Page 37 of Pretty

He pointed at the picture that I stopped on. “That woman who appears to be cuddled up to me is Chanel Dubois; she’s a fellow sportscaster, and she’s married to former NBA player Ashton Santoro. She used to give me hell when I was in the league, but in a good way.” He pointed to the next series of pictures and explained each one. “That woman is Pam Ford, our quarterback, Linc Ford’s, wife. This woman right here is my former coach’s wife, and this woman here is Everett Tyler’s fiancée.”

“Your producer who you told me about? That Everett?” They were all so beautiful and young looking, despite how old their husbands looked. These women were drop-dead gorgeous with model appeal. That was why it was easy to believe they were women he was trying to get with.

“Yeah. Baby, there’s nothing going on between me and any woman but you. The last woman I was involved with was the one who lied about having my kid. When I told you that I wasn’t a settled down type of nigga in the past, that was the real. No woman could ever say that I committed to her or misled her. I really like you, Pretty, and I don’t want to play games. We’ve spent a lot of quality time together, getting to know each other beyond the physical, and I know that I want a relationship with you. I know that your ex-husband fucked up big time, and it’s making it hard for you to trust, but I’m not that nigga. You can always trust me and know that I won’t lie to you. You can come to me for anything that you want or need. Ask me any question; I’m an open book.”

I felt foolish, but I was glad that I didn’t shut him out like I first thought about doing. I was glad that we had the conversation so that we could hash it out.

“I don’t have any questions, Drew. I promise in the future that I’ll come to you rather than listening to anyone else.”

“Good. Because I will always hold myself accountable where you’re concerned. If I could’ve been here with you, I would have been. I would’ve preferred to be here with you.”

“It’s okay. You’re here now. That’s all that matters,” I murmured as he kissed the side of my face, and his hand grasped my breast.

“I missed you so much,” he declared in a whisper.

“Not more than I missed you,” I replied as I led him back to my bedroom.

“Girl, you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting you.”

“Show me.”

Drew pushed me back on the bed and kissed me. He was already riled up; I could feel it as his dick pressed against my thigh.

He pushed my robe down my shoulders and kneed my legs open. My nipples swelled and ached at the tender touch of his fingers as he played out musical chords on them.

His head dipped between my legs, and with his tongue, he coaxed an aria from within. He sucked and licked my clitoris, while he slipped one and then two fingers inside of me. My hips circled wildly out of control, desperate to connect with him. Although he drove me to the edge, I knew that I didn’t want to cum too fast; I wanted to enjoy the moment.

I looked into Drew’s dark brown eyes as he watched my reaction to his touch. My juices sparkled on his beard and mustache. His nose and lips glistened with my essence, and that turned me on. My hands joined the chorus he created within my body, as I tweaked my nipples with my fingers.

My free hand rubbed the back of his head, encouraging him to go deeper. My legs were open because I didn’t want to withhold a single drop. I wanted nothing to go unaccounted for, so he had an all-access pass to my ass. While he sucked me, and my fingers tweaked and twisted, he inserted the fingers of his other hand into my ass. Two and two. That was how he filled me up, in the front and the back, and both sets of fingers matched each other’s rhythm until I released the euphoria building within me.

When he finished, I climbed off the bed and kneeled on the floor. He came to me when I beckoned him, and I grasped his dick in my hands. Drew’s dick seemed to mushroom as I gently sucked the tip in between my lips. He was slick and salty, and I used my cheeks to pull him further in, bit by bit.

Drew’s hands worked their way into my hair, until his fingers gently massaged my scalp. I held onto his hips as he pumped back and forth in an attempt to touch the back of my throat. I pulled back just to the tip and ran my tongue across the slit in the head of his dick. I savored the taste of the salty pre-cum and then slid him toward the back of my throat.

He pulled my head back just a bit. “Look at me.”

I did, and his onyx looking eyes shone bright. His full lips were a bit moist as he bit the bottom one. “You’re driving me crazy, Pretty.”

I winked at him and then sucked harder using aggravated motions to pull and push his dick in and out of my mouth. I knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, and I didn’t mind.

I used my teeth to scrape the underside of his dick lightly, and with one hand I held him at the base and pumped him. With my other hand, I gently raked my nails over his balls and then squeezed and rubbed them. It drove him crazy, and the hold he had on my hair loosened until his hands dropped to my shoulders.

His body jerked, and I prepared for the release of his hot cum in my mouth. I sucked in the saltiness of his precum, like a weakened version of a milkshake. My cheeks huffed in and out, waiting for his release.

He pulled free of me.

“Not like this.”

“But I want to taste you.”

“Next time. I need to be inside of you now,” he declared with a grunt.

Drew slid into me with ease, and I welcomed him with warmth.

I loved the way that our bodies connected and tapped out a rhythm of harmony.

“Oooh, Drew. Keep it right there,” I whimpered.