Page 10 of If I Had More Time

Sounds of her struggling to breathe stroked my ego. I warned her. “Look at you gagging and shit. That’s what you wanted from a nigga, huh?”

I couldn’t lie. I fit in between her jaws perfectly and the view was a damned good one. So fuckin’ pretty and swallowing dick just to house the taste of me. The way she eyed me, I’d seen it one too many times. From the second I slid in her guts last year, she didn’t want to leave my lap. I was confined to the room taking her down back to back. She left here a well and satisfied woman.

Excess saliva seeped from the corners of her mouth as tears flowed from her eyes. To think she could handle a well-endowed man without complications was insane, yet she didn’t move a muscle. I stood there watching her torture herself. Her hunger for me ignited a fire within.

I was removed from her throat walls and now receiving attention to my sack. Her mouth was one that could gain several rounds of praise. She didn’t fuck around when it came to pleasing me, and I applauded her for that. She knew what she wanted and didn’t waste the limited time given.

“Damn, I missed this,” she expressed in a soft tone.

“I can tell. That nigga ain’t fuckin’ you right or something?”

“He’s not you.” I was back on her wet tongue being catered to.

Head bopping, hands jacking, and moans swarming from both of us. My eyes closed briefly as that sensational feeling rose from my balls and traveled to the tip of my shit. I was no better than a woman who couldn’t control herself when a nigga got to playing in that pussy. Good head made me nut quick, and I didn’t care to hide it.

“Where you want it, love?” I asked, quickening my thrusts. Fighting the feeling of letting loose so I could honor her request was getting harder to do by the second.

A verbal response wasn’t an option. My dick was too deep in her throat for her do anything but try and breathe. Her finger touched her cheek slightly giving me directions. I nodded and pulled my wood from her vacuum-like jaws. Her head fell back as she opened her mouth widely with her tongue dangling waiting to receive me.

Stroking my shaft, my kids shot out hitting her in the exact place she pointed to first. More of me rested beneath her right eye and on the side of her nose. I knew how bad she wanted to taste me, so I wouldn’t deprive her altogether. I was back in her mouth finishing off against her tonsils.

“Fuuuuck!” I groaned feeling my knees grow weak. Abnormal breathing found me quickly.

“Mmm, you still taste the same,” she said cleaning me off her face. Placing her fingers in her mouth with my residue on them, she offered a look of gratification. She was nasty indeed.

“You could’ve given me a heads-up, love.”

“I could’ve but what good would that have done? You housed what I craved. Tasting you again has been on my mind since the moment we parted ways last year. I killed two birds with one tongue, satisfying us both. Am I wrong for that?”

Simone was still on her knees looking up at me, and I had to give it to her. Her beauty was unmatched to many. Those hazel eyes could hypnotize you if you weren’t careful. I found myselfunder her spell quite a bit on our last encounter. If her mouth didn’t tell you, her eyes damn sure did.

“By all means, get off however you see fit, gorgeous.”

Bending over, I kissed her on top of her head before getting comfortable. I was already half dressed, so I removed the rest of my clothing, then headed for the shower. Simone was right on my heels. She knew it was time to lock in. She only had so much of mine left.

Entering the bedroom, I stepped to the side so she could walk ahead of me. The short white dress that hugged her body was slowly rising as she sauntered to the bathroom. Eyes roamed her canvas taking her in completely. Her long legs wrapped around me well. Flashbacks of pinning her ass to the cross surfaced within seconds. She had me biting my lip to shake back.

As if she could hear my thoughts, she pulled the fabric over her head and dropped it at the bathroom door. My steps slowed down as the small recoil from her ass gained all my attention. The only thread left on her body was the white thong between her cheeks. The fact that she didn’t bother with a bra told me everything I needed to know.

The shower was started as all of me reacted to her body. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me. My nose was planted on the side of her neck inhaling her scent. She wore Bright Crystal from Versace. It was a fragrance I enjoyed on my wife. I never mentioned it being my favorite scent, but it was clear when she smelled Naomi on me, she took notes. I was unsure if the notes were because she liked the fragrance or if it was more than that. Shaking off that thought, I proceeded to ask her a question.

“You fucked that nigga today?” My only reason for asking was because I didn’t play that shit. Yeah, I strapped up for this occasion, but they were well aware of our red zone terms. Meand my wife’s health was way too precious to be playing around with.

“Why would I fuck him when I knew I was coming to you, baby?” I allowed her to call me whatever she liked while in the green zone. It wasn’t like I would ever hear from her after today so she could have at it.

My free hand circled around her neck as my dick grew against her backside. Saving herself for me didn’t only stroke my ego but solidified how well I lay pipe. Ripping the thin thread from her waist, I stepped back and admired her from head to toe as she turned to face me.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Simone,” I complimented her.

“If I’m so beautiful, why aren’t you between my thighs yet? You loved this pussy last time. So much, we didn’t leave the room.”

It was enjoyed, not loved. She was mistaking a pleasurable day for more than what it was. I was a man who loved… was in love with one pussy, and that was my wife’s. Simone was a simply a woman filling a temporary position offered by the Malores. Nothing about her wasloved.

“I know what it’s hitting for, therefore, we’re going to see a bit of the island before I’m confined. Step in the shower love so we can get ready to eat something. My last meal was at six this morning.”

“My appetite isn’t for food, baby, and you know it,” she said slowly closing the small gap between us. Once she was in reach, her hand wrapped around my dick, giving it a light massage.

The hunger in her eyes was pure lust. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t spending another anniversary confined to this room fuckin’ her like she was solely mine. We barely ate a meal yet had the energy to go round for round. That was way too intimate for me. She was nothing more than an anniversary gift. Simone was the complete opposite of my wife. The things I did toher, I would never do to my wife. They were degrading and she deserved better.

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