Page 53 of Solomon’s Temple

Yeah, this must be some form of payback since I’d been testing and teasing him since we’d met.

He smirked salaciously. “Your mouth is dirty, shorty. I’m going to fix that, though.” He stood upright, sliding his briefs off as that anaconda sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. My mouth watered just looking at it. He must have read my mind because he straddled my chest.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I complied.

He grabbed his dick, drawing circles on my tongue as his pre-cum coated my palate. I didn’t wait another second, capturing his dick in my mouth.

He groaned. “Mmm.” I watched as his head fell back and his mouth opened in pleasure. I wanted to grab him by his ass and stuff that motherfucka down my throat, but the restraints wouldn’t allow me to do so.

“That’s right, shorty. Get it nice and wet for me.”

And I did, sucking and slurping as if I’d die of starvation. He looked down at me with a mixture of pain and pleasure on his face.

Then he abruptly pulled away. He slid down some, pushed my breasts together, and slid that monster between them in a banana split. The vibration continued, restimulating me, and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Ooooh, yesss, Solomon. Fuck, baby!” I screamed. The mixture of the vibrator inside of me, on my clit, and him titty fucking me while rubbing my nipples had me damn near paralyzed.

Again, just when I was about to cum, he stopped the vibrator, slid down to the foot of the bed, removed it, and replaced it with his mouth.

“Oh my! Yes, baby! Uhhhn, yessss!”

His tongue worked me over, and he finally allowed me to release.

He didn’t stop, though.

He continued his assault on me, inviting the vibrator back into the party. The triple vibration coupled with his tongue in my ass had me seeing myself lying in a casket while Sapphire, Toni, or Ma Lula read my eulogy.

This man was sexually killing me.

The line from The Color Purple when Ceilie asked that lady how her daddy died and she replied “On top of me” ran laps in my mind, only Solomon’s reply would be “Up under me.”

“Solomon, pleasssaaah! Shit! I can’t take no more!”

He chuckled, pulled the vibrator out of me, then trailed his tongue from my ass to my clit. He swirled his tongue around it before sucking it, then releasing it with a loud pop.

No words were spoken when he lifted, crawled between my legs, and kissed me with fervent desire. I could feel that dick poking at my entrance.

“Lo, baby, untie my wrists, please. I want to touch you.”

He shook his head. “Not yet, my love. I love having you at my mercy. I do need these legs in the air, though.” He untied my ankles and resumed his position between my legs. There was no stalling or warning as he slid between my wet folds, and we both released a deep moan when he finally reached the bottom.

“Goodness, baby,” he said, pausing for a moment and breathing heavily. “You’ll be pregnant before we leave this place. I swear on my dead homies.”

I chuckled through a moan. “I-I’m on birth control.”

“Good, but now that you’re my wife, you can throw all that away. I need at least five out of you.” His hips reactivated, and my legs wrapped around him.

I knew Solomon would ruin me. As soon as he touched me, I wanted to find all 204 of his bitches and put them whores in the dirt. I didn’t want another bitch walking around saying they experienced any part of him.

If Shanice knew what was good for her, she’d stay her delusional ass away from my man. She’d had her chance, and now that shit was over.

Solomon fucked me until my legs gave out, cumming so deep inside of me, I tasted his cum in my mouth.

He breathed heavily while untying my wrists and kissing all over my face and neck.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, and my lips turned up into a smile.