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“This for me?”
“Mhm. Go inside.”
He took careful steps toward the greenhouse, laughing more when he saw the picnic setup.
“Baby,” he whispered. “This is thoughtful and beautiful. Thank you so much.”
His arms wrapped around me, and for a few seconds, he physically showed me his gratitude. We sat down to eat while we talked about our days. I had Port for me and Merlot for him. Once we finished the sandwiches and chips, we nibbled on the fruit and vegetable tray for a while longer before the sun started to set.
“We should probably head inside,” I suggested, though I didn’t want our impromptu date to be over. Between him going to trial with Parker and the research I was doing for a scientist, our quality time had been suffering lately. Me staying over helped. We were able to work out and have breakfast together before starting our days. In the evening, we had a late dinner and tried to watch a movie or something in bed before one of us fell asleep, but that often didn’t work. Unless we went to his theater, we would hardly make it through half the movie.
“Yeah, I need to go over my notes from court today.”
I giggled as he pulled me onto his lap. “This is the opposite of going inside, sir.”
“We will… in a moment.”
I had no complaints, especially when we started to kiss, and he held me close. When we couldn’t take it anymore, he had me to stand and undress. I watched as he laid back, and my pussy throbbed when he told me to sit on his face.
I did.
I rocked against him slowly, watching as he licked and sucked my pussy. His hands were around my waist, holding me down as his tongue fucked my pussy. Back arching, I trembled as I rode the wave of unbridled ecstasy.
I made my way down his body, pushing his pants down and pulling my favorite friend out of his boxers. Though he allowed me to ride, Mecca quickly showed me who was in control. He tilted me slightly, making sure his curved head hit my spot with every slow, long stroke.
Ten bounces in, and I was cumming already. I began to palm his shaft while riding, causing him to jerk underneath me as he came. He sat up and stood, pressing me against the wall. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I held him close. The coolness of the wall, combined with the heat of our connected bodies was a feeling I’d never experienced before. Each time he moaned into my ear I held him tighter.
“You always feel so good,” I moaned, toes curling as the familiar heat puddled at my core. My spine tingled, and the sound of my wetness filled the room. That crackling smack announced the gush of squirting liquid that flowed out of me and onto him and the floor.
He held me steady as his dick throbbed inside of me, tongue-kissing me in that nasty, slow way that I loved. If this was how I was thanked for doing sweet things for him, I’d have to do it more often.
* * *
Finn, the landlord, decided to settle. His reputation was on the line, and his friends, colleagues, and family distanced themselves from him because he was being called a slumlord all over news outlets and social media. In just one week, he was already losing club memberships and some of his power, influence, and status in the city. Finn agreed to our terms—demolition of the current building, sixty-day temporary housing for all tenants, covering all hospital fees for sicknesses derived from the building, and one to three million per tenant on the lease. With the legal fees attached to the case, Mecca was going to be one point five million dollars richer.
I wasn’t surprised Finn decided to settle, but I am glad he didn’t wait too long. That kind of reputation wasn’t good for a pastor claiming to provide housing under the guidance of God. More than anything, I believe Finn didn’t want talks of the brothel on the top floor and drug dealing on the bottom to get out. We had pictures as proof that he was not only aware but receiving a cut as well. I was just glad the tenants would soon be in a healthier environment and have the money to take care of the expenses associated with Finn’s neglect.
“We can go anywhere you want to go,” Mecca said with a grin.
We’d gone to have drinks to celebrate, which turned into Promise buying out the bar. Mecca had gotten quite tipsy, and I was happy to be his designated driver because he deserved to celebrate. On the way home, I stopped by my favorite ice cream place to get him a greasy burger that would sober him up along with cheese fries. Now that we were back home, he was a bit more sober.
Tonight was the first time I’d seen his brother and cousins in years, and they treated me as if no time had passed, which I appreciated. Of course, I called my girls to join us, but only Carina could get away. Amelia was there, and she and I were getting closer, which I liked.
“Hmm… What about Aruba?” I asked as we headed toward the garage door.
“Cool. We can leave tomorrow.”
I chuckled as he opened the door. “What about court, love?”
“Shit. I forgot about that. Well, as soon as this case is over, we can go.”
“Sounds good.”
“I still want us to do something this weekend. How about we find the first flight out somewhere and stay there until Sunday evening?”
“Ooh, that sounds fun! I love the sound of that, bae.”
His arms wrapped around me as we stepped into the kitchen. I felt his hard dick pressed against me, and I wanted nothing more than to drain him of his cum. Sober Mecca could make love to my body and make me cum in seconds; tipsy or drunk Mecca would stretch that shit out forhours. He’d have me so weak and dizzy yet satisfied by the time it was over I could hardly move.
