“I love you too, Chief.”
“The perfect dress,the perfect hairstyle and makeup artist, the perfect talent routine, and the most mesmerizing swimsuit that will put the judges in a trance, oh my darling daughter, we got this in the bag.” Mama Steph bragged about me as we made our way to our suites with Courtland and Bone following us. It was the week of regionals and it was the best break from all the drama on the homeland with Quincey.
When I ran away to Courtland’s house that night, I stayed two days, only coming up for air and food when we went on dates.
To say Quincey and I had tension at the house was an understatement. We avoided each other at every turn. Long gone were the days of my best friend being able to manipulate me with his fake promises and lavish gifts. Nope, that was over with. I had other things to worry about like competing this week and taking the Mrs. Crescent Supreme title so I could advance to nationals.
“Mama, don’t jinx me. Can we get settled in and size up the competition first?”
Courtland waved my key over the handle, granting me access. He stepped inside first, checking out everything while Bone did the same for Mama.
“No need. We don’t see any competition, just you with the crown on your head and a sash over your chest.”
“Thank you, Mama,” I said right before she slipped into her door with Bone closing it behind her.
“You can head down to the bar, Bone. I’ll be down in a minute.” He bowed out, offering a small smile. Courtland gently pushed me into the door not a second later, making me burst into a fit of giggles.
“Mama could be peeping through her peephole, Chief,” I protested as he hoisted me into the air.
“So? I don’t give a damn. You know my rules. That goes for her too, Lou. You’ve teased me all damn morning, you should’ve known I was going to be on your ass the moment I could get you alone.”
I was tossed on the bed with my dress flying up along with my legs.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I did was take a shower, get dressed, and?—"
“And show me my pussy without letting me taste it. I’m a starving, grown man, baby. I need to eat this pussy at least three, four times a day.” I laughed as I grabbed my phone, snapping a quick picture of him laying between my legs, catching him mid lick of my inner thighs.
“Three to fourrrr! Mmm… Chief,” I moaned the second his tongue lapped against my clit, instantly causing my eyes to close as he inched me closer to his awaiting mouth that wasted no time pulling my soul from my pussy.
“Chief, I only have a few minutes. I have orientation and registration and can—oh my fucking Gooooood. Please don’tstop, baby. Yes, fuck me with your tongue, just like that.” I grinded into his face while holding his head tightly.
My legs locked around his neck, further forcing him to remain in place while my back lifted off the bed. I felt like I was floating as the first ripple of ecstasy ran through my bones.
“Just one round and then I have to go downstairs, Chief,” I said as I panted.
“I thought you would see shit my fucking way,” he said as he looked up at me while still nestled between my thick thighs.
I scooted back enough to flip over, arching into the perfect pose for his deep backstrokes. I put my hand on my pussy, getting my finger wet before going back to my clit.
“I assume the position, Chief.” Courtland licked his lips as he began to strip out of his pants, slinging his tie over his shoulders.
“Mmm… top tier queen shit, baby.” He yanked me back toward the edge, allowing his dick to brush my pussy as he leaned over me, grabbing my hand that was still playing, sucking my juices off before he placed kisses along my back.
I reached for his dick, gliding it back and forth in my wetness then slowly inching him inside me, biting down on my bottom lip as I felt his dick stretching my pussy wide to fit him.
Courtland’s dick was carved from perfection, molded to overflow my pussy, and I loved it.
The slap to my ass brought my moan through my lips as I tossed my ass into his groin, getting more of him in.
“Work that shit, Lou.” I continued thrusting against him until Courtland took over. He grabbed my waist, pulling me back faster into him.
“I got it, baby. You’re on a tight schedule, ‘member?” he grunted while my mouth hung open as my orgasm hit and had me crying his name.
“Yes, Courtland, use my body how you see fit.”
“Uht uht, baby. I’m not using it, I’m pleasing this fine ass muthafucka. That nigga used you enough. I keep telling you, I’m here to serve you, Queen Lou. I’m just giving you this dick how you love it, baby.”
Which was true as I came back-to-back on it.
