Chapter 2 #3
“You mean more to me than the breath in my body. Money and material shit don’t mean nothin’ to me, but you,” Monroe paused for a moment and bore deeper into Promises’ eyes.
It was almost like he was getting high as he spoke to her, the way he inhaled and exhaled was liberating for both of them.
“You can’t be replaced, doll. You ain’t never asked a nigga for shit.
Ain’t never required nothing beyond my heart, and even that wasn’t a verbal request. All a nigga really wanna do is be wit’chu.
Share time, space, and everything good this life has to offer.
I can afford to give you the best of me, and nothing in this world is off limits for you.
Just keep your hand in mine, and I got you. ”
Promises’ heart sunk not because she was sad, but because the weight of his words made her weak in all the right ways.
She pressed her lips against his, knowing he stood ten toes down when it came to keeping his word, and his ability to go beyond the call of duty when it came to her should’ve been studied.
The energy between them was so intensely passionate they couldn’t resist the urge to go deeper.
Before the kiss deepened, Monroe leaned forward, removed his shirt, but never took his eyes off Promise. She slid off his lap, removed her shirt, then slowly unbuttoned her pants after taking her shoes off.
“Pretty ass pussy,” Monroe murmured, his eyes honing in on her freshly waxed pussy, that showcased the tattooed M on the center of its face.
Promise took her time, and Monroe enjoyed the show.
With his teeth clenched, his eyes roamed her body as he unbuckled his belt, eased his zipper down, and removed his pants and boxers simultaneously.
Kicking his clothes to the side, he leaned back and relaxed his hands on the arms of the chair.
Promise stepped out of her thong, and stepped forward, but her eyes were distracted as she watched Monroe’s dick swell right before her.
Never in her life had she witnessed a dick so fanciable…
so fucking irresistible. Monroe’s dick was a work of art, and that deep ass curve was so smooth; Promise couldn’t wait for him to push it inside of her.
As a matter of fact, her pussy anticipated his entrance so bad her body trembled unapologetically as her secretions spilled down her thick thighs.
The way Promise gazed at his pole commanded the beast in him to relax and let her do her thing.
The shit was mesmerizing as fuck to watch her as she exuded lioness energy right before his very eyes.
He loved that shit more than she realized.
How she could be soft, territorial, feisty, and sexy as hell all at once; he’d never know.
That’s why no one in the world could convince him that he hadn’t won the greatest prize in life.
“Wait a minute, ma,” Monroe protested, studying her closely, like her body was relaying a secret.
Monroe gave her thigh a firm smack, a silent cue for her to lift her leg to his side. The sight of her pussy glistening with her essence was hypnotizing. Slowly, he reached forward to play with her swollen clit.
“Ssss,” Promise moaned, reaching forward to hold Monroe’s shoulder for support.
“Shit,” Monroe hissed. “Pussy wet as fuck,” he murmured as her juices dripped down his fingers like water. “Damn, Doll. Spread them thighs wider. Let a nigga get a better view,” he commanded, licking his fingers.
Following up quickly, Monroe leaned in as he strummed her pussy like a guitar. Monroe had her right where he wanted her–on the edge. He rubbed softly on her sensitive nub with his thumb, while his middle finger worked past her fat pussy lips, entering her with urgency.
“Fuck, babyyy,” Promise moaned.
“That’s right, my baby. Let that nut go,” he said, replacing his thumb with his silver tongue, while gliding his middle finger in and out of her gushy mound.
“Ohhhh shit, baby. I’m cummingggg,” Promise screamed and creamed at the same time.
Monroe continued to swipe his tongue over her clit, while massaging her walls with his finger until he felt her body calm down.
“Mhm,” he said, rising from his seat, and pulling Promise into his arms.
He kissed her passionately, then worked his way down to her neck, while skillfully toying with her tightened nipples that begged to be sucked and lightly nibbled on.
Monroe was the right nigga for the job as he instinctively squeezed her ass, and ducked lower to give her titties the attention they begged for.
Promise stood on wobbly legs, caressing Monroe’s back as he lightly nibbled and sucked her brown areolas.
“Mmm… Baby, I’m finna cum again.”
“Get that shit, doll,” he said, flicking his tongue against her stiffened nipples.
“Ughnnn,” she moaned, releasing again.
