Chapter 23 Mia #2
“Mia. One thing I don’t play about is my respect.
I know what you were trying to do, and I appreciate it, but it wasn’t needed, love.
I don’t need your grandfather’s approval or any other man’s, for that matter.
I earned my respect, mamas. I’ve put in the work and one bad judgment call can’t erase that.
He might be mad, but he’ll get over it because I’m an asset to him.
He needs me more than I need him. I’ve apologized to him once for the way I handled shit.
I’m not doing it again, and I’m not kissing his ass. Neither are you. Understood?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he placed a finger to my lips.
“Understood?”
I nodded.
“Good.”
He removed his finger and slipped an arm around my waist. A smirk formed on his face as he peered down at me.
“Look at you, sticking up for your man. You know I love when you boss up about me.”
He pulled me into him, and I felt the hardness of his dick pressed against my stomach.
“I know,” I said.
“You look so fucking good tonight, mamas.”
It was my turn to smirk. “I know.”
He chuckled. “Cocky ass. That’s why I love you. Never been afraid to pop yo’ shit.” He slapped my ass. “How long do you think we have before anybody notices we’re missing?”
“All the time in the world. This day is about us.”
He fingered my cheek. “Did you get the little gift I hid under your dress?”
“Mmm hmm.”
He pulled the zipper of my dress down in the back. “Let me see it. Leave them heels on.”
He backed away from me and sat on the couch, taking off his jacket. I slowly pushed the dress down and over my hips, allowing it to pool at the floor. He licked his lips as his eyes trailed me from head to toe in the white lace, strapless bra and thong set.
“Damn, I did good,” he boasted as he undid his shirt. “Bring your sexy ass over here.”
I slowly walked over to him, putting a little extra sultriness in my walk. When I neared him, he pulled me between his legs and cupped my ass.
“Shit, Mia,” he mumbled.
The next thing I knew, he was spinning me around.
“Go on and grab them ankles for me, love.”
I did as he said, but not before giving him an enticing little dance number. As I bent over, I felt him moving my thong aside. No sooner than I wrapped my fingers around my ankles did I feel his fingers against my clit.
“How are you this wet for me already?” he asked, stroking it.
I moaned. “Mmm. I’m always wet for you, ba—fuck!”
His tongue attacked my clit, cutting my words off. His big hands spread my ass cheeks, gripping them both as he went to work with his mouth.
“Oooo shit . . . fuck! Eat this pussy.”
He lapped at my juices before gathering them in his mouth. When I felt the spit trickling down my asshole, I knew what time it was. He rimmed my forbidden entrance before easing his thumb in. I swear my pussy grew wetter with his penetration.
“Pussy so fucking good,” he declared, latching back on to my clit.
As he sucked it while stroking my ass, I maintained perfect balance.
This man ate my pussy for his pleasure and mine.
The sound of him slurping my juices turned me on even more.
Niggas loved sloppy head, but I loved that shit too.
I loved seeing my essence soaking his beard when he came up for air.
I loved it even more when he pulled away and my juices were trickling down his neck because that was how wet he made me.
In those moments, I couldn’t wait to lick him clean.
Reaching back, I held his head in place while grinding my pussy in his mouth.
“Mmm, eat that shit, daddy. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”
That seemed to hype him up because his mouth went into overdrive.
Before long, my legs were trembling as I was coming undone.
I dropped to my knees, panting and trying to catch my breath.
I heard his pants unzip, and the next thing I felt was his hand in my hair.
He gripped it and yanked me up. Rounding the front of me, he stroked that big, pretty dick in my face. It was already leaking precum.
He groaned. “Mmm... you look so pretty on your knees, mamas. That face looks so fuckable.”
“Fuck it, then.”
He smirked. “Open up and make this dick wet for me.”
I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth. As he slid his dick in, I suctioned my jaws around it, sucking it slowly. He moaned as he thrusted his hips.
“Fuck! Show me this mouth is good for more than talking that shit.”
