Page 26 of Mahogany 1

“My bad. My bad,” he continued to repeat.

I put him against the house, unlocked the door, and helped him inside. It was like the blind leading the damn blind. Good thing I didn’t go for that third Manhattan.

Once we got inside, I was out of breath. He made his way to the foyer bench, sat down, and beckoned me, signaling for me to come over to him.

“Come here Ne, come here real quick,” he slurred, with his head leaned back against the wall.

Sighing, I closed and locked the door, took my heels and jacket off, and walked over to him. Was I still upset about earlier? A little. However, after my trip to Pandora’s, earlier didn’t seem like it wasthatbad. It was alright. He unintentionally pissed me off at therapy, went to see his boysand got too drunk. I went to a sex club and got buzzed, and a little—a lotta—horny. It was okay. He was cool. We were cool.

“What?” I asked, standing in front of him.

He slid his hands up my hips, gripped my ass, and then grabbed me by the waist. “I said come here.”

Pulling me forward, he sat me on his lap. I straddled him and gripped his jaw, urging him to open his eyes. He barely could.

“You stink,” I told him.

He lightly laughed, his slightly closed eyes on mine. “Yo’ ass been drinking too.”

“Not as much as you.”

I was uncomfortable. Just a little. It’d been a while since I sat on his lap. There was a time where Duke and I couldn’t keep our hands off one another. Time and bullshit really put a bridge between us.

“Had to,” he said sliding his hands to the front of my body, where he softly caressed my nipples through my shirt, hardening them almost immediately.

I bit my bottom lip and cooed a little. My nipples were so damn sensitive. Especially at his tongue. Dukeknewme. Had eighteen years of experience. So, he knew just what it took to get me going. Which was little to nothing. Tonight especially.

He massaged my nipples, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I groaned, wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body into his. He wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss, with a firm grip on my ass cheeks. I moaned into his mouth and began to gyrate my hips.

“Shhh,” he said, reminding me about where we were.

Slowly, he lowered his lips from mine to my collar bone, making a trail of kisses from there, to my shirt, where he bit my nipple through the thin fabric, driving me insane. I moaned with my lips pulled into my mouth, stifling it. I was so got damn horny; it made no sense. It’d been a minute since I’d beenfucked. I needed it. So bad. With thoughts of him roaming freely through my mind, I needed it more than ever. Being so horny, riled up because ofhimand that club brought me back to my first night at Pandora’s.

Then I was horny and played with pussy because Duke was too tired to fuck me. Thank God tonight it was a different story. Thank God, tonight, he wanted it just as bad as I did. I had a very, very aggressive appetite. I would thank Pandora’s, but I was like this before then. A freak for him, and him only. However, after the lying and cheating, I pulled away and he stopped trying as much. I wondered if that was because he couldn’t deal with the rejection. Wondered if tonight he took the liberty because he couldfeelthe sex I picked up from Pandora’s, on me.

Whatever the case, he gave me what I needed. Not completely. Didn’t make me feel the wayhedid but it was good enough. It didn’t take long for the thought ofhishands on me to cross my mind. I moaned, remembering the wayhefelt. The tingles. That heaviness I wanted to drown in. When Duke lifted my shirt, pressed my titties together, and kissed me through my lacey pink bra, I thought ofhimtoo. Wondered ifhe’dbe as slow. Wondered ifhe’dbite me hard enough. Wondered if a stranger… the stranger I couldn’t seem to get off my mind… would know the roadmap to my body, too.Hehad the roadmap tosomething. Couldn’t quite put a finger on it. It made no sense, to think of a man I only met once, five years later, every time my husband fucked me. Licked me. Sucked me. The only reason I came as hard as I did, when we did was because ofhim. Because of that yearning. That… longing. Wantedhimso bad, I was on the brink of cumming already.

“Come on,” I urged, grabbing the sides of his face. “Fuck me. Right here.”

Duke was drunk-drunk. Felt like he got drunker with each passing second. And me? I was sobering up. Was only inebriated by desire. I was like an animal every fucking time and it never had anything to do with them. Who I laid with. Who I let inside of my body. Always had something to do withhim. Always puthisface,histouch,hissmell… on them. For five years straight. Couldn’t cum properly without it.

It was crazy. My obsession. Felt like I was obsessed with a ghost.

“Hold… hold up,” Duke complained. “Shit.”

He was drunk as fuck. Room probably spun every time he closed his eyes. He had a hard time keeping them open too. Dick was hard as hell though. And that was all I needed. I climbed down from his lap and immediately went for his waistband. Hungrily, I undid his belt. My mouth salivated at the thought of his veiny dick touching my tonsils. Couldn’t wait to swallow him up.

Finally, I got the button unclasped and the zipper undone. I didn’t pull his pants down, just dug into them and pulled his dick out. It was beautiful. Duke’s dick. Veiny, and toffee toned, a couple of shades lighter than he was. And I loved it. I did. Truly. Without the thought of Armani suit, Duke could make me cum. He had that roadmap, remember? But tonight? Tonight I needed an earth shattering, knees buckling orgasm that only the thought ofhimcould get me.

Slowly, I eased all nine inches of Duke’s dick down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and grunted, clenching his jaw muscle. His eyes were wider now. Locked with mine. I stared back but it wasn’t Duke that I saw. It was Armani suit and he was fucking beautiful. Duke too… but this… this wasn’t about him. Tomorrow, I’d still be mad about him leaving. Tonight, I didn’t give a fuck because Pandora’s did to me what only Pandora’s could do. Woke up a sleeping beast, jolted awakeonly by the thought ofhim. I didn’t know who I was when I thought about him. You ever wanted something so bad? I mean… it was tangible, but not quite? You had come close to it, maybe. But right before you could sink your teeth into it, it just… vanished into thin air? Life felt incomplete withouthim. Like something was missing. Like… I’d die a sad death if I died before experiencing that again. Just… that. It wasn’t so much the person but the feeling. And my God, I needed it.

So, I went back.

Like I went back every time.

Scrambled through my thoughts and found it. That feeling. A piece of it. What I got, was merely it. But good enough.

I sucked Duke like I loved him with my whole heart. Like I was nineteen again. Like… he was perfect in my eyes. Like… I wanted to be his wife. And when it hit the back of my throat, I gagged. Needed more spit. He loved it wet and sloppy, and I loved it too. I sucked his dick so good that I had to stop to tell him to quiet down. He squirmed, gripped the fabric of the bench and bucked his hips. I urged him to. Wanted him to fuck my face like the dick hungry slut I was. And he did. Pushed his dick to the furthest place in the back of my throat and I took it all, with a smile and a leaking pussy.

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