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Quinci Everly
The Next Morning
It was a little after eight in the morning, and I sat on the balcony enjoying a cup of warm tea. The weather was slightly cool, but the thick, warm robe made it better. The slight gusts of wind felt good to my pussy because she was still very much swollen from last night. Last night was a part of the reason I had to come out here. That man in that bed was someone else last night, and I was afraidbecause of how much I loved it. As soon as we made it in from the club, we were clawing our clothes off each other. Whatever brand of wine and weed that was last night had me feeling so open and so sensitive to his touch.
I thought our relationship changed the night of the fair, but last night topped that. He brought outhandcuffs andhandcuffed both my arms andlegs to the bed just so he could eat my pussy uninterrupted. Well, he didn’t eat or feast on me. The man babysat my pussy like you’d do adrink from a heavy-handed bartender. He lapped at my pussy slowly and sensually.
Every time he felt like I was getting ready to cum, he’d move away from myclit,severelyfrustrating me. This manlapped at my pussy until I was crying hard, begging him to let me cum. By the time he let me, the orgasm had built up to me aggressively squirting in his face. And his nasty assloved it.He told me he wished that he had a bucket so he could collect it and pour it over himself.
What nasty mothafucka would say something like that? Him. Only him.
That was just the beginning of what he had in store for me.While I was handcuffed,he straddled my chest, andfuckedmy face, grabbing a fist full of my hair. He popped hisdickout of my mouth, and spit. In. My. Mouth. What? In my head, I was thinking, my mother couldn’t have knownher baby daughter would be a freak-bitchlike that.
I was ashamed. Ashamed that my pussy was soaked as hefuckedmy face, looking down at mewith a look that conveyed both admiration and hatred for how nasty and sloppy he was fucking my face.He pulled hisdickout of my mouth and slapped it across both my cheeks.
You are toofucking nasty. Goddamn.When he reached behind and felt how sloppy my pussy was, he turned his nose up and shook his head. You likethat shit, don’t you? Nastyfucker,you. When he uncuffedandflipped me over, I waited for the pounding, but it never came. After assaulting my pussy with his tongue, and my mouth with his dick, he wanted to give me long, deep, and very slow strokes, much like how he was eating my pussy. It felt so good, but he had me ready to get power-driven through the headboard.
And then…I knew why…he was suddenly making love to me. He’d ran his hand up the front of my body, pulling me up to his chest as he rocked inside of me.It happened when I rested my head against his shoulder.
“I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear.
There it was.
He didn’t say, Princess, I love you.
He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.”
That was real.
That was outside of the expectations that he’d set…we’d both set.
Those words were the reason that I’d cried while he made love to me. Those words were the reason I let him work himself in myasshole. Anal sex while high, tipsy, and emotionally high was the bestjourney I could’ve ever taken my body on. When he was done filling my ass with his cum, he said,“Please, don’t leave me.”
Once again, outside of the expectations. How could he ask me that when he knew that I would already do anything for him? I was already gone. He knew I would stay.Shit, I wanted tostay.It had only been a couple of months,but I already couldn’t see my life withoutDymon Danger.He knewthat shittoo. It was also why he was able to fall asleep with a smile on his face while clutching a pillow. His ass was still smiling when I woke up.Ovulation week was crazy and already had me spinning out of control.
The gust ofwindreminded me that I’d had my cup of tea upto my lips.Every single time Iblinked,I had a flashback of last night.That making love thing only lasted for the first round. The second and third round, hefuckedmelikehe was getting his money’s worth; all half a million of it.Itook every stroke too because my mama didn’t raise no punk.
I was mid-sip when I heard the glass door slide open.
“Good morning. How long you been up?” He walked over to the rail andturned around, facing me.
My eyes went to the bulge in his briefs. His slight morning wood was taunting me already.When our eyes met, he had a smirk on his face. If I reacted, I was sure I’d be in handcuffs, so I completely ignored it.
“Younot cold? Why don’t you have on a shirt?”
“It feelsgood out here to me.You ordered breakfast?”
“No. I just woke up, made some tea, and came out here to enjoy the view and the sun.” When the wind blew, I spread my legs, letting more of the air hit my pussy.
“You naked under there?”
“Yes.”
When his dick jumped, I crossed my legs, making him laugh.
“I’m going to order us breakfast. I’ll be right back. I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
