“What you doing?” I asked.
“Creating evidence.” She winked.
She then opened the camera, switched it to record, then raised one hand like she was being sworn in.
“Let the record show that I am of sound mind, fully consenting, and requestingimmediateaction. Nobody coerced me, and I am prepared to accept whatever consequences come with my decision. Therefore, I waive my right to remain untouched and respectfully request that this man stop wasting the court’s time and fuck me like he’s been threatening to before I file a formal complaint for excessive teasing.”
She angled the camera closer to her face.
“No further questions, Your Honor. The witness is horny.”
Then she stopped the recording and held the phone up with a satisfied smile.
I stared at her for a second before a laugh broke loose.
Shawty was clearly a tipsy as hell when she made that “oath”, but she wasn’t slurring, stumbling, or seemed confused about what she wanted.
“The court finds the witness credible,” I ruled. “The court will allow the video into evidence.”
I took the phone from her hand and set it aside.
“But don’t get comfortable on that stand,” I included. “That recording might satisfy the court, but I’m still gon’ make sure you mean that shit every step of the way.”
My thumb traced slow, deliberate circles along her thigh. That possessive touch served as a quiet reminder that, for however much time we had left, she belonged to me.
“Court is now in session, and judging by the evidence, this hearing might last all damn night.”
Roughly and impatiently, she grabbed my belt with both hands and yanked me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between us. Her fingers dropped to the button of my pants, fumbling with it in her urgency before dragging the zipper down. The second her hand slipped beneath my waistband and into my boxers, a low groan tore from my throat.
“Mmm,” she moaned cutely, her eyes widening slightly. “You’re big. Worth the pain for sure.”
She continued to stroke me tortuously while gripping my left shoulder with her free hand to steady herself.
“You feel that?” she asked with a teasing smile spread across her face. “Just imagine how my pussy gon’ feel. You gon’ love it.”
That was about all the teasing I could take.
I guided her back against the mirror and settled between her parted thighs, then I looked up and locked eyes with her.
“You still sure about this?” I asked, my voice rough.
Instead of answering immediately, she reached beneath her dress, hooked her fingers into the sides of her black lace panties, and slowly pushed them down her legs.
My eyes followed every inch of fabric until they reached her ankles. She removed them effortlessly then held them toward me with a daring smile.
“Consider that my final answer.”
I took the panties from her hand and brought them to my face, inhaling deeply as her scent filled my lungs.
Vanilla.
Fuck, she smells good.
I pushed her thighs apart so I could seeeverything.
As she laid back on the counter exposed and vulnerable, I peered down at her dripping wet pussy.
“Goddamn. Look at this pretty-ass pussy.”
