Page 11 of Date with A D*ck

“Me either she breathes out,” her head laying on my shoulder I can feel her breath on my chin and I turn my head and take her lips in a searing hot kiss. The tingle starts in my lower back, it soon moves to my balls and I know I am going to cum and planon taking her with me. My finger circles her clit, “Cum with me, kitten,” She grabs my ankles, leaning forward, opening herself to me even more. I feel a rush of warm liquid, and look to where she and I are joined to see that she is soaking wet. But before I can analyze more she screams as she cums, her internal muscles giving me a mini hot stone massage, hot tight, and rhythmic gripping of my dick and I know I am not going to last much longer. I hold her to me as I carefully get to my knees, never breaking contact before flattening her on the mattress and fuck her chasing my orgasm. I move my legs on the outside of hers pushing her legs together making her an even tighter fit.

“I can’t get enough of you, kitten, hot and wet. Your sloppy pussy is sucking on my dick,” I whisper hotly in her ear. I am seconds away from cumming harder than I have in... hell, maybe my entire life. Somewhere in the excitement, I remember I did not put on a condom.

“I’m going to fucking cum! Cum withe me!” I demand. “Cum again,”

“I can’t,” she pants.

“You already are,” I tell her, working my hand between her and the mattress, finding her clit and squeezing it. It sets her off instantly, the way she gets hotter and wetter. Her muscles squeeze me so hard I almost forget what I am supposed to do and literally milliseconds before the first stream of cum erupts, I pull out, squirting my seed all over her round firm ass and sexy back, and collapse on her. I can barely drag my ass to the bathroom to grab a couple of wash clothes, wetting them before heading to her and clean her up. She is in the same spot I left her. Once she is clean, I drop the wash cloths on the nightstand. Picking her up I lay her on the chaise, and change the sheets on my bed, before lifting her again and settle us both on the bed before pulling her to me and covering us with a light blanket.Using the remote I lower the music and turn the lights off. She didn't say a word but she was already half asleep.

“Thank you,” she says so low I almost missed it.

“No. Thank you,”

EPILOGUE

The Next Morning

Keke

Stretching lazily, my fingers brushed against the warm expanse of Tomas’s chest as sunlight filtered through the curtains. For a moment, I let myself sink into the tranquility of the morning—the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint scent of his cologne lingering on the sheets. But then, the memories and frustration came flooding back, shattering the peace. I propped myself up on one elbow, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You just left me a note and disappeared?” I snapped, my voice cutting through the quiet of the room. “I come home, and you’re gone—off chasing investors or whatever.”

Tomas stirred: his movements unhurried as though he hadn’t a care in the world. One eye cracked open, and that infuriating half-smile curved on his lips. “Good morning to you too, my love,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep. “And I didn’t just disappear. I told you where I was going.”

“A note isn’t telling me,” I shot back, sitting up as the sheets pooled around my waist. My arms folded tightly, my glare steady. “You couldn’t call me and say, ‘Hey Keke, I’m runningoff to handle some last-minute crisis with an investor? You just left.”

He looked at me with that calm, infuriating expression, like I was the one overreacting. His nonchalance only made the knot in my chest tighten.

Tomas sighed, dragging a hand through his messy hair—a mix of apology and exasperation. “It wasn’t exactly planned,” he said, his tone soft but edged with tension. “The deal with the final investor almost fell apart. I had to smooth things over in person, or we’d risk losing everything we’ve worked for. I did call, but you didn’t answer, and I didn’t want to leave a message because I knew you’d worry.” He looked at me then, his gaze calm but tinged with frustration. “Maybe if you hadn’t been gone for a month on your work trip, you’d have been here for me to tell you in person,” he added quietly.

My sharp retort faltered, catching in my throat as his words sank in. The sincerity in his eyes hit harder than I wanted to admit. “That’s not fair,” I said finally, my voice softer, the bite slipping away. I shifted uncomfortably, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “You know I couldn’t just stay home,” I added, the tension easing but the sting of his words lingering.

“I know,” Tomas said gently, reaching out to take my hand, his fingers threading through mine with deliberate tenderness. “And I’m proud of everything you’re doing. But this isn’t just my dream, Keke. It’s ours. I wanted to tell you everything—with you here. But you weren’t, so I left you a note. I wasn’t leaving you, Keke,” he said, his voice steady, his eyes full of sincerity. “You are my safe harbor, my unspoken prayer, my greatest truth. Letting you go would mean losing the only piece of me that truly matters. I was making sure everything stayed on track—for us.”

I stared at him, my anger wavering as his words wrapped around me. There was something in the way he looked at me—earnest, unflinching—that made it hard to stay mad. But just as my resolve began to crumble, a new thought crept in, sharpening the edge of my irritation once again. I arched a brow, tilting my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips. “For us, huh?” I said, my tone laced with just enough challenge to let him know the conversation wasn’t over. “At least you didn’t cancel the reservation, but that was supposed to beourreservation—not me sitting there and eating alone.”

Tomas chuckled softly, leaning closer to press a kiss to my temple. “I wanted you to see what we’ve built,” he said, his voice low and warm. “You’ve been with me through every late night, every setback.

I wanted you to experience it like everyone else walking through those doors, feeling the magic.”

I crossed my arms, huffing despite the reluctant smile tugging at my lips. “Oh, you mean whatyou’vebuilt,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you’re going by ‘Tomas’ now. What, Henrique isn’t good enough for your fancy restaurant anymore?” My tone was sharp, but the teasing lilt gave me away. I wasn’t letting him off the hook easily, not after leaving me with just a note. Still, I couldn’t resist poking at the name change.

His lips quirked into a soft smile, and he leaned closer, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that always got to me. “Henrique will always exist for you, Keke,” he said. “To the world, I might be Chef Tomas, but to you? I’m still your husband. Still the man who loves you, even when you drive me crazy.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but instead, I found myself smiling despite everything. Shaking my head, I sighed. “You’re not off the hook, Henrique. But I’ll let it go—for now.”

Just as we lean back against the pillows, his arm draped comfortably over my waist, my phone buzzed loudly on thenightstand. I reached for it, rolling my eyes as EJ’s name lit up the screen. Of course, she’d call now.

I swiped to answer, barely managing a “hello” before her voice shot through the speaker like a rocket. “Keke! Don’t even try it. I saw your text last night, and the second I read it, I knew exactly what was up. You went home withthe chef, didn’t you? Now tell me, are you two okay, or do I need to drive over there and regulate? Because, girl, I will.”

Henrique smirked beside me, shaking his head, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the combination of EJ’s dramatics and his amused expression. “We’re fine, EJ,” I said, trying to keep the laughter out of my voice. “We had a little… discussion, but everything’s good now. No need to start planning your intervention.”

“Discussion? Uh-huh,” she said, dragging out the words like she didn’t believe me. “Y’all are the definition of dramatic, Keke. You and Henrique are like a telenovela, but with better food and a little more sass. Seriously, what am I going to do with you two?”

Henrique raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her commentary, and I sighed, biting back a grin. “Probably the same thing you always do—laugh at me and remind me how crazy my life is.”

“Exactly!” she said, bursting into laughter. “But for real, Keke, I’m glad you’re okay. Just know if that man steps out of line, I’m on standby. I’ll hop in my car so fast he won’t even have time to hide.”

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