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He presses my legs apart, and his grip is so fierce I have no doubt he’ll leave bruises on my body.
When he’s finished eating me, he removes his tie and looks me up and down.
“Walk to the bedroom,” he orders.
I readjust my bra.
“Take it off!”
I do as he says before I walk to the bedroom in nothing but my expensive shoes and soiled panties feeling like the whore I know I am.
Stepping into the bedroom, I gasp, seeing the pink and red rose petals everywhere. My favorite flowers.
“I want you down on your knees.”
I turn around to face him and glimpse myself in the mirror. My curls are somewhat knotted in places, and in others, they’re slicked against my wet face. My mascara is smeared, and I look as if I’ve just been fucked when Kincaid hasn’t even gotten started yet.
“On your knees,” he repeats through clenched teeth.
I do as he says, and he orders me, “Pull down my zipper.”
When I do, I reach inside and pull him out, and he’s hard, tense, virile, and red.
My hands grasp him, and I grow wet again at the feel of his hardness. As I watch the precum surface, I slide my hands up and down his shaft.
Licking my lips, I lean forward, but he stops me with a palm.
“I didn’t give you permission to suck me yet.”
I nod. He’s on this game tonight.
“Where is he?”
“Where’s who?” I repeat.
“Your fucking husband.”
I swallow, and guilt surfaces truly for the first time.
“He’s...he’s out with my stepfather.”
He shakes his head.
“When you go home tonight, make sure that you kiss him. So that he can taste another man’s cum on your tongue.”
I open my mouth to say something, but he grips my head and shoves himself inside me. My eyes widen, and I realize Kincaid is in a dark place tonight.
His movements aren’t repetitive, organized, or controlled. It’s like he’s a madman tonight, and there are no rules. He’s wild and almost like an animal pushing and pulling himself out of me.
He’s almost choking me, but he doesn’t care. He just keeps thrusting and pumping fast, furious, and unapologetically.
“You like how I fuck your mouth, huh?”
I nod.
“Does he fuck your mouth this way, Nia? Oh...I forgot, he calls you Yaya,” he sneers.
When he comes, he does so powerfully, angry almost as he jerks my hair tighter in his fist but pushes himself deeper into my throat. Before he’s finished, he pulls out again and ejaculates in my face, dripping some into my hair.
