15. Myheir
My house had never felt more like a home until Khaleya stepped inside. I hadn’t realized it until this moment that I’d just been existing here. I slowed my pace behind her, because I wanted to experience my place through her reactions.
She’d been fairly silent from the moment we pulled down the long driveway, then into my garage. I think seeing where I lived opened her eyes up to just how much I was worth. I noticed she tried to never question that or notice just how much access I had.
If only she knew I was going to help her change the game, as long as she allowed me to. I clasped my hands behind my back and continued to follow behind her until she stopped at the base of the stairs.
“Show me where your bedroom is.”
Those were her first words here, and it wasn’t a question. I smirked and stepped around her to lead the way, until we made it to the last room at the end of the hall. I pushed open the two double doors and stepped to the side.
Khaleya’s eyes expanded at the sight of just how big it was in here. She stopped in the doorway and slipped out of her shoes, then walked further until she made it to the entrance of my bathroom. My eyes hadn’t left her for a moment.
Everything she did was sensual. She turned to look over her shoulder, then gripped her dress at each side, before pulling it over her head and placing it in a neat pile by the door. I didn’t need more of an invitation than that.
I began loosening the buttons on my dress shirt one at a time, never breaking eye contact with her. Lightly, her tongue ran across her lower lip as she reached behind herself to pop the buttons on her bra, allowing her full breasts to spill free.
My steps weren’t hurried as I walked over to her. We had all night, and I didn’t have to guess if she was giving me permission to give her body what it needed. Me.
I ran two fingers from the side of her neck, over the swell of her nipples, down her stomach until I reached the lace guarding the most sacred part of her. I dropped to my knees in front of her, then placed her leg over my shoulder.
I placed a sweet kiss through her lace against her bud, causing her knees to buckle.
“Can I worship this pussy, Doll? I need to hear that yes.”
I kissed her lower lips once more through the lace, but this time dragging my tongue along the seam to taste her essence that was soaking through the more time I spent here.
I slipped the lace to the side, giving her the release she was damn sure going to have to beg for. I slipped my finger into her, causing her to cry out. Her moans were picking up as I added another digit for a tighter fit. I needed to stretch her a bit more if she wanted to invite me home.
I slowed my hand, then stopped, causing her to look down at me with wild eyes. Her lips were swollen from her constant biting and stubbornness not to beg for more. But like I’d warned her in the beginning, I liked shit a little difficult.
“What are you doing?” she groaned.
“I plan to give you everything you’re asking for and more, Doll.
But I’m gone need to hear that yes, baby.
Tell me you want me to fuck this pretty pussy, how you want tongue and fingers to make you climb fucking walls.
If you want it, you gone have to beg for that shit, Doll. Don’t make me have to tell you again.”
I leaned forward, sucking her pearl into my mouth, then biting down lightly, causing her to moan and scream at once.
“Yes! Yes! Yes. I need you, Big.”
Her stubborn streak seemed to have met its match in here. I didn’t need further instruction before inserting my two fingers back into her and my mouth against her clit.
“Fuckkkk!” she screamed out.
Her essence rained all over my face and drenched my shirt.
Her knees seemed to give out, but I wasn’t close to done with her.
I smirked up at her and kissed the thigh that was still on my shoulder.
Khaleya was gripping the wall now to hold her up, but she had to know she was safe with me. I’d never let her fall.
I removed my now soaked shirt and tossed it to the floor beside her dress. Then I lifted her from the ground, placing the other thigh over my shoulder.
“Big, you better not—fuck—you better not drop me, shit,” she cried out as I continued to attack her clit, making sure I got every bit of her I could.
I was nose deep in this pussy, and I had no plans of coming out anytime soon.
I had my bedroom memorized, so I didn’t need to be able to see to walk towards my platform in the center of the room.
The moment I made it to the edge, I lifted her from my shoulders and laid her on the bed.
I reached out and gripped both sides of her lace panties, dragging them over her hips, down her thighs, and past those pretty-ass toes.
I brought her soaked panties to my nose and inhaled, groaning, before slipping them into my khaki pocket. Her stare was dripping with lust, and I’m sure mine matched the same energy.
I unbuttoned, unzipped, then lowered my pants with briefs in one motion.
My dick sprang free, begging for his turn to worship every hole she was willing to offer.