With low-set eyes, Monroe stood upright, still massaging Promises’ ass. “You ready for me to put this dick in you, Doll?”
“Yes, baby. I’m always ready to receive you.”
“How you want me to give you this dick?”
“Right here,” Promise pointed, sliding her plump ass on the table, spreading her legs wide enough for Monroe to fit between them, and slid what was left of her plate to the other side.
“Then I want you to carry me to the elevator, and slow stroke me against the wall for the whole ride,” Promise said, drenching her fingers in her own essence.
“Then hit it from the back with your hands around my neck,” she said before tasting herself.
Monroe examined Promises’ sopping wet pussy once more before closing the small space between them. Up and down. Round and round. He smeared the head of his dick in her wetness.
“Please, Monroe. I can’t take it anymore,” Promise told him, grabbing his dick, and guiding it to her slick tunnel.
Monroe wasted no time pushing deeply inside her tunnel. “Shit, Doll. You got some good ass pussy, you know that?”
“Yesss,” she answered truthfully, knowing she had that kryptonite snatch.
Monroe gripped her waist and stroked her pussy like his life depended on it.
Slow and steady. Deep and powerfully. Making her feel him in her soul as he dug her out.
He slipped into a trance listening to the conversation his dick and Promises’ pussy had as they connected on a soul level.
It was so sacred neither of them had a big enough vocabulary to put the message into words.
But, they felt it…They heard it, and the taste was sweeter than honey.
Swerving his body around in circular motions as he sped his strokes up.
Promise wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist as he lifted her from the table, his dick still lodged deep in her pussy.
Promise was so gone off the dick, she didn’t realize that Monroe had stepped into the elevator.
All she knew was that when she opened her eyes again, Monroe was laying her down in the bed.
“Back that ass up, Doll,” Monroe commanded.
Promise quickly obliged, arching her back just how he liked it.
Monroe smacked her ass hard, then caressed the same spot he’d just smacked, but the way her essence oozed out of her was sexy as hell. Without hesitation, Monroe spread her ass cheeks and dived deeper, the curve of his dick tapping her g-spot with each stroke he took.
“Gotdamn, Doll. Pussy got a nigga weak. Love this shit, you hear me?”
“Yes, baby. It’s all for you,” Promise vulnerably confessed.
Monroe didn’t give verbal threats like you bet not give this pussy to no other nigga.
He didn’t say shit like I’ll murk a mu’fucka if you even think about giving my shit away.
He didn’t say that because he didn’t have to.
He knew the way he did her body, she’d be a fool to entertain the thought of being with another nigga.
The way he touched her, and made her feel.
The way he listened, obeyed, and gave her body what it needed.
The way he fucked all that fear and anxiety away, and followed up with action, was some shit Monroe was confident another nigga would never be able to do.
“Cum, Doll!”
“Ughn!” She obeyed instantly.
“Fuck!” Monroe’s thighs tightened as he lightly choked her from behind.
They climaxed together.
Promise tightened her walls around his shaft, milking every ounce of his strength as he massaged her ass.
“Come on, Doll. Let’s get in the shower. We got a flight to catch.”
Cocooned slightly by the highest luxury threaded soft white sheets, Promise sat in the middle of a massive Alaskan King bed enjoying the serene, but tranquil views St. Tropez offered.
The golden glow Promise woke up to as she sat in the center of the bed indian style was a beauty not many places offered.
Living a luxury life wasn't something that Promise wasn’t privy to, but it was something she’d never taken lightly.
She was humble and immensely grateful for the life God had blessed her with, and the fact that she got to share her world with Monroe was a bonus.
Palm Trees swayed gently in the distance.
Umbrella Pine Trees framed the horizon.
White sand melted into the clear turquoise water, seemingly stretching out into forever.
The fresh breeze seeping through the windows as Promise closed her eyes was intoxicating.
She inhaled deeply, then lightly exhaled.
The sound of Monroe turning on the shower prompted her to join him, so they could get their day started.
St. Tropez was too beautiful not to enjoy it fully.
Promise slipped out of bed and padded to the ensuite with every intention of catering to her man.
As soon as she entered, steam had already filled the space, and since she was already naked, there was no hesitation as she stepped into the walk-in shower with Monroe.
“Good morning, handsome,” Promise said sweetly, embracing him from behind, and grabbing his washcloth.
“What’s good, Doll?” Monroe replied, turning to face her.