically the gospel,” I said and we both agreed with a nod.
With Harley’s float turned, he lifted my hand and kissed it.
“Mia, I want you for myself and my daughter. How can we get you there?” he asked.
Marcus’s eyes followed as I leaned my body in the opposite direction.
“I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you guys but considering the short time we spent together, you’re asking me... Wait, let me be direct. Two years ago, I broke off a relationship with my ex, Nathan, and he shut me out of his daughter’s life. He allowed me to love and raise Onna. It sent me into a dark, spiraling place. I cannot go back there. I can’t. I hope you understand,” I said and tried retreating my hand with no success.
He scanned the pool to put eyes on Harley.
“I’m not him, and Onna is not Harley. Mia, most men have children. Are you going to allow him to dictate who to love?”
Marcus reminded me of my therapist, my mother and, of all people, Stacie.
“I have baggage. And you are young. Enjoy your youth. Mine was stolen,” I said.
“I’ve lived a life beyond my twenty-two years. We all have baggage. Mia, I was abandoned by my mother. I have an arrest record and I’m a single father. Let’s see... I’m a loner. Harley forces me to be social, otherwise, I would play football and go home. There are a few other things wrong with me. Oh, it’s hard for me to trust people. But my grandfather told me you will know your wife when you meet her and it’s you, Mia. I can’t explain it. I just know. The same way I knew that raising Harley was the right thing to do, attending Ohio instead of Cali, and to trust Bryce.”
Marcus spoke to me from a place I don’t think he allowed many people to venture.
The warmth of his hands and the depth of his gaze coated the nervous cold energy I held.
“I believe you. And I want to throw caution to the wind and run away with you. But I have to protect Mia this time.”
Marcus examined me as if he was trying to figure out his next move.
“If I can offer you some kind of assurance, I wouldn’t rip Harley away. Would you reconsider?” he asked, and my brows crowded.
He chuckled with a plan behind his smile.
“Marcus, if you could figure out a way to protect my heart, I will move in with you today.”
A slow smile crept on his face.
“Remember your words. When I pull up, I need your bags in the car and curled up in my king-sized bed,” he said.
I sat up and pulled my back to my shoulders.
“If you can pull it off. I will be waiting in the driveway. I’m a woman of my word, Mr. Allen,” I said, and he chuckled.
“Oh, and I fully expect you to hover those thick thighs over my face tonight. And moisturize this beard with your cum. Now, let’s break up Harley’s little party,” he said.
Marcus jumped into the water and pulled me with him.
We splashed water at each other and then set our eyes on the diva.
Standing a few inches from my front door, I took in Marcus glaring at me through the glass.
He did what he said he would, drop off Harley with his grandmother and come back.
The lust in his brown eyes exposed what he wanted.
I reached for the latch and he let himself inside, securing the door behind him.
We stood with a body length of space between us.
“Shouldn’t you be sitting on my face instead of standing?” he asked.
He pointed in the direction of the bedroom and I strutted down the hall.
Crossing the threshold of my bedroom, we discarded our clothes as our tongues battled.
Once naked, I admired the width and length of his dick and wondered how I took him inside me last night.
“You’re still standing,” he said.
Marcus climbed on the bed and tapped his mouth, and I paused.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m a bigger girl and...”
“You’re stalling my meal session. Pussy on my mouth, let’s go,” he said and I jerked my head back.
Crawling on the bed, I hovered my bare pussy over his face and he extended his tongue to try to taste.
But, his tongue couldn’t reach me.
I focused on him to read his face.
“Marcus, I don’t . . . ”
“Mia, I bench press more than you weigh,” he said with his head resting on the pillow.
Before I could ease down, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me down.
“Marcus, wait. I-I mean . . . ”
Once his tongue swiped my pussy, I tried to grip my headboard.
The way he commanded my pleasure as he suctioned my clit into his mouth sent tingles through me.
As he controlled the pace of my body, I knew he was trying to suck my heart through my middle.
“Marcus,” I moaned as I threw my head back.
The texture of his tongue combined with his motion had me temporarily blind with pleasure.
Back and forth, my body rocked with him slurping and licking.
As my release neared, I leaned forward to brace myself against the headboard, but Marcus maneuvered my body backward.
Instead of the headboard, my eyes took in his narrowed gaze and tight jawline.
“Did I do something wrong?” I questioned breathlessly.
Marcus’s wet beard glistened with my juices as he scanned my face.
“You’re pissing me off, Mia, trying to hold back. I know how I want to eat my food. I wouldn’t have approached you if I didn’t think I could handle you,” he said lowly, and I froze.
“All of this fullness is mine and I’m going to make you a believer,” he said, and I stared, speechless.
Before I could respond, he had my leg in the air and smacked my ass cheek.
“Mia, it’s going to be a long day,” he said, and I swallowed hard with excitement.