Page 24 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

“No,” he replied, slightly aggressive.

He grabbed my hand and made me rub his manhood. I rubbed it, and he started growing.

“I need a woman that can take it.”

“I can take it.”

He chuckled. “Let’s see.”

I knew what that meant, so I pulled his dick out. It was long, thick, chocolate, and clean. My mouth watered before I even deep-throated him.

“Don’t be shy wit it, Na-Na,” he uttered, grabbing my hair and guiding me. I was drunk, so I got loose.

I heard him grunt, then he told Siri to play music. Moist by Janet Jackson started playing. The moment went from me just sucking his dick to him fucking my mouth. I was gagging and moaning while he had his eyes closed.

“Don’t throw up on it, my wifey can’t do that.”

He took his dick out my mouth and tapped it on my lips. My eyes were watery, nose running, makeup smeared. He smirked.

“You sexy, ma.”

I looked up at him. “I got condoms in my bag.”

He chuckled. “I got my own.”

He left, giving me enough time to slip off my dress. By the time he came back, I was sitting on a barstool, taking off the rest of my makeup. I looked at him. He was naked, rock hard, and already had the condom on. His body was sexy, athletic, built to match his height. I set the mirror down and sighed, praying I was ready.

God, please don’t let me go dumb over this man after this, I thought to myself.

He grabbed the rest of his cognac from the table, downed it, then walked to me. With no words, he lifted my legs. I reached for the edge of the table when he dived into my pussy, swirling his tongue around my waxed lips. I moaned and used my free hand to grab his head. I hadn’t had sex in a month, so feeling his tongue on my clit had me excited. He didn’t stay down long, though. Just enough to get me wet.

I thought he was going to take me to the bed or the couch, but he folded me up on the barstool and slid inside me slowly. I moaned as he started stroking me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and watched him go into a trance. He started putting in work, going deep. His stamina was on point, but I could tell he was drunk by the shit he was whispering to me. All I heard as he kissed me, head resting on my forehead⁠—

“Damn, this pussy too good.,” he uttered, seductively.

“I ain’t stupid, you know what you doing,” he said again.

“This pussy the devil, I ain’t callin’ you no more,”

I laughed at the last thing he said, but I was too into the moment just as much as him.

He lifted me off the chair and started holding me up, still stroking me. I screamed.

“Oh my God, you going so deep.”

My toes curled hard, but I was taking every inch of him.

“I’m about to go deeper,” he uttered low.

He finally walked me over to the living room and laid me on the plush carpet.

“Lay on yo’ stomach,” he demanded while switching condoms.

I did.

He slid back inside, smacked my ass, and got his rhythm. He was pounding me while he gripped my neck. He made me look at him, gripping my chin now. He planted a sloppy kiss on my lips, drizzled spit right in my mouth, then went back to kissing me. I didn’t mind, but I just wasn’t expecting to be a freak. Seeing that I accepted it, his hormones must have gotten going.

We were an hour in when he uttered, “You ’bout to make me cum.”