Page 12 of Don Caselli

“What does that mean, baby?”

My brow raised when she mentioned the wordbaby. Whenever words like that started to be tossed around, it was time to switch shit up.

Digging into my sleep shorts, I pulled out a condom and tore it open with my teeth as I used the other hand to beat the top of her ass with my dick, watching the precum stretch each time I lifted it up and slapped it back down.

Her legs were shaking as she anticipated what she knew she would be getting in a few seconds. Sliding the condom onto my dick, I held her shoulder as I slowly eased inside of her while she squirmed with delight. Her body stiffened, head tossed back, just by feeling me inside of her.

Gripping her hip, I slammed the rest of me inside of her while she squealed, clawing the mahogany wood, that rested below my sneakers. “Fuck you wake me up for, Grace… you like pissing me off,” I held her hip tighter, as I pulled out and slammed back inside of her while her body moved like a slippery noodle.

“No, Papi, I… I promise!” she screamed out, holding onto a pair of Jordans that Kora had gotten me when I graduated from high school. “Baby, I swear… I swear, baby.”

Ignoring the overuse of the wordbaby, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and watched as my dick fell out of her before I tightened my grip and mounted her ass against the shelves. I held onto the shoe shelf with one hand, and her hip with the other, while I continued to pound her pussy from behind.

Grace screamed out to tell me to go harder, faster, and slower. She was throwing out commands and didn’t know what she wanted. All her ass knew is that she wanted some dick when she stepped off the elevator and entered my home.

I listened as she promised me everything from having my first-born son to giving me her abuela’s home on the beach back in Puerto Rico. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back, staring down into her eyes.

Her eyes glazed over, and she looked at me with this dick drunk look on her face. Like she was in love and wasn’t coming up off me anytime soon. Little did she know her access and her services were no longer needed.

Lil’ mama was in love, and I didn’t need that shit. She was already on thin ice talking all loud and trying to make me jealous with some other nigga. That was usually when shit went wrong in situations like this. They tried to make me jealous, not realizing you couldn’t make a nigga like me jealous.

Sex wasn’t a commitment for me. I had yet to meet a woman I’ve fucked who made me want to keep her around. I could slip in and out of pussy without attachment because I believed we didn’t belong to anyone.

Women were just experiences for me that I would let go to move onto the next. I could spend time with a woman and never feel anything about her because I was detached from my emotions.

I mean, I could tap into those bitches when it came to someone I cared about, but for the most part, I moved around as if emotions and feelings never existed. It was probably why I was always cleaning my phone out from all the text messages of women claiming to hate me.

“You still ain’t apologize either, huh?” I grunted as I slid out of her, spun her around, and backed her up against the mirror.

Her lips were agape as she stared up into my eyes with her eyes barely opened. Her leg hung over the crook of my arm as I shoved all of me back inside of her while she held onto me tightly.

“I’m sorry, Papi… I’ll make it up to you… promise,” she squeaked as I continued to fuck her, not paying her any attention.

My hand caressed her neck before it tightened, and tears fell from her eyes. Because she wanted this. Had begged for this through the various random text messages I received from her. Grace wanted to be fucked, not made love to, and that was why our arrangement worked.

She wanted me to choke her from behind, slide into her and never make promises I couldn’t keep. Those were all the things I had done, and she went and broke her promise to me. Grace fell for me and that shit couldn’t exist because this was supposed to be for fun. Get our nuts and move on with our lives until it came a time when we both needed to release.

“This is what the fuck you wanted, right?” I loosened my grip and held onto her shoulder, as I pushed more and more of me inside.

Pulling out of her, I looked down at her swollen pussy. It was swollen because I had been beating that shit since I slid in the closet behind her. Picking her up, I slid her down onto my dick again, and then leaned against the mirror, going up inside her harder each time, as she came down onto me even harder.

Her hand tightened on my shoulder as she bit her lip and groaned out. I felt her body become more tense, and I slammed her down even harder because I was right there. “Let me tell you something, Grace.”

“Hmm, baby. Hmm?”

“Stop fucking calling me baby,” I started, slamming her down with each word. “You gonna get this pussy pounded, collect everything and leave… hear me?”

She was confused, but because it felt so good, she couldn’t argue with me. I had her right where I needed her to be. No back talk, just the vision of her back as she walked to the front and exited my space. “Wh…Why?”

My hand came down hard on her ass, and I never lost my step of fucking her. “Didn’t ask you to ask questions… I told you what to do, what you gonna do?”

“Le…leave, Don…I’ll leave, I promise,” she promised me, as I pulled all the way out of her and held her up, before slamming her back onto my dick and we both released, me filling the condom, and her juices wetting the latex that had slid in and out of her for the past twenty minutes.

I placed her back down onto the floor, picked my shorts up and headed out the closet. Instead of getting back into bed, checking emails, or even opening the curtains, I went right to the shower to wash the sex from my body.

After washing down for the third time, Menace’s fucking fault, I could hear the elevator chime in the speakers within my bathroom. Mid-way through my fourth wash down, I heard the front desk over the intercom letting me know my guest had left the premises.

Rinsing the body wash from my body, I grabbed a towel and headed out the bathroom. The steam followed me as I opened the shades to let the blue skies and sun into my space, before crossing my entire penthouse to get to my office.

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