Chapter 12 #2
"I know," I bit her ear softly. "But I wanna know anyway."
My finger finally made its way to her pussy. Her lips were already coated and slick. She felt like a dewy flower. My mouth watered 'cause I had this sudden urge to eat her, but the only pussy I ate was my wife's.
Still—I wondered what she tasted like. Was she as sweet as I imagined? It was damn sure as wet as I expected. I parted her lips with two fingers and scissored her clit between my index and middle finger.
"Shit…" she moaned leaning her head back against my chest, eyes closed.
This damn girl was about to have me break all my rules. I could feel it. "You haven’t answered my question." I looked down at her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at me. I felt a flutter in my chest—her eyes were pretty as hell. A heated moment passed.
"I wanna know why Monroe doesn’t want to share," she murmured finally. "And I wanna know why they call you Boss."
I smiled darkly. "Bet." I stepped back, placing my fingers in my mouth and sucking her juices off my tongue. Shit. She did taste sweet. "Turn around," I demanded softly.
She did, slowly.
"Take that shit off."
Smiling sexily, she slowly pulled the straps off her shoulders. She eased the fabric off exposing a set of full, round titties.
"Slower," I said.
She smiled softly. "Oh…you like to be teased?"
I nodded slowly. "I'm trying to capture the memory." I licked my lips.
"As you wish," she nodded. She eased the dress down slower, the fabric pooling at her feet until she was standing there in nothing but a gold belly chain and black strappy heels. Her body was crazy. The little stretch marks on her hips and upper thighs made me smile.
"Bring your sexy ass over here," I demanded already pulling my shirt off and tossing it on the bed. She sashayed towards me. Before she could fully reach me, I grabbed her by the arm and snatched her closer making her giggle.
"You're aggressive." She looked up at me.
Her lips were so plump, pink, and glossy. I was struck by this overwhelming feeling to kiss her. I wasn't sure where this unexpected ass feeling of intimacy was coming from, but rather than thinking too hard on it, I scooped her into my arms and placed her on the bed.
It was something about her face that was fucking with me. "Turn over," I said.
She turned slowly, nothing but round ass and pussy in my face. My mouth watered. Swallowing down the saliva and the urge, I smacked her ass twice on both cheeks. That shit rippled like a wave.
Reaching over, I grabbed a Magnum out of the bowl ripping it open. My dick was so hard it throbbed. I slid the condom on, grabbed Gianna by her hips, and slid into her with a groan. "Hell nah," I mumbled to myself.
Even with the condom on, I knew this was the kind of pussy that made a nigga crazy. Biting down on my bottom lip, I pulled out, letting out a slow breath. She wasn't about to have me looking like a one pump chump with this wet shit.
Gianna looked back at me, eyes low with lust, hair pushed to one side as she bit down on her bottom lip. As arrogant as ever she smiled sexily, eyes twinkling. "This shit good ain't it?"
All I could do was smirk and shake my head. "Don't look at me. Put your head in the pillow."
She laughed that laugh of hers and obliged.
Taking another deep breath…I slid back in. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I began to stroke her. Her walls were gripping on me like they were trying to milk my nut out early. "Stop doing that shit," I growled, smacking her ass again, harder this time.
She laughed into the pillow and arched her back more. Turning her head to the side, she stretched her arms out. There was no preparation on my part—she just started throwing that muthafucka back at me. Soft at first, but then adding on speed.
That soft ass was bouncing all on me, rippling and shit. I gripped her hips tighter to try to take control, but Gianna had me right where she wanted me. Fucking me like she had point to prove.
"What the fuck," I groaned. "Stop!"
She ignored me and instead reached back, gripped me by the back of the thighs, and slammed that wet pussy all on me. All I heard was pussy noises, and her sexy voice. "Gimmie that nut, Boss. You know you want too. Don’t hold back."
I let out a fucking whimper that pissed me off. Niggas like me didn't whimper in pussy. "Fuck, Gianna!" I gripped her hair, one hand on her hip now. She had me in vise grip. She was surprisingly strong.
"Yeah, just like that. Fuck this pussy back," she commanded.
I gave up. A nut was brewing at the tip and wasn’t no stopping it. I slammed back into her, stroke for stroke, turning those words into moans. Sweat broke out on my temple. She had me putting in work.
"Fuck, right there! Right there, you big dick ass nigga!"
Why she say that? I damn near ripped the hair out her scalp with how hard I was pulling. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm finna nut!"
"Give it to me now!" she moaned loudly.
My whole body locked up. The sensation starting from the tip of my toes and working its way up. "Shittt!" I groaned, body spasming, vison damn near going blurry from the sensation. When she got every last drop of me, walls clenching and unclenching, I collapsed onto her sweaty back, breathless.
Then I heard that laugh again, teasing this time. I couldn't do shit but laugh back. What the fuck just happened? That wasn't one pump, but it damn sure wasn't the marathon I was setting out for. I looked at the time—
Seven minutes.
Ain't no fucking way…
"You okay back there?" she asked.
"You know damn well I ain't," I huffed. "What type of pussy you got, girl?"
"Limited edition."
"Yeah, aight." I rolled off of her onto my back. "You need to lock that shit in Azkaban. Shit is dangerous."
That made her crack up. I rested my hand on her ass, rubbing it in slow circles as I caught my breath.
"C'mere." I beckoned her closer. She slid over closer and rested her head on my chest. Already I was fucking up—having her lay up on me.
"I wanna see you again," I said, turning my head to face her.
"You know where to find me," she replied tracing the tattoo of my wife's name on my chest.
"Exclusively," I added seriously.
Her motions stopped and her brow rose.
Monroe had phenomenal head without a doubt, but Gianna's pussy was sublime. I couldn't even imagine how that shit felt raw. All I knew at that moment was that I wanted it again. Daily to be honest—but I wasn't gon' get greedy. Yet.
She lifted her head. "You serious?"
"Deadass." I nodded once.
"Hmm…" She resumed her tracing, eyes studying me. "You gon' make Monroe very unhappy, Boss. Create some tension."
I shrugged, slightly. "I ain't worried about it, and neither should you."
She licked her lips. "Trust me…I'm never worried about another woman."
"Good." I nodded again. "So then moving forward…you're mine." I don't even know why I said it like that. Lowkey the shit slipped out, but I didn’t take it back.
Gianna smiled softly. "Yeah, Boss. I'll be yours. As long as the deposit hits, you can have me as long as you need."
That would've offended any other man, but I liked that she was about her paper. She wasn't weak or a yes girl. She was strong-willed. That shit turned me on like a muhfucka.
I chuckled and smacked her ass again. "Don't worry about that, mama. The money gon' always hit. In the meantime," I squeezed her cheeks, "let's have another shot. I still got an hour and half with you and I'm 'bout to wear you the fuck out."
She bit back a smile. "Whatever the Boss wants."