Page 29 of Widow Mayker

In tune with Heir’s pussy responding to my pleasureful onslaught, my name fell from her lips. Peering down at her sexily drawn-up face, partially closed eyes, sheen covered forehead, and pieces of her wet locs plastered to her forehead, I had never seen a sexier vision. Not ever.

“That’s what we on?” I questioned her.

“Ooh…” she moaned long and deep when I switched up, just slightly. I went deeper. Her nails grazed the skin of my back, my shoulders, and even my neck. She’d leave marks on my skin and for some reason, that drove me crazier than I already was. I felt my nut rise, and I growled against her neck before biting her there. She cried out and before I had to time to process what the fuck was going on, she erupted all over my dick.

Mouth agape, she continued to cum as her body shook and showed her what pleasure felt like. Tears dripped from her closed eyes. Sweat dripped from my forehead, and my muscles screamed for me to let go. Answering the call, I sped up my strokes.

“This what you came here for?” I taunted her. “You want a nigga to fuck you like this, beautiful Heir?”

“Kody!” she whimpered.

“Take it!”

By now, I was right there, holding on to every second of this good pussy. She broke again, channeling my own deep moan. Feverishly, I drove into her, staring down at her face to catch every emotion she exhibited.

“You sexy as shit, baby! Fuck!” The sound of me retreating and entering her pussy was louder than the music playing. It drove me over the edge. Using one of her titties as a pillow, I stuffed my mouth and growled loud as fuck while emptying myself inside her tunnel.

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“You weren’t supposed to cum inside of me.”

From inside the tub, Heir peered at me as I washed her body. Evidence of our lovemaking was all over her body as well as mine. I wasn’t tripping about mine, but I saw the way her eyes kept darting to the marks my fingers put on her thighs.

“Anything goes,” I stated, “which means, anything fucking goes.”

“Yeah, but...”

“There are no buts.” Feeling my dick harden, I had to move this bath session along. Rinsing her off, I softly commanded her to sit up. She did so and positioned herself on her knees. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of my elongated shaft. I palmed him and brought him to her lips.

Timidly, she tasted my dick. Heir, the fierce firecracker, was out of her element.

“You’ve never sucked a dick before?” Not that I truly wanted to know. Even now, I gritted my teeth to handle some of the anger from what I thought her answer would be. However, she shook her head and removed her lips from my dick.

“I told you, I was a virgin before we...” Embarrassed, she glanced away. I took her chin in my fingers and turned her eyes back to mine.

“I can fuck wit’ that. And there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Aight?”

She nodded. Reaching into the tub, I scooped her out and carried her back to bed. I didn’t give a damn that she was soaking wet. I knew that pussy was too. And I had to have her right now.

Gently, I nudged her to lay back. Hovering over her, I kissed her lips. I told myself to stay away from her lips, but I was past gone by now. Keeping my feelings out of fucking was never a problem. Until now. I was Heir’s first, and essentially, she was mine. She was the first woman I ever caught feelings for, and it happened from the second I laid eyes on her.

I kissed her lips again, this time prying her mouth open with my tongue. Her pussy tasted better than anything I’d ever eaten before, but her tongue…it held something powerful in it that subdued the I don’t give a fuck that lived inside of me. The chatter in my brain subsided, too. Everything quieted.

Before I paused this shit and aborted the mission, I fisted my dick and led him to her wet center. I stroked the head of my dick up to her clit, just to further torture myself. As I entered her, she winced some.

“You want me to stop?” I questioned her.

Vehemently, she shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”

Continuing, I pushed on and came to the conclusion that another nigga was never going to have Heir. I would kill any nigga who tried. I’d fuck around and kill her, too.

“I want you to practice how to swallow my dick,” I told her because this wasn’t our only night together. Fuck what she said and fuck what I initially thought. Wasn’t shit about fucking with Heir easy.

Hours later, the sun rose, bringing with it the Heir I’d met in the club. Despite sleeping next to me all cuddled up and shit, she frowned the whole way downstairs and to the front door. Thankfully, a nigga thought best to tap into her phone while she was knocked out. I had her location, phone number, last menstrual period information, health account login, and bank information. I was nice enough to add my phone number to her contacts.

“Don’t forget to practice what we talked about,” I reminded her.

She whirled around and glared at me. Although her cheeks darkened, she turned her nose up at me. “Why would I do that? I told you it was only one night, Kody. We’re not doing this shit ever again.”