Page 31 of Truce Of The Matter

“Rex,” she begins, then stops suddenly. She takes a few audible breaths then finally finishes her thought. “I was hoping you might help with my tickets.”

“I should have known.” Although she can’t see me, I’m shaking my damn head at her audacity. I sponsored her three prior visits here but not this time. “Your fiancé got that.”

“Rex! Don’t do that. We’re saving for the wedding,” she says and I’m over this damn conversation.

“Bye, Aria,” I tell her, then end the call.

I’m not letting her bullshit fuck up my time with Truce. I put my phone on do not disturb; I’m not dealing with Aria right now. All the important people are on my list of contacts who can still get through.

After pushing Aria out of my mind, I head back into the condo. Truce is on the chaise end of her sectional, snuggled under a throw with the television on. Her hair is pulled backand her pretty face practically glows. She looks beautiful as hell as she stares up at me. Her arm raises, lifting the cover and revealing a little brown dress. Her top is covered but her beautiful chocolate thighs and legs are on full display. Truce is perfection; everything I want and desire is wrapped in her beautiful package.

“Take your shoes off and join me,” she says and I don’t hesitate to comply. When I’m beside her and my legs are stretched out on the chaise, I grab her legs, lift and place them across my lap. Her back is against the arm of the sectional so I drape my arm around her. After resting her head on my arm, she tilts her head up and trains her big, gorgeous eyes on me. “Don’t I look better now?”

“You were beautiful before.”

“Just say yes,” she pleads with seriousness in her tone. “I need a win. I can’t seem to do anything right.” The sadness permeates her eyes and her body sinks into the sectional a little.

I caress the side of her face. “What are you talking about?”

“Daija and my dad. They need me and I can’t be there for them. Hell, I can’t even leave my damn house,” she sighs.

“Ay. Don’t do that. You lost her too.”

“But I’m supposed to take care of them,” she says as tears fall.

After brushing my hand across her cheeks to wipe her tears, I place my hand under her chin. “You need taking care of,” I tell her. My hand caresses her face. Then I gently push her face to the side and plant kisses up the side of her neck. “Let me take care of you.”

A small smile creeps onto her pretty ass face so I lean in and peck her lips. Her body shifts and she raises a little. I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck it gently. Her arms inch up and rest on my shoulder. My mouth consumes hers and I try to kiss all of her sadness away. When she moans into my mouth, I smile to myself, feeling accomplished.

While still kissing her soft ass lips, I slide her off my lap and ease over her. She adjusts, straightening her toned legs. My hands move to her thick thighs and I inch them up to her panties. When I tug at them, she lifts her butt, making it easier for me to slide them off.

I remove my hoodie and tee then ease down onto the floor. After pulling her legs to the edge of the cushions, I plant kisses up her legs to her thighs. A low moan escapes her mouth when my face reaches her pussy. She wants me as badly as I want her. Her intoxicating scent floods my nose, making my damn mouth water.

“Can I make you feel better?” I ask as I deeply inhale the scent I fell in love with after my first taste.

“Mmhm,” she purrs. I move close then feast on her pussy lips before making my way to her swollen clit. When I flick my tongue over it, her body squirms and she moans lowly, “Damn, Rex.”

“I like how you say my name,” I groan before burying my face into her.

I start with a kiss; then, using my tongue, I part her pussy lips. I take my time, slowly sucking on both sides. I savor her clit next, pulling it into my mouth. I take my time by sucking it before massaging it with my tongue.

“Oh shit,” she moans as her hands gravitate to the back of my head. While holding my head, she thrusts her pussy into my face, feeding me her sweetness. I gladly accept and devour her.

“Fuck, baby. Feed me,” I coax.

She continues to push her pussy into my face as I eat her up. Her grip on my head tightens then her legs stiffen. Her soft, soulful moans increase in volume. When I start to lick up and down her slit at an intentionally slower pace, she bucks and trembles.

“Rex,” she cries. “Shit… Damn,” she moans as her juices wet my face.

Her hands drop from my head and move to the back of her sectional. She grabs one of the small pillows, places it over her face, then screams into it. “Fuuucckkk!” When she drops the pillow, I see the look of pure satisfaction on her face. Slowly, she sits up. Her hands caress the sides of my face as she leans in and kisses the evidence of her orgasm from my lips. “You are just what I need.”

“It ain’t over yet,” I admit because my dick is craving to be deep inside her.

“It’s not,” she says with a smirk.

After pecking her lips, I stand from the floor. Her eyes follow my every move and when I remove my sweats and boxers, they follow my things as they fall to the floor. The lust in her pretty eyes makes my shit hard as fuck.

“Ease back,” I demand in a low voice.

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