Page 36 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

I jumped out of my skin and turned toward Roy who stood at my closet doorway. I didn’t even hear this man open up the door. He kept his gaze locked into mine then seconds later his eyes salaciously drifted down my body. It dawned on me that I was standing in front of him naked as the day I was born.

“Damn, you blessed, baby.” He licked his lips seductively.

I instantly hated the way my pussy kickstarted from his compliment, and even worse… his penetrating cognac eyes. The smell of his cologne suffocated and hypnotized me, making me forget that he was an enemy coming to take me against my will.

“Ain’t even tryna cover up all that fuckin’ thickness…” He bit his bottom lip then proceeded to step fully into my closet.

I pulled my shirt quickly over my head then fumbled with my sweats.

“I fasho feel some shit when I’m looking at you… it’s just too bad I can’t explore it anymore,” he continued.

Immediately, I was ashamed at how disappointed I felt hearing his confession of not wanting to explore anything with me. Why did I want him to in the first place? He was the exact kind of man that I told myself I would never entertain again. He was tempting as hell and arrogantly full of himself.

This man… this fine ass man, was here to kidnap me. He probably had his men beat my dad up and here I was standing half naked, sweats still clutched in my hands in front of him. I couldn’t even breathe properly because the sexual chemistry swirling between us was too much to inhale.

Instead of me saying a smart-ass comment, I decided to play a more dangerous game. I blinked my eyes innocently then offered him one of my sly sexy smirks to fuck with him. Slowly, and I do mean very slowly, I let my lips fall apart; my tongue traced the top of my lip before I turned on my heels, giving him my ass to view.

I made quick work of gathering my locs and wrapping them into a tight bun at the top of my head.

“Damnnn,” he grunted out from behind me.

Good! He’s still at a cool distance… I thought.

I dropped my sweats, spread my legs apart, then bent down, using my right hand to grab one ankle. Roy was now upside down in my line of vision. The cold air kissed my wet pussy. All the blood rushed to my head as my fingers parted my moist lower lips apart. I rubbed the pads of my index and middle finger against my clit, moaning softly. The hunger and intensity locked into his smoldering eyes thrilled me to no end.

I dared him with my own eyes to try me. I wondered if he’d fold. Then I asked myself just how far I’d let him take it since he had me in a compromising position.

“It’s just too bad that I wouldn’t dare let you explore shit when it comes to me.” I winked at him before sliding my middle finger inside of my hot wet tunnel.

Not wanting to tease myself while trying to tease him, I slid my finger out and sucked my juices seductively then stood up straight. I silently put on my sweats with a small smirk on my face. I kept my eyes on the drawer in front of me, still feeling the heat of Roy’s eyes glued to my backside.

“You the type of nigga that want to feel some shit forreal…” I giggled softly. “Too bad I won’t be the bitch that you’ll ever feel some shit with.” I looked over my shoulder and winked, pulling the jaw string of my sweats tightly before putting it into a knot.

“I’d have you thinking you was walking on the moon, baby,” I boasted, shaking my head.

I shut my drawers back, getting ready to turn around and face him but was stopped abruptly by his hand wrapping tightly around my throat.

“I’m a fucking dog, baby.” He licked the shell of my ear, causing me to shudder. “The worse kind of dog.” He sniffed right into my ear then barked loudly, making me jump. “I can smell the pee mixed with light musk radiating off that soppy lil shit between these thick ass thighs…”

I gasped when his hand smoothly reached around and grabbed a handful of my pussy through my sweats. My top teeth nearly penetrated my bottom lip to keep from moaning.

“That shit throbbing ain’t it?” He squeezed harder.

A low squeak left my mouth before he started moving his hands from side to side. It was the right amount of pressure against my aching bud. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. I told myself over and over not to hump his hand back, but my hips and pussy had a mind of its own. I thrusted once then found it to be tortuously painful when I forced myself to stop.

My teasing backfired.

The cotton material of my sweats started to soak up all my juices, followed by my body bucking like I was possessed. Just that fast, I was close to the edge of an explosive orgasm without him making contact with my bare sex. His warm breath caressed the inside of my ear canal, making my nipples stiffen.

“You want me to pull these sweats down and fuck the shit out of you.” He squeezed tighter.

What he said wasn’t a question, it was a statement of truth. I wanted him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me. Heavy lust had its way of transforming a well-grounded, self-preserved woman like myself into a pure sex demon. I went fully celibate for over a year; the only time I touched my pussy was when it was time to clean it.

“I’m the wrong mutha fucka to tease, especially when I refuse to explore in debt pussy.”

My face heated as my entire body came alive and unraveled shamefully. My light groaning turned into full fledge moans.

“It’s too bad I can’t lick every inch and crevice of this fat ass pussy.” His fingers curved upward.