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“Wow!” I wished I had a better word. “This is the presidential suite?” I asked, walking further inside. At least 3000 square feet surrounded me, including a living area with plush white carpet. The paintings on the walls meshed perfectly. It was a night and day difference. Royalty was the only thing thatcame to mind being in a place like this. He pulled me by the hand and led me to the balcony.
“Do you see why I fought for this? The smaller replica can’t even compare to the real thing can it?”
“Oh my God, this is beautiful. I’m proud of you, Prince.” He gave me his winning smile. It was a clear night, and the moon was full. It seemed so close I could touch it. The stars in the sky made it so the balcony didn’t even need lighting even though I clearly saw the lamp in the corner. This was breathtaking.
“I had envisioned you being bent over this balcony. That’s the only way I could finish when I was tired. Your beautiful brown skin deserves perfect light reflecting off it.” He slipped behind me and looped his hand around my waist. His hands only stayed there a second before they moved under my dress and cupped my ass. He noticed the lack of fabric right off and I noticed the shift in his pants.
“This for me, Le? Damn.” He pulled my dress up slightly.
“I, um, cooked dinner,” I stuttered, trying to stand up, feeling for the rail.
“I’m sorry, baby. I know I have been busy as hell, but it isn’t an hour, a minute, or a second I’m not thinking of you. It’s all going to make sense soon.” His thick finger traced my panty line as my juices soaked through. No other man had so much control over my body.
“It’s okay,” I moaned.
“Is that the truth?”
I clamped my lips before I could respond. I didn’t want to ruin the moment because I wanted him inside of me so bad I couldn’t think straight. He turned me into a damn fiend. I bucked my hips against him.
“I want you, baby. Please.”
His hands went to my throat, pulling my ear to his lips.
“I love you; you know that, Le?”
I nodded my head.
“You want this dick; you better use your fuckin words.” He gave me a punishing slap on the ass with the other hand, and I mewled.
“Yessss.” See, this was the type of time I was trying to be on. He pushed me forward with the sweet amount of force I loved, and my hands braced the railing in front of me. I heard him fumble around with his belt for two seconds before he entered me in one push.
“Oh God,” my voice carried through the night sky, and it only enhanced my feelings.
“Damn, that pussy miss me, huh? That shit is spittin’ up on my dick, baby. Look at you.” He fisted my hair with his left hand and eased in and out. He gave me all ten inches while he made sure my back was arched perfectly in with the help of his right hand. Nothing easy about the way he was fucking me, and I didn’t need it to be. I threw my ass back on him, trying to keep pace with him. I wanted my man to fuck me senseless. I clinched my walls like he loved.
“I feel your hardheaded ass gripping. Are you trying to make me tap, or are you trying to get fucked good?” His laugh ascended around us. He ripped my hands from the balcony.
“Together,” he grunted.
“Shit!” I happily did what he asked as he quickly tied my hands with the belt. He braced his hands where my hands met, and his other hand lifted my leg and placed it on the balcony. Nervously, I complied.
“I got you.” He whispered huskily as he entered me. My fear of falling to impending doom floated away like the clouds in the sky when I felt him again. My cum was coating his dick by the third stroke. He was in my walls so deep, and I missed him so much. He was bouncing me so hard my breasts spilled out the top of my dress and hardened when the night breeze caressed them. They hung over the railing completely free from restraint and judgment, giving me ample opportunity to look at the way he had accomplished his plan. The angles of the other three presidential suite balconies would have a front-row seat to our show. The thought of onlookers enjoying us enjoying each other made more liquid spill from my core.
“Yeah, you wanted to get fucked. You drenching me baby. We in that room when we get home. You like it when I hurt that pretty pussy?” He slapped my ass. The first one was good but this second one would be even better. That was how it was with Prince. Orgasms were a prequel to bigger and better ones until he would finally zap every ounce I had in my body. I needed that tonight. Too much was going on, and I needed him to help me feel grounded.
“What the hell? Why did you stop?” I felt him pull out of me, and I could kill his ass with how close I was to releasing all my frustration on his dick a second time.
“Your sister. Her ringtone. I ignored it the first time but she called back twice. It may be important,” he said. It took me a moment to register what he was saying because I was so focused on what my body needed. It wasn’t until the phone stopped that it finally registered. “Didn’t you say you hadn’t talked to her in a few days?” I looked at his dick and the phone. She was calling. That meant she was okay, right? I was only overreacting because it had been a few days. She could take care of herself. She promised me that. The phone began to ring again.
“Answer it, baby. We have all night.” He pulled my dress down.
My shoulders slumped a bit, but I knew he was right. I didn’t know when I was going to get a chance to talk to her again, given how caught up she had been with this new guy. I would kick myself if I missed her call and something was really wrong. I made my way to my phone, which was in my purse, thrown on the bed. I fished it out before it stopped this time.
“Sis’,” I breathed out.
“Why the hell do you sound so tired? Damn, did I interrupt something?”
“No, no, I’m good,” I said, walking back out to the balcony. I may have been on the phone, but I still wanted to be around my man. As soon as I walked back, his phone rang, and he walked back inside. I looked over my shoulder until he disappeared inside the room.
