Page 115 of Quasim II: King Inferno

The ride back to the resort felt like hours when it was only ten minutes away. We exited the car, Quasim handed him a tip, and we walked to our bungalow. Quasim pushed me up against the railing, and sucked on my lips as his fingers found their way into my pussy.

“Fuck, you wet, baby… gotta handle that.” He picked me up and carried me the rest of the way, struggling with the keycard in the process. “I’m about to fuck you on this porch, Anjo… get this door opened.”

As he held me, I took the keycard and the green light finally blinked. He rushed us through the door, slamming it behind us. He carried me through the bungalow, bypassing the bedroom, while I sucked on his neck the entire time

He held me as he opened one of the sliding doors and put me on the day bed that faced the water. It was dark now, and our bungalow faced the ocean, so there was no one around us. I watched him as he took me in with this look in his eyes.

“Mrs. Inferno, you got panties on under that dress?”

I bit down on my bottom lip as I stared straight at him. “Why you asking questions you know the answers to, Quasim?”

His eyebrow raised. “Nah, I ain’t hear you correctly.”

He walked over toward the bed, leaned over and kissed me sloppily on the lips. I leaned my head and yelped when he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I lifted my arms up as he took my dress off and I sat on the bed with no bra on and a thong.

I moaned when I felt his hands caress my inner thigh and make their way up to my pussy. He dipped his fingers in like a honey pot and licked them while staring at me. “You’re leaking, my love.”

“For you… I wanted you since I walked down the aisle,” I moaned, as he continued to play with me while staring down into my eyes.

My back arched in pleasure and then he stopped, forcing my eyes open, and he had that sexy ass smirk on his face. “Didn’t I tell you that I run shit in here? Out there, you can tell me to go to hell, and I’m gonna go because that’s what you asked… when I have your body, I’m in charge, right?”

“Uh hmm,” I moaned as I maneuvered my hands down below and picked up where he left off because he was so handsome. My body wanted him, and my girl was pouring out because she wanted to feel him.

“I told you to touch yourself? I said that, love?”

“Nooo,” I didn’t stop, so he took my hand, and replaced it with his.

“Feel good, huh?”

“Yes, please don’t stop…”

“You gotta make up for what you did, baby.”

I was about to pass out if he withheld dick like in Bali, I needed this so bad that I would call room service for a plier, if he wanted the damn tooth again. “What do I have to do, baby?”

He slurped all my juices, teasing me while staring right at me. I was trying to run because my back felt like it was having a spasm with the amount of chill that was coming up it. Quasim backed up, and pulled his linen pants down, looking at me.

“Come finish sucking this dick, my love… show me that you sorry for leaving me hanging.” He stood there, and my mouth watered.

I crawled across the bed until I was right in front of him, sucking on his lips and tasting myself on him. “Can I touch it, King?”

He sucked on my lips as my hands stretched out his waist band, and he sucked on my tongue. I removed his dick from his briefs and then lowered myself until I was eye to eye with my favorite thing.

If I wasn’t crazy, I would probably enter his tool into a contest, because it was that damn beautiful. He knew it as he slapped it against my lips, and I opened my mouth to welcome him in. Nibbling on the head, his favorite part.

I could see him tense up as he stared down at me, knowing that he wanted to fold. There was this power dynamic where Sim wore the pants in here, and I loved it. However, I enjoyed watching him fold, too.

When that grunt became louder, or he called my name, and the grip on my hair became tighter. Those were all signs that I was doing what he liked, and he was close to breaking. There was this power that I enjoyed having over him every once in a while.

He could dominate the bedroom, but every once in a while, I loved to remind him that I could bring him to his knees, like he could do the same to me. Every inch I welcomed, I felt his hand on my head, and the grip that he had on my hair.

“Choking, my love… I wanna hear you choking on me.”

My eyes watered as I took more of him into my mouth, choking while drool and spit fell from the side of my mouth. I stared back up at him, as he held my chin up with his dick still inside of my mouth. Like he was proud, he massaged the precum and drool into my chin, while I pulled him out of my mouth and kissed the shaft.

Taking hold of his dick, I slapped it against my mouth as I licked the precum that dripped from the tip. “Who yo fucking king, Blair?”

My mouth was full as I tried to speak. “You, baby,” I gargled, barely audible because I was sucking my favorite lollipop.

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