3. Bed Peace
BED PEACE
KASH
The aroma of vanilla and chocolate flowing throughout my hotel room had me more relaxed than ever.
The drive back to magnolia was long, draining, and so unpredictable.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up sick as a dog in the morning from how much rain I encountered.
However, Magnolia was blue skies and sunshine when I finally made it in.
It was always bittersweet coming back home. My sister was gone and that was something I had to deal with on a daily basis. Her love, her laugh, her brightness to my life period was missed. She gave me a sisterhood… a family. I would forever be in her debt.
No worries though. I had something rich, dark, and chocolate on the way to take my mind off a few things.
When times got hard for me, he was always a call away.
Wherever I just so happened to be in this lonely ass world, he would show up without hesitation.
The perfect fuckin’ gentleman, yet it was like pulling teeth for him to get me to commit.
I loathed committing to anything or anyone if it didn’t involve my sisters.
Did I love him?
You could say that.
Did I want him as a permanent fixture in my life?
Of course. Me and that man never argued or had a bad day with each other.
However, I seemed to lose those that I attached myself to.
My father’s death was one I never really got over and my best friend was still fresh.
When it came to Dice and Rebel, I distanced myself from them just in case they were taken from me as well.
Then again, maybe, just maybe I was a jinx. I didn’t want that for them… or him.
A series of three knocks sounded off on my hotel door.
That small wave of sadness was slowly but surely slipping away as I tiptoed to answer it.
Seeing that he showed up earlier than I expected, I had no pushback for him.
I lowkey figured he’d drop everything to come to me anyway. It was how he moved when it came to me.
Wearing absolutely nothing, I swung the door open to greet him.
A small smile grew on his lips as he took me in from head to toe.
I knew what he liked, and it wasn’t restricted.
Every inch of me was accessible and that was what kept him coming back for more.
He could have his way and receive no complaints about it.
“You look hungry baby.”
“A nigga can always eat.” With that, he entered the room snaking his hand around my neck bringing me to him. My pussy instantly became moist. It didn’t help that his luscious lips crashed into mine administering osculation’s I craved.
The door slammed behind us as he embedded my body into the wall.
The softness of his tongue but the firmness of the kisses were powerful enough to make me melt.
I felt like putty in this man’s hands as they roamed my body hungrily.
Soft moans escaped my lips as a trail of soft pecks began to travel down my frame.
“You smell good, Mama,” he complimented.
With his lips wrapped around my left nipple, all I could do was hiss. “Ssss, thank you baby,” I whispered.
A low chuckle was offered as he continued to make his way down to my center not leaving a single area untouched.
I was glued to his every movement. There was something about the way he catered to my body that made me give it up to him without him ever asking.
Oh, and the dick could make any bitch crazy behind it.
It was just that good.
As he got on his knees, my legs were swept from under me and placed on his shoulders. One thing I couldn’t take away from him was how skillful he was with his mouth. My needs were put first even while I was getting put through the mattress.
Those same kisses were now being applied to my freshly waxed folds causing my eyes to shut instantly.
The feel of his warm tongue gliding in and out of my pussy was what I’d spent countless nights trying to feel again.
Now that I had it, I wasn’t letting it go.
We were nothing but a few feet away from the door, so I was sure my cries were heard loud and clear.
“Mmm, just like that baby,” I moaned.
My pearl was held hostage as he sucked on her so delicately.
With both hands wrapped around his head, I pushed his head forward.
I was riding that nigga’s face and enjoying every second of it.
The flickering of his tongue against my flesh caused electric currents to shoot through my body.
I hadn’t had the attention of this man in a while, and it felt damned good to have it again.
“You taste just as good as you look, Ma.” I smirked off his praise. He knew exactly what to say to me.
“I feel just as good, too.”
Another low chuckle escaped as he rose to his feet balancing my weight on his shoulders with ease.
He walked to the bedroom and ate my pussy along the way like a champ.
Not a beat was missed as he lowered me onto the bed.
With my legs wrapped around his neck and hands clasped behind his head, I continued to ride his face.
Whether it was his tongue or his dick, the ride was well worth it.
