CHAPTER 10 #2
I took a slow sip of the wine, letting the heat of it spread through my chest. I liked this.
I liked that I could sit down and have a genuine, deep-soul conversation with him without any of the usual games or posturing.
I guessed it came with his job—as a doctor of psychology, he was trained to listen, to observe, to understand.
But this was more than just professional training.
Joshua was a good listener because he actually cared.
He wasn't like the regular niggas I’d dated back in the day—the ones who were always checking their phones, always looking for the next best thing, always trying to play a role to get what they wanted.
Joshua was real. He kept it absolute, one-hundred-percent real with me.
And the way he had handled Morgan and Tesha at the grocery store?
Sweet mother of God. He hadn't raised his voice, hadn't acted a fool, but he had stood there like an immovable mountain of masculine authority, shielding me and putting those clowns in their place with a few cold, clinical words. That was grown-man luxury, honey.
My thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of the floorboards above, and then Joshua was walking back down the staircase. He had a heavy, vintage leather-bound photo album tucked under his arm.
He walked over to the sofa and plopped down right next to me—closer this time, so close that the entire warm length of our thighs pressed together.
He opened the album, resting one side of the heavy book on my thigh and the other on his.
The cool, aged leather was a stark contrast to the burning heat of our skin.
“This is her,” Joshua said softly, his deep voice brushing against my ear as we began to flip through the pages.
Fiona Willis was absolutely beautiful. She had a fierce, striking face, sharp, elegant cheekbones, and those exact same piercing, ice-blue eyes that were currently watching me from behind Joshua's blonde bangs.
I could see exactly where he got his incredible looks, his regal posture, and his quiet strength.
We went through the pictures page by page, his large hand guiding mine as he pointed out different moments.
He recounted the amazing, laughter-filled times they had shared when he was growing up—fishing by the lake, sitting on the porch of their modest house reading books together, celebrating his academic victories with cheap sparkling cider.
The deep, unyielding love between them leaped off the pages, filling the room with a sweet, nostalgic warmth.
“You must really miss her,” I said softly, my hand resting gently on his arm.
“I do, every single day,” Joshua sighed, a quiet, heavy weariness in his voice as he closed the photo album. He shifted his weight, preparing to stand and carry the book back upstairs.
But I wasn't ready to let him go. Not yet.
I reached out, my fingers wrapping firmly around his thick, warm wrist. “Holdup,” I murmured, a slow, playful smile spreading across my lips as I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “Aren’t you gonna give me a proper tour of your bedroom?”
Joshua froze, his blue eyes dropping to my hand on his wrist before rising to meet my gaze. A slow, knowing, incredibly dark heat flared in his eyes, his pupils dilating until the blue was nearly swallowed up by pure, unadulterated desire. A slow, sexy smile broke across his handsome face.
“You sure you want that, Ciara?” he asked, his voice dropping into a register so deep it felt like a vibration in my chest. “Because once we go up those stairs, you’re not coming back down until the morning.”
I stood up, my body humming with a sudden, restless energy as I faced him, my heels lifting slightly as I squared up to his massive chest. “Good,” I shot back, my Houston attitude slipping into my voice with a playful, sharp edge. “Because I don’t like me no one-minute man. Lead the way, handsome.”
He didn't say another word. He took me firmly by the wrist and led me up the staircase.
I was in absolute awe of how beautiful his house was.
Everything was clean, modern, and intensely masculine, with high ceilings, polished dark wood, and tasteful, minimalist art.
But my eyes were locked on his back, watching the slow, heavy movement of his shoulders as he guided me toward his master bedroom.
When we stepped inside, the sheer size of the space took my breath away. It was a beautiful, private sanctuary dominated by a massive king-sized bed with crisp gray linens. Joshua closed the door behind him with a soft, heavy click that felt incredibly final in the best way possible.
He tossed the photo album onto a nearby leather sofa without looking, turned to face me, and closed the gap between us in one long, powerful stride.
I didn't wait. I jumped up on him, and Joshua caught me effortlessly. His strong arms and thick forearms locked onto my backside, holding my heavy ass with an iron grip as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around the nape of his neck.
