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Montie’s hand slipped between our bodies and flicked against my slit. Glorious vibrations rippled from the depths of my soul. I threw my heat toward him in a slow rolling movement. Contractions rippled through my vagina and a forceful stream of cream released like jets. Montie jerked inside of me and his hot seed splashed against my walls, intermixing with mine.
“That was fireworks baby,” he said as I rolled over onto my side in a faint attempt to get away from his grasp. “Don’t make me light you up again for being disobedient,” he said and playfully slapped my ass. He went to the refrigerator and brought back two
bottles of water.
“If your intent is to get me to follow your command, maybe you shouldn’t reward my bad behavior with good sex. Just saying,” I said as I accepted the water that I needed then more than before.
The next morning, I laid in his arms staring at the ceiling for hours before he was awakened by his alarm. “How long have you been up?” he asked.
“Just a little while.”
“Well, since I’m here, you’re here, and he’s here,” he pointed at the tent his manhood made under the covers. “What do you suggest we do?”
“Montie, I’m still sore from last night.”
“Well, I’ll let you rest for now, but I’m sure you’re going to need some type of punishment before the day is over with, sassy lady.” He stretched before he stood and went into the bathroom, leaving me sitting up on the bed with my mouth hanging open.
“I’m beginning to believe you invited me along only so I can serve at your pleasure,” I yelled behind him.
Montie peaked his head out the bathroom door. “No, my sweet Lissa, that wasn’t my intention, but now that you mention it, that’s a brilliant idea, as well,” he said with one finger on his chin.
I bit down on my bottom lip as he approached the bed minutes later. His roasted brown skin a perfect dark chocolate that I was convinced could not be duplicated by any other man. His pectorals expanded from his chest displaying the mighty strength that made it possible for him to suspend me in air as he fucked me silly just before I fell asleep last night. I had, once again, attempted to get water to replenish the fluids he kept extracting from my body and found myself in a pleasurable “time out.”
“Don’t you want to get some water or something from the fridge?” Montie asked, standing over me looking kingly.
“No, I don’t want to get anything. Will you bring me a bottle of water, please?” I snickered.
“Smart woman,” he said. He turned around and swaggered to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water. “You want juice or water?” he asked.
“I’ll take an orange juice and water,” I said, thinking it smart to have a stash for later.
He brought me two bottles and sat them down on the bed beside me. He stood at the side of the bed and drank his juice. The adorable piece of meat hanging between his thighs jutted mere inches from my face. Halfway through drinking the bottle of juice, I screwed the top back on it and dropped it on the bed. My cold hands reached for his cock and I began licking the tip. The bottle in his hand slipped to the floor as my mouth formed an O and sucked him in. He slowly pumped his awakening erection into my mouth. He threw his head back and enjoyed me pleasuring him. I salivated over every inch and didn’t stop until I sent him to another planet.
Another round of mind blowing sex and a nap later, Montie and I were up getting dressed for the conference. He caught me watching him buckle his belt around his waist. A silent conversation about whether we had time to make love gain exchanged between us. His singing phone put an end to that tempting scheme.
“Hello,” he kept his eyes on me as he answered on the second ring. A buzzing sound alerted him that the person requested a video chat.
“Hey Montie, I’m glad you answered,” a woman’s voice rang out. “I have video of your son making the winning point for the all-star championship. I’m about to send it over now.”
“My boy’s a champ! I’m coming straight to Miami when I get back to the states,” Montie said and a huge smile spread across his face. I smiled just from seeing him so elated to discuss his son’s game.
“He would love that. We’ll plan a celebratory dinner for when you get here.”
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Montie said, his eyes still trained on me. “I have someone that I want you to meet and I’m bringing her with me.”
“Oh…okay,” his ex-wife stammered over her two-word answer. “On that note, getting together for that dinner is a must,” she said.
“Yep,” Montie walked over to me and took my hand into his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. “A must.”
“So, I’ll send you the video when I hang up. It may take it a little while to upload because it’s long. I taped the whole game, so I might have to break it down in segments,” she said.
“I can’t wait to see it. I’ll call Junior as soon as I get out of the conference. We’re ten hours ahead here, but I want to congratulate my boy.”
“Sounds great. He’ll be glad to hear from you, Montie.”
“Alright. Talk to you later, Destiny.” Montie hung up the phone and hugged me close to his chest. “My boy is a champ!” he repeated.
“Congratulations Dad.” I rested my head against his heart.
