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I’m in seventh heaven right now. Candles are lit ’round the room. Jill Scott’s playin’ low in the background. Cherry’s on her knees, back arched, head pressed deep into the pillow, sheets wrapped ’round her hand, moanin’. And I’m in back of her, ass cheeks pulled apart, dick deep inside of her. I reach under her, play wit’ her clit, then slide my fingers deep into her wetness. Fuckin’ her in the ass causes her to have multiple orgasms. She clutches and unclutches my fingers wit’ her walls, winds her hips. I keep still. Let her push back on this dick, then bounce on it. “Oh, yes…big daddy.”—she looks back over her shoulder— “Bust this asshole open, baby. Oh God, no one fucks me this good.”
My flight got in three hours ago, and I’m tired as fuck. But I had to feed Cherry some of this good shit before I can go to sleep. As soon as we got through the door, she was all over me; definitely missin’ the kid. Again, she tried suckin’ this dick, but it was a bust, so I flipped her over and started eatin’ her out instead. Just as I was ’bout to slide up in it, she stopped me. Told me she wanted it in the ass tonight. And, of course, that was fine by me. I can’t front, her asshole gets hot and wet like a pussy. And it feels damn good. Nah, scratch that. Better than good…muthafuckin’ great!
But keepin’ it real wit’ you, the way she loves takin’ this dick up the ass, it’s only a matter of time before she starts shittin’ on herself when she walks. Hell, I’m surprised shit’s not stainin’ her drawers already as big as her hole is. She says she has total control of her ass muscles. So far, that may the case. But in a few more years…man, listen. I hope she has a buncha stock in Depends. ’Cause if she keeps fuckin’ wit’ this dick, she’s gonna end up needin’ an ass plug just to keep e’erything in.
I grab her by the hair and yank her head back. She likes it rough; wants it hard. And I give it to her just how she wants it.
“Oh, shit…aaaah, shit…oh, yes, baby…”
“Yeah, you like this dick, don’t you?”
She moans.
Of course, you do. They all do. I bang her back in for close to an hour before finally pullin’ out, snatchin’ off the condom and nuttin’ all over her ass and back, then roll over and pull her into my arms.
She catches her breath, lays her head on my chest, then looks up at me, smilin’. “I’m so glad you came.”
“Yeah, that good pussy made me cum hard.”
She laughs, playfully hittin’ me. “You’re such a mess. I wasn’t talking about that kinda came, silly. I meant you coming here. I’m happy you’re here.”
“Me, too, baby,” I tell her, lightly kissin’ her on the lips and pullin’ her in closer to my chest. I hold her tight, then drift off to sleep.
Eight A.M., I awake to the smell of sumthin’ cinnamony and sweet. I get outta bed and stretch, headin’ to the bathroom to take a piss. I wash my hands, then go out into the kitchen. I’m shocked as fuck to see Cherry at the island stove, cookin’. I smile. All the times I’ve been out here, she’s never lifted a pot or pan for a muhfucka. Truth be told, I thought the shit was there for decoration.
“Damn, baby,” I say, walkin’ up on her, “you in here doin’ ya thing, I see. Daddy musta really put it on you last night.” I slap her on the ass, then press up against her.
“Whatever,” she says, suckin’ her teeth. “Good mornin’.”
“Yeah, good mornin’ to you, too.” She cranes her neck to look at me. I give her a quick peck on the lips. “Smells good, baby. What you got in all them pans?” She tells me she’s made spinach quiche, salmon patties, cheese grits, homefries, and sweet potato biscuits. “Damn, I didn’t know you can throw down like that,” I say, impressed.
“I’ll have you know, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Mister.” She scoots ’round me, pullin’ plates down from outta the cabinet.
“What else I need to know?”
“That’s for you to find out,” she says playfully. “Until then, be happy with the things you already know.”
“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”
“One, I make my own money. Two, I enjoy your company. Three, I love riding your dick. Four—and this is in the words of Lil’ Kim—‘I take it in the butt, what.’ And five, I’m gonna learn how to deep throat your dick if it’s the last thing I do, even if it kills me. Now let’s eat.”
I laugh, shakin’ my head as I pull out a chair and take a seat. My stomach growls as she puts e’erything on servin’ platters, then places each dish in the middle of the table. I wait for her to take her seat, then start diggin’ in. I take a bite into a biscuit. Lick my lips, then pop the rest of it in my mouth before bitin’ into another one. “Damn, baby, these fuckin’ biscuits are good as hell.”
She smiles. “I’m glad you like ’em. It’s my grandmother’s recipe.”
“Is she single?” I ask, lickin’ my fingers.
She laughs. “She’s happy.”
I grin, placin’ a forkful of quiche into my mouth. I swallow. “Let her know I got sumthin’ that can make her even happier.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Me.”
She flicks her hand at me, crackin’ up. “You’re a damn mess. Finish your food.”
“Yeah, but you love this mess.”
