Ghost
My mind was all over the place. Luxe had me thinking about shit that was never an issue for me before.
Yeah, before I did anything with her, my first thought was to hop on a plane and get the hell out of here once the coast was clear.
Now . . . I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
I couldn’t just walk away from her like that, and I didn’t want to end up hurting her feelings, having her thinking that I was just like the rest of the niggas she done dealt with.
Normally, I wouldn’t care about what people thought about me, but Luxe was different.
I wanted her to like me. I needed her to be able to trust me.
The urge to protect her from the world always weighed heavily on me.
It’d been a week since we first had sex, and the pussy was fire.
I’d never understand how men fumbled her.
Luxe was the complete fucking package if you were to ask me.
We had got in not too long ago from her office.
She said that she was going to take a shower and then whip something up for dinner.
I came in and took me a shower and was going into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when I found Luxe in a pink lace nightgown.
The shit was sexy as fuck on her while she moved around the kitchen.
I could damn sure get used to coming in to some shit like this.
I’d never had a woman that just loved to cook. Bitches always wanted you to buss them down and then toss them money or materialistic shit afterward like they were some prostitutes.
“It smells good as hell in here,” I told her. She glanced at me over her shoulder and grinned.
“It’s gon’ always smell good whenever I’m in the kitchen.”
“What are you making?”
“Rigatoni. Want to try my sauce?”
I knew she was talking about the sauce in the pot, but shit, I wanted to eat her pussy sauce dammit.
Luxe grabbed the wooden spoon and opened the lid on the pot.
Scooping up some of the sauce, she gently blew on it and brought the spoon over to me with her free hand underneath it to catch any drippings.
“That shit good as fuck. Where did you learn to cook like that?”
Luxe grinned hard as hell as she carried the spoon back over to the stove. “My mama.”
I stood there, watching her as she mixed everything together. The way she taste tested it and smiled let me know that she made her food with love. Once all the eyes were off on the stove, I went over and hugged her from behind.
The smell of pasta filled the kitchen, but all I could focus on was the small curve of her hips.
My chest pressed against her back, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. She let out a soft gasp, leaning back into me as I pressed my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume mixed with the heat of the stove.
“I thought you were watching the pasta,” she whispered, though she wasn’t moving to pull away.
“It can wait,” I groaned, my voice low and rough. I slid my hands down from her waist, gripping her thighs and lifting her slightly so she felt the hard length of my dick pressing firmly against her ass. I felt her shiver, her breath hitching as she realized exactly how much I wanted her.
I didn’t waste any time. I reached down, bunching up the fabric of her dress, and pulled it up over her hips until it was gathered around her waist. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
The sight of her bare, round ass right in front of me made my blood boil.
I reached around, sliding my fingers between her cheeks to find her soaking wet pussy.
She moaned loudly, her head falling back against my shoulder as I slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Oh my God!” She whimpered. Her hips ground against my hand.
I leaned in, biting her earlobe while my fingers worked her clit, circling the swollen nub with my thumb.
She was dripping, her juices coating my fingers as she trembled against me.
I could feel her pulsing around my digits, her walls squeezing tight.
I stopped the fingering and reached for my belt, quickly freeing my dick.
It sprang out, throbbing and fully erect, leaking a bit of pre-cum.
I guided my head to her entrance, rubbing the tip of my dick against her wet slit, teasing her for a few seconds until she started begging. “Please, just fuck me. Mhmm.”
I gripped her hips tight and lunged forward, burying my entire dick into her in one deep, powerful thrust. She screamed a loud, guttural sound of pleasure that echoed through the kitchen.
I didn’t give her a chance to recover; I immediately pumped into her, my hips slamming against her ass with a rhythmic, wet, slapping sound.
I reached around to grab her breasts, squeezing them hard, my thumbs rubbing over her stiff nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
Every thrust buried me deeper, hitting her cervix and making her legs shake.
She gripped the edge of the counter for support, her knuckles white, as I hammered away into her.
“You’re so fucking tight. Shit,” I hissed, my breath hot against her skin. I increased the pace, my thrusts becoming faster and more frantic. I could feel her climax building, her internal muscles clamping down on my dick.
She let out a long, high-pitched moan, her body shuddering violently as she came. Her pussy gripped the hell out of my dick. The feeling of her orgasm triggered my own. I let out a low growl, thrusting one last time as deep as I could go and unloaded a thick load of cum deep inside her.
We went into the guest bathroom to get cleaned up so that we could eat dinner. Luxe fixed our plates, and instead of us eating at the kitchen table, we went into the living room and sat on the couch. There was this show that had come on Netflix that she wanted to watch.
Since Luxe and I had been messing around, shit had been feeling real domestic around here.
I had yet to let anyone know that we’d taken our relationship to the next level.
Especially hadn’t said anything to Savion about it.
He might have a whole lecture on how I wasn’t supposed to be sleeping with her, but he wasn’t really the one to talk when he went out and married his mark and got her pregnant.
I wasn’t sure if Luxe would want anyone to know that she was messing with me anyway. She might be embarrassed about my age.
Once we were done eating, I grabbed Luxe’s foot and put it in my lap to rub. “This feels so good,” she moaned.
I honestly wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than here.