Page 42 of Nocturnal Sins
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“I’m coming too,” Sammie declared.
“No. The hell. You’re not.” Pop grumbled at her. He snatched out his cigarette and held it between his pointer finger and his thumb while he regarded her. I wanted to tell him that there was no stopping her but I decided to let him figure it out on his own.
“Papa, I want to know why you can’t meet with Santana at the restaurant. You’re going to show him how to shoot, aren’t you?” She beamed.
“If I see your ass at the warehouse you will be in huge trouble.”
“Okay, okay…” She held up her hands and endured the harsh gaze of Pop until he stalked up the steps and to his room. The moment he was gone, she straddled me and peered down into my eyes.
“He’s going to teach you how to shoot, isn’t he?”
“I know how to shoot. He’ll probably work on my aim though.”
“If you shoot Uncle Dom I’m going to cum on myself, Santana.” Her words were feathery giggles.
“Shit, well I guess I better start practicing.” We laughed and I kissed her neck like I’d been dying to do the whole time Pop was in the room. Sammie reached behind her and set the bowl down on the coffee table then clicked the lamp off, plunging us into darkness.
We sinned when darkness clouded around us. It felt damn good too. I gripped her perfect ass in my hands and she couldn’t help grinding on top of me. “Papa isn’t sleeping yet,” she whispered. Her vanilla bean flavored lips against mine.
“Then I guess you have to be quiet when I make you cum, huh?” I yanked her pretty strands of silk in my fist and her head snapped back exposing that beautiful smooth throat of hers. First, I met her skin with my lips then my tongue, lastly my teeth. Sammie whined and dug her fingers into my broad shoulders but she liked it. I could tell by the way her hips moved.
“Put your dick inside of me right now. You’ve been teasing me all day.” I loved when she got like that. It made my cock painfully hard.
“Is my princess bossy?” I quizzed, lifting an eyebrow. I slid my hand between our bodies and rubbed her clit. She was already soaked for me.
“So bossy, Daddy.” She rocked back and forth, fucking my fingers like a good girl and flooding my jeans with her sweet pussy.
“Save that fucking orgasm for me, Samira. I want to be buried in your pussy when you cum. Understand?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy. It feels so good though.” Her eyes were closed and her bottom lip was locked between her teeth. I wished I could take a picture of her right then. She was ethereal.
I freed my cock and Sammie mounted it like she’d been starving for it. “Shit, Santana,” she moaned while she eased her tight, slippery walls down on me. I dug my fingertips into her waist and rode her motions like a melody.
Her face was covered by shadows but she was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. How long had I been looking at Samira that way? How long had I known she was a knockout in every area?
I turned my thoughts away from the mounting emotion in my chest and focused on how slick and wet Sammie’s pussy was. “Shit,” I grumbled. “Did I make you this wet?” My fingers found her stiff clit again.
“You always make me this wet.” She bounced faster and I rolled my thumb in a circle all around her clit but refusing to touch it. She was losing her shit. Her moans were reaching a fever pitch.
“Sammie, you have to be quiet. Pop is going to come down here and find you riding my cock and then what? Hmm?” I gripped her slender neck in my hand and squeezed.
Something hungry flickered in her jewel-toned eyes. “Harder,” she rasped. “Choke me harder, Santana.” When I tightened my grip Samira came so hard I blacked out for a minute. Her pussy became a vice that I could no longer move inside of.
I don’t think I ever came that fucking hard before in my life. No words would come out of my mouth. Only animalistic grunts as my cock throbbed inside Sammie’s sweet creamy pussy.
“Oh my god,” she panted, pushing sweaty tendrils of hair away from her face. “I love you.” She took my face in her hands and kissed my lips repeatedly. Each kiss lifted me higher and higher off the ground.
“I love you too. I think I’ve loved you longer than I realize,” I told her with clarity and certainty.
“Me too.” Her throat dipped when she swallowed.
“We have to tell Pop,” I sighed, tipping my head back and letting it rest on the couch. Sammie nodded. She knew it was the next step in our journey. We couldn’t pretend like what we were doing was some kind of fling. It wasn’t.
She meant more to me than that.
“So does this mean you’re my man…officially?” She asked. I could see the twinkle of emotion in her pretty eyes.
“Yes, Sammie. I’m your man. You’re my woman. Now we just have to figure out how to tell Pop.”
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