I seized his lips, kissing him passionately, pouring all the building tension, the hunger, and the raw desire of the night into his mouth. He walked with me, kissing me back with an equal, desperate hunger, until he reached the edge of the bed and laid me down gently, coming over me.
His massive body was heavy and perfect against mine.
Sweet mother of God, the man was an excellent kisser.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue wrestling with mine in a slow, hungry rhythm that made me moan directly into his mouth.
I ran my hands under his chin, feeling the sharp line of his jaw as our tongues tangled.
He withdrew from my lips, catching his breath, and began pulling off his shirt. I watched in absolute awe as he removed the cotton fabric, revealing a ripped chest and washboard abs that looked so perfectly sculpted they literally looked photoshopped.
“Are those things real?” I asked, my eyes wide as I stared at the hard, perfect ridges of his stomach.
“Of course,” he laughed, that deep, sexy sound vibrating through me.
“Can I touch them?” I asked, still in complete awe.
“Sure,” he smiled.
I began running my fingers over his amazing abs, tracing the hard, deep ridges of his muscles, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. My hands slid lower, tracing the line of his hips, moving slowly over his trousers until my fingers ran over his massive, hard girth.
“Mmm,” I whispered, my eyes locking onto his. “This is exactly what I want.”
“And you shall have it,” he told me, his voice thick with desire.
He came off the bed for a brief second, stripping out of his pants and boxers. He walked back to the edge of the bed, and a bright, triumphant smile spread across my face. He was thick, long, and absolutely beautiful.
“Sweet Jesus, Joshua,” I smiled, running my hand over his shaft, stroking it gently, feeling the hot, heavy pulse of him in my grip. “This is a fat fucking cock.”
“Thanks, Ciara,” he smiled down at me, his fingers reaching down to tangle in my hair as his blue eyes darkened. “Put it in your mouth.”
I didn't need to be told twice, honey. I flipped onto my back on the bed, sliding my head out over the edge of the mattress so I was looking up at him. I opened my mouth wide, my lips parting as I reached out my hand, holding onto the heavy base of his cock.
I began kissing the underside of his shaft, running my tongue along the thick, pulsing veins on the sides, kissing it gently before taking him deep into my mouth.
I sucked on him like a popsicle, loving the sheer size of him.
This was my very first white cock, and it was a big one at that, stretching my mouth open in the most incredible way.
Joshua let out a low, guttural moan above me, his hands reaching down to tangle in my hair as I sucked on his heavy balls, slurping on each one and driving him completely nuts.
While my mouth worked, his large hands began to grope and maul my breasts through the thin black cotton of my tank top, squeezing my flesh with a desperate, heavy hunger.
“Take your clothes off,” he gasped, his voice strained as he pulled back slightly.
I smiled, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. I decided to give him a little show. I knelt in the middle of the bed and slowly pulled my tank top off, letting my full, heavy breasts bounce free as my matching red lace bra was revealed.
With a slow, teasing movement, I unhooked the front of the bra, letting the cups fall away.
My large, deep-chocolate globes spilled out, my dark, prominent nipples already hard and pointing toward him.
Joshua’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at the contrast of my rich skin.
His eyes went even wider when his gaze panned downwards to my red, flimsy G-string.
I reached down and pulled the sides of the thin lace up, making the material split between my swollen pussy lips even more, exposing the slick, glistening heat of myself to his intense gaze.
Then, with a slow, agonizing slide, I slipped the G-string off and threw it directly at him.
Joshua caught it in his hand, bringing the damp lace to his nose and taking a deep, heavy sniff of my sweet, raw scent. A low, guttural groan escaped his lips as he inhaled my arousal.
He took the red G-string and tied it loosely around his thick neck, wearing it like a makeshift tie.
I crawled back toward him, taking his thick, hard cock back into my mouth, drooling all over it as I sucked him like I was starving for him—and in truth, I absolutely was.
He began to thrust gently, fucking my throat in a slow, hypnotic rhythm as I threw my own hand down between my legs, my fingers circling my clit.
My pussy was already soaking wet from just having his dick in my mouth.
Minutes later, he flipped the switch on me. He grabbed my hips, drawing me down to the very edge of the bed, and spread my thick thighs wide over his broad shoulders.