“Fuck! Fuckkkkk, Chase!” she whisper-screamed as I felt her grant my request, squeezing me so tight that I fell right with her. I swore that woman had magic pussy… and it didn’t help that the rest of her was so perfect either.
“Shiiit, Amaya,” I groaned into her mouth as an orgasm shook through my body. As we caught our breath, we stayed pressed together, and I wished I could just stay inside her all day, instead of being forced to do this bullshit. We both sighed heavily once I pulled out, and I quickly grabbed some tissues to contain the mess we made between her thighs. She stayed there, propped up, eyes on me while I took care of her, gently cleaning her up, putting her panties back on, and buttoning her dress back up until she was fully clothed again.
“Still nervous?” she asked with a quirked brow.
“Not when all I can think about it your titties bouncing while that pussy creamed on me like that. Hell no,” I said, now putting my own clothes back on.
“Then I guess I did my job,” she said with a smirk, reaching over to help me with my buttons and tie. I smiled to myself—she didn’t even realize how comfortable she was being all in myspace. Even past the sex, the way we moved in sync with each other couldn’t be ignored.
She pulled out a small mirror and whispered a curse when she realized that her edges were ruined beyond repair. I couldn’t control the smile that crept its way onto my face when I realized that I hit my own personal goal of fucking the baby hairs off her fine ass.
“Well I’ma have to start paying you extra… How does an extra $5 sound?” I teased, pulling her into a kiss nasty enough to have us both tugging at each other’s clothes again.
“Nigga get off me!” Her laugh soothed something inside me as she swatted at me playfully. “I just fixed my makeup, ugh!” I pulled her in again and fucked her gloss up again just to be an asshole, but I didn’t miss how she gripped my shirt, prolonging the kiss.
“You ready now?” she asked once we had finally got ourselves put back together.
“Yeah,” I nodded. We did one more sweep of each other to make sure nothing was out of place, then rejoined the others who were waiting for us in the living room.
“Everyone ready?” Amaya asked. They all got up and grabbed their things, none the wiser to what just went down a few doors down the hall.
“What did you do?” I heard Jocelyn ask Amaya under her breath as we started our walk to our cars.
“I cussed him out,” she snickered, making both of them giggle and me let out a low laugh too, knowing what really happened. She may have cussed me out, but her pussy was wetting up my dick when she did it. The faint smell of caramel clung to me, mixing in with my own—the realization hitting me in the chest and making me smile.
I couldn’t wait to proudly tell the world that I was fucking that woman.
Andrews Takes the Stand:
Today, the defendant Chase Andrews took the stand in the King vs Andrew's case, first being examined by the plaintiff’s attorneys. While on the stand the defendant maintained his innocence and remained calm, cool, and collected, while also still being very relatable. He talked about his humble upbringing and how he met the plaintiff when they were both on their respective rises to fame. He spoke about the early days of their relationship and how it was not always as peaceful as the blogs and reports made it seem to be.
After break, the defendant was cross-examined by his defense team where he detailed the abusive relationship that he witnessed between his parents growing up. He spoke of his extensive community service and seemed to leave a lasting impression on jurors.
CHAPTER 15
DJ AMAYA ON THE 1S & 2S
Chase
Where you at?
Me
At the house. What’s up?
Chase
Jocelyn there?
Me
Jocelyn hasn’t been here all damn week with her freaky ass.
Chase
Bet.
Me
