“I apologize,” he said gently. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You know how much I love you, Shar. And you know how much I love when it’s just us because we don’t get that a lot. I saw what you did, and it was a beautiful gesture. Thank you for thinking of us, mama.” He leaned in and pecked my lips. “Can I get a smile?”
I frowned, and it made him chuckle.
“That’s how you’re gonna be?” he asked, kissing my neck. “Smile for me. You didn’t even let me cuddle with you last night.”
I laughed. He would never admit it to anybody, but he loved to cuddle, especially when he was the little spoon.
“I should tell your brothers you said that,” I mumbled.
“Deuce’s ass like to cuddle too. Don’t let him fool you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. “You forgive me?”
I rolled my eyes. “I guess.”
“Then give me some love.”
I tilted my head up for a kiss and was met with the softness of his lips. His skilled tongue slipped into my mouth as his hands gripped my ass. I could feel his dick growing hard against my thigh. As much shit as I talked about not giving him any, my horniness from last night hadn’t fully left me yet. Even when he pissed me off, my pussy still got wet for him.
I reached between us and slipped my hand into his boxers, finding him thick and hard.
“You wanna give me a proper apology?” I whispered against his lips.
“Assume the fucking position.”
I smirked as I turned my back on him and lifted my shirt over my head. Beneath it, I wore nothing but a thong. He stared at me in the mirror as he gripped the flimsy fabric and ripped it right from my body. As he came out of his boxers, I propped my left leg up on the counter. He reached out and ran his fingers through my slickness before sucking them clean.
“Shit, baby,” he mumbled, stroking himself.
He slapped my ass before spreading my cheeks and sliding into me with one quick thrust. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he delivered slow, methodical strokes to my middle. The deep frown on his face as he punished my pussy never failed to turn me on. He knew she was good, and he knew she was his.
“Fuck, Shar…” He groaned as he repeatedly plunged into me.
I smiled and closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of his length massaging my walls. His large hand clamped around my throat, forcing my eyes back open.
“Eyes on me, mama. You know what that shit does to me.”
“Yes, daddy.”
He smirked. “Good girl.” He leaned forward and growled in my ear. “Good. Fucking. Girl.”
He reached around with his free hand and pinched my nipple, causing me to whimper.
A chuckle came from him. “I love the way your pussy loves nipple play,” he said, pinching it again. “You feel her juicing up for me, baby?”
“Yes… shit!”
“You taking this muthafucka too.” He gave my ass a hard slap. “You love when I fuck you like a slut, don’t you?”
“Yes… yes… Oh God!”
I threw my ass back at him, letting him know I wanted him to go harder. He lifted my leg from the counter and held it so he could go deeper. His other arm came around my middle to hold me in place as he thrust upward into me. The curve of his dick was killing my G-spot.
“M-Maceo… oooo shit!”
He paused for a moment to lift my other leg in the crook of his arm, holding my back against his front.
“Put that shit back in,” he commanded.
I didn’t hesitate to reach down and guide him back into my wetness.