Page 72 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

She blushed as she nodded her head. “Are you sure?”

I didn’t warrant her question with a response, as I kissed her pussy lips while she kept inching back. Placing another kiss on her swollen lips, I held her legs, pulling her closer to me.

“I don’t like when somebody plays with my food, Wonder,” I growled in her pussy, and she arched her back, as her legs opened wider for me.

Placing small kisses on her lips and her inner thigh, I stared up at her as she leaned on her elbows and watched me. Flicking my tongue between her folds, she gasped so hard I thought her damn teeth were going to come flying out of her mouth.

Her scent and taste sent my senses in haywire. I was like a dog getting his favorite treat and couldn’t contain myself. It had been so long since I ate pussy, and the way that it came back to me like second nature was a God send.

“Oh, God…” she moaned out.

“Not God… baby, this all me.” The vibration from my voice sent a shock through her body as she tried to scoot back onto the bed, and I pulled her closer to me, as I continued to flick my tongue over her pearl.

Slowly.

Then I sped it up, as her hand found its way on top of my head, holding it there. Showing me what she wanted. “Tell me, Wonder… you like getting your pussy ate?”

“Hmmmm,” she couldn’t get her words together because I was tongue deep inside her. Lifting her legs up, my tongue went from her pussy down to her ass, and she squealed. “Mav…It’s my as?—”

She couldn’t get the words out because I made her feel so good. My dick was hard as a rock as I inserted a finger inside of her. She was so damn fucking tight. I knew when I got in there, I was gonna fucking explode.

I told her about me needing an heir, so it wouldn’t be no surprise when her ass was pregnant soon after with how her pussy was nearly squeezing my finger. “I gotta stretch you out, baby,” I told her as I kissed the inside of her leg.

“Uh hmm… it feels so good,” she had her head tossed back as I inserted another finger inside as she squirmed.

“You gonna give me the silent treatment again, Wonder?” I asked as I inserted one more finger, and she tried to scoot back again. “Stop running from me… how you gonna take me if I don’t stretch you out… Answer my question.”

“Never… no silent treatment.”

“I want you in my bed every night, Wonder… no more downstairs… you hear?”

She nodded her head, not saying anything, and I softly bit one of her lips, and she gasped. “Mavie… wha…”

“You hear me?”

“In your room… right,” she breathlessly repeated.

Alexa still had music softly playing through the speakers hidden within my room. “Late Nights & Early Mornings” by Marsha Ambrosius played in the background as I watched her struggle to lean on her elbows.

Removing my fingers, I reached up and unbutton her pajama shirt, watching her breast fall out of the button down.

I licked my lips, tasting her juices on them. “What?” She looked at me, starting to feel self-conscious.

“You’re perfect, Wonder. Don’t let nobody say anything different or I’m gonna kill ‘em for you… K?”

“K,” she smiled at me, as I lifted her legs and dove back in, causing her to scream out.

When her legs got to shaking, I knew she was near, as I inserted a finger and flicked my tongue inside her quickly, while she gripped everything from the blanket to the pillow trying to hold onto something.

Anything.

She leaned up. “Mavie… I’m about to…”

“Go ahead…. I wanna taste more of you.”

She tossed her head back as I never lost my groove. Eating Wonder’s pussy felt like art. Every lick was a stroke of the brush, every slurp was a splatter of the paint. When her body started to shake, it was the water cup filled with mixed paint residue spilling over.

Placing a kiss on her lips, I leaned up and took her in. “Definitely not picky when it comes to eating yours.”

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