I put on my best performance for him, stroking his dick all while bobbing my head up and down on it. Pulling it out, I spit on the head, using it to lube him up even more. He bit his lip as he peered down at me.
“That’s it, get that shit right.”
I reached between my legs, wetting my fingers with my juices. He smirked as I spread them all over his dick. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip before deep throating his shit again, moaning as I savored the taste of us together.
“I know it’s good to you, mamas. Open that throat.”
Taking the sides of my face in his hands, he pumped his hips, thrusting forcefully into my mouth. Tears stung my eyes as I gagged so deliciously on his length. I loved when he fucked my face like this.
“Look at you.” A low growl rumbled in his throat. “You know when to be submissive, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm,” I mumbled through his strokes.
“That pretty ass mouth is taking all this dick. You ready to swallow this nut, love?”
I nodded.
“Catch that for me. What did you tell me? Don’t waste a muthafucking drop.”
He stroked my mouth wildly. Just as he was about to erupt, he held my head in place, allowing every ounce of his cum to trickle down the back of my throat. When he pulled my mouth off him, I gasped. He yanked me up from the floor, crashing his lips into mine.
We kissed heavily as he unclasped my bra and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Lifting me, he wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered us to sit on the couch. Our mouths never stopped moving as he lifted my hips and slid me down onto his dick. We both moaned in pure satisfaction.
I rested my hands on the back of the couch and lifted my hips to ride him in a slow, methodical fashion. One of his hands gripped my thigh, while the other wrapped around my throat.
“I love you,” he said in low, gruff voice.
“I love you too.”
I moaned as he thrusted his hips to meet mine. My head dropped back, and my body relished in the feeling of him inside me. He latched onto my nipples, alternating between one, then the other. The harder he sucked them, the faster my hips rolled.
“Baby…” I whined. “You feel so good, shit!”
“’Cause you know this is your shit. You know that, right?”
“Yes!”
“And you know this is my pussy?”
“It’s yours, baby.”
He gripped my ass and bounced me harder. “All mine?”
“All yours, nobody else. Never anybody else. . . fuck!”
“Tell me your name, mamas.”
Mia! Mia fucking DeLuca!”
We were fucking like rabbits. Nothing but the sounds of our heavy panting and skin slapping together could be heard throughout the room.
Our eyes locked and my lips parted as he slammed me down repeatedly.
I couldn’t make a sound as my body began to convulse from the sheer pleasure he was putting it through.
“Cum for me,” he commanded.
She didn’t need my permission. She came for him with a force so powerful that it had me clinging to him for dear life as my orgasm ripped through me.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh, God!”
He released with a loud grunt, painting my walls with every inch of him. Our thrusts finally slowed until we were panting, chest to chest. He looked at me, and I looked at him. A smirk formed on his face.
“I told you I was getting some ass tonight,” he said.
I playfully slapped his chest. “Shut the fuck up. Just admit you have no self-control.”
“’Bout this pussy? Not a drop.”
We shared a laugh as he kissed my face. A knock at the door broke our private moment.
“I’m just gonna assume y’all are done in there,” Maceo said. “Pops wants to do a toast, so clean up and bring y’all’s nasty asses out here. By the way, y’all can’t say shit about me and Shar.”
“Sure the fuck can’t!” she chimed in.
“Get away from the damn door!” I yelled.
I could hear them laughing as they walked away, leaving us alone. I shook my head.
“You know all eyes are about to be on us, right?”
He shrugged. “Ask me if I care. ‘Cause I don’t.”
I eased off his dick and stood to my feet before heading to the adjoining bathroom.
“Bring your ass, sir. And don’t come in here on your shit.”
He chuckled as he stood to his feet. “Don’t let that smart ass mouth find you bent over that bathroom sink.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good—”
Before I knew it, my body was slumped over the bathroom sink with my leg propped up and his dick in me once again. All I could do was moan and take it. I guess my daddy would be waiting to give this toast.