I gripped my shit and stroked it once. She wagged her finger for me to come closer.
I didn’t question it as I moved into her grip.
She didn’t waste a single second before practically swallowing my shit whole.
I wanted to pull out of the warm confines of her mouth, but her freaked out ass held the backs of my thighs so I couldn’t move, while continuing to suck my shit with no hands, allowing me to slide down her throat over and over, hitting the back.
But she just kept going. It was clear she didn’t have a gag reflex.
“Enough, Doll,” I groaned.
But she picked up the speed, flattened her tongue, and sucked me in deeper, if that was a thing. My vision was blurring. I needed to get my dick out of her mouth. I gripped her jaw lightly as her mischievous grin slipped through. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Is that what you want, Doll? Shit, well, it’s coming,” I groaned, cumming down her throat.
She swallowed every drop, then pulled back. My dick slipped from her tongue with remnants of my cum on the tip.
“I’m on yo’ ass.”
She giggled and flipped over, tooting her ass up. I slapped her ass, causing it to jiggle and her to moan. I should have known she would like that kind of shit.
I leaned forward and tongued her second set of lips.
“Doll, you know how pretty this pussy is. Damn, I could eat on this muthafucka’ all night. But we got some straightening out to do. Don’t you agree?”
I gripped my dick, rubbing the head up and down through her soaked lips but not sinking in just yet. My dick hardened again immediately. I pressed my tip against her entrance just a bit to peek in and slipped back out.
Her frustrated moans continued as I continued to feed her pussy just the tip, then pull it back.
Khaleya glanced over her shoulder with a frustrated frown, pushing her ass back against me, hoping to get every inch with her movements.
“You want me to dig this pussy out, Doll?” I asked, then leaned forward to place a kiss against her pussy lips.
“Please, you want me to beg, well I’m begging, Big. Fuck me—”
The last of it didn’t get fully out of her mouth before I slammed into her, stealing her breath. I pulled back and slammed into her again, before smoothing out my strokes. Her ass slamming back against me as I sped up my strokes was causing my shit to harden even more.
I lifted one leg on the side of her and continued to slam into her before slowing it down, pulling out her every orgasm. I pulled all the way out, grabbed her ankle, and flipped her onto her back, before lifting her into my arms, then sliding back in.
I made sure my arms slipped beneath her thighs as I drove into her over and over. Her sweet moans, the nips of her teeth against my shoulder as she tried to contain her screams, only pushed me to go harder.
I was in this pussy like I was running a marathon, but I didn’t mind finishing last. My Doll was the star of this race. I was just happy to be a participant. When she crossed that finish line, I’d be celebrating right along with her.
“I need you to soak this muthafucka. Can you do that, Doll?” I groaned in her ear.
She nodded enthusiastically.
“What did I say about using your words? You’re a big girl, right?” I asked.
“Yes, Big, yes,” she screamed out as I picked up my pace, slamming into her over and over until she did just as I’d told her.
She soaked this muthafucka.
welcome to tuscany
It had been a few weeks since Khaleya and I had made it official. The only thing that concerned me was we had yet to talk more about the grant money. It was like she felt picking me was the end of everything else I agreed on. I didn’t see it that way.
But I also didn’t want to overstep how she wanted to get her money for her business. I knew what it was like and how important it was to get it honestly. I couldn’t knock her for that.
Khaleya’s hand was in mine as we flew to Pisa with Premier Wings. I know this was also awkward for her. I’ve had to get her to sit her ass down a few times. She was trying to do the other flight attendant’s job.
“Doll, you alright?” I asked.
She turned to face me with wide eyes.
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“You just look like you aren’t here. You need me to take you in the back real quick?”
I lifted a brow and smirked. She pulled her hand from mine and swatted my shoulder.
“Big, please. I know all these damn people on this plane.”
I nodded like I understood. “I get it. You don’t want them to know your social security and shit. That’s how you get your identity stolen, baby.”
Her eyes expanded and her mouth dropped open. Khaleya leaned forward to whisper, as if someone had heard me.
“That was one time! Stop bringing up old shit.”
I cracked up. “Old shit, huh? This was last night, Doll.”
“Like I said. Old shit.”
I couldn’t catch my breath. I was laughing so damn much. I held my hands up in surrender.