“With some tables so people can sit in the garden and enjoy a latte with a friend or a good book.”
Edison laughed. “Yeah, exactly that. People wouldn’t have to go all the way into town if they wanted a good cup of Joe.” His hand rested on my bare thigh. I was wearing one of his T-shirts and nothing more.
“You should do it. Both. I don’t think you’ve failed at a single thing you’ve ever tried.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I do. I have faith enough for the both of us.”
He smiled wistfully, his voice soft yet deep. “You have faith in me?” His hand slipped under my shirt, finding my clit.
I gripped the edge of the stool, only able to manage a weak, “Uh-huh.”
“Do you have faith I can make you come a few more times tonight?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
Edison jumped up and pushed away the items on the kitchen counter. A bowl with roosters painted along the edge shattered when it accidentally hit the floor spilling bananas and apples to the hardwood. Undeterred Edison grabbed me, setting me on the counter. He pulled off his boxers and fucked me in the cozy kitchen of his creepy old man house.
His dick was substantial and while I couldn’t prove it, I believe it was reaching my belly button. Big dick was a dime a dozen. Most men thought aggressive pumping was enough. Edison had the tools and understood how to use them. Each stroke was calculated for my pleasure. Pulling out, he used the tip to tease my pearl and I sat up and paid attention. Occasionally he’d dip into my honey pot before swiping it across my slit once more.
“Hey, can you be a good girl for me?”
My face lit up. “Yes.”
He lifted me off the counter and moved us to the hallway. “I want you to lay face down and not move a finger.”
“Okay.” I complied, removing my T-shirt before taking to all fours.
“Face down, Fancy.” Edison’s voice grew closer as he shifted from standing to kneeling. “Are you good? Do you need a pillow?”
“No, I’m good.” Edison slapped my ass and I knew I was in trouble. “What’s about to happen to me?” I meekly asked.
“Oh, I’m about to fuck you within an inch of your life.” I could have come off the strength of those words alone. “Arch that back, darling.”
Edison massaged my clit while sliding inside and I cried out. “Just take my money.”
I started rocking back and forth and was chastised. “Did I tell you to move?”
“No.”
“Tonight, you have to follow my rules.”
“Done. Can I beg because I feel like I want to beg a little?”
“Uhm … that’s fine.”
“I really need all of it right now.” Edison claimed hold of my waist and went to town. When I tell you he demolished my pussy. The strokes were long and methodical. He hit every nerve as he slid in and out over and over again. “Oh God punish this pussy, baby.”
He switched his position, and I went into a fugue state. Edison had me pinned and there was nothing I could do but get fucked. Each pump inching me closer to the upper rooms. The clapping of my cheeks laced with my uncontrollable moans was a fucking bop. “Edison, you fuck me so good.”
His massive hand encircled my neck, and he pulled my torso upward. “You like that.”
“God, yes. Choke me harder.”
The pressure around my neck tightened. “Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s yours for the taking. Get it baby.” While Edison was deep in my guts, I realized I would cut a bitch over this man. Was he fucking everybody like this? I would let him ruin my life. Tank my credit score, burn down my house, slap my momma. Shambles, I was in shambles over this dick. “I think I’m about to cry.”