I was already on a high from the way his mouth had me floating.
It didn’t help when this man slid two fingers inside my opening, massaging my g-spot.
I was on edge trying my hardest to maintain control over my body.
However, his every touch caused my reigns to loosen.
This was one of those moments where he could ask me anything and I’d say yes.
The combination of sucking and gently stroking caused my walls to contract around his fingers. “Ahhh, I’m cu-cum…” He had me so tongue tied I couldn’t finish my sentence. All I could offer was heavy breathing and loud moans.
Before I knew it, my fluids were flowing into that man’s mouthpiece. It was to no surprise when he consumed it all. When he finally came up for air, the aftermath was me dripping from his beard. We both shared a moment of satisfaction.
He stood there naked as the day he was born. I must’ve been so immersed in serving him up pussy Little Caeser’s style, that I never noticed him undressing. Once again, my eyes went to roaming landing on his center causing me to salivate instantly.
Long, thick, evenly toned, and veins that massaged your walls with each stroke.
The dick was definitely one of his best features.
As he stroked his wood, I crawled to the edge of the bed. Laying on my back, I allowed my head to slightly hang off the bed. I was gon’ return the favor every time. Plus, I loved the way he tasted just as much as he did me. This thing between us was mutually enjoyed.
Standing over me, his shaft was guided into my throat. His strokes were slow, steady, and gentle. I knew what the future held for me in this position. He was a gentleman for the time being giving me a chance to adjust before he kicked this shit up a notch.
“Damn. You really is a pretty ass muthafucka and you swallow dick so good,” he voiced making eye contact.
My entire body went limp damn near. This man had become a name under my list of weaknesses.
The compliments were nonstop with him and the way he made me feel…
I just knew I was the only one that had him down bad behind them.
The prioritizing when it came to me proved it.
Also, he wasn’t one that gave women this much access to him.
I took advantage of him every single time we shared a bed.
The pace of his thrust sped up as he stretched my throat. I’d gotten used to him, so it was nothing to take all of him. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes as he slid in and out, each time being more passionate than the last. Gripping my chin, he tilted my head slightly for a better angle.
“Mhmm, good girl.”
My throat was being abused in the best way possible.
A bitch was breathing through her ears at this point.
The gentleness was replaced with everything rough, and I refused to stop it.
Many couldn’t handle it, but I assured you my pussy was wetter than the ocean from the painful pleasure. The proof was all over my fingers.
From the way he kept throwing his head back, I knew he was ready to drop that first nut off.
“Fuck!” he shouted as he gripped my breast. “A nigga ‘bout to cum, Ma.”
One thing this man allowed me to do was choose where.
I pointed to my face, and he nodded aggressively.
He was losing himself in me, and I loved to see it.
He removed himself and his fluids shot onto my cheeks, chin, and forehead.
I appreciated him sparing my eyes. I’d just gotten my lashes done earlier in the evening.
“Stay right there. Let me clean you up,” he chimed.
“Nah, you stay right there and get us both right,” I said stopping him in his tracks.
Flipping over to my stomach, I repositioned myself, then tooted my ass in the air. I knew how he liked it. Missionary was dangerous for us both. We’d established that years ago. Back was arched and pussy was dripping, all he had to do was slide in and call me home again.
You better believe he wasted no time doing so. The box was well lubricated causing him to fill me up with ease. That legendary gasp was exuded as the connection was made.
“Shiiiiiiiiit,” I cried out in a hushed tone. The man could eat pussy and win awards for it, but goddamn his dick game was in a league of its own.
His hold on my hips, the way he was administering strokes, and the sound of my ass clapping on his abdomen had a bitch’s mind gone.
I couldn’t focus on shit. It all just felt and sounded so fuckin’ good.
I’d been emotionally unstable for quite some time but having him around and in me brought on the right kind of shake back.
With a handful of my hair being gripped tightly, my head fell back as he asked, “Who you been fuckin’ on, Ma?”
“No-Nobody… baby.” My reply was staggered due to how he was knocking against my cervix.
“Oh yeah. Well, who this wet muthafucka belong to then?”