Page 64 of Honey Sugar
“That’s cool and all. I don’t have beef with him though. Should I?” I had to remember that part of the lure in pulling Mario in was making him think I was scared and on the run. Nothing could be further from the truth though.
“If I knew someone set my mother up to get killed, I’d have beef with them.”
“I guess so. I’m not fucking with Bear though. He’s a legit killer. I’m not.” I threw that extra part in there for whoever the fuck was listening on the other end. Mario didn’t need to know that at this point in my life without my mother as my moral compass, I had little to no issue killing again.
“You got it in you,” Mario countered.
“Nah. I’ll leave that to you,” I laughed but it was anything but lighthearted. “So since Bear is going to be around tomorrow, I don’t know when I’ll get up to the dispensary. Might be a while.”
“You bringing your fine ass cousin?”
“She’s staying home.” I looked at Ivy and she poked her bottom lip out. I didn’t want her tagging along on this mission. I wanted her safe. I had no reason to think he’d set me up but in case our talk didn’t go well, I didn’t want him laying eyes on the only thing left in the world that I loved.
“Damn. She’s gorgeous. I need to get rid of Shea’s mouthy ass and put your cousin on.”
“No you don’t. She has a man.”
“Damn. You sure? As overprotective as you are, I didn’t think you ever let her out of your sight.”
“She’s grown. She can handle herself.” Ivy’s green eyes were hot on me. I felt her stare probing me from across the kitchen. Finally, she walked over and tugged on my beard. I slapped her ass a little and she laughed quietly into her hand.
She was coming out of her shell but some things would never change. She would forever be shy. I loved it though. I loved that I pulled her outside of herself and made her come to life.
“Yo, I’ll text you tomorrow, Mario. Something just came up.” I looked down at my growing erection right before I pressed the end call button. The way Ivy touched me was enough to make my dick turn to steel in seconds. She was an angel but she knew how to speak the devil’s language.
“So I’m not coming with you to New Orleans tomorrow?” She leaned in and kissed my lips like butterfly wings would kiss the sun. She tried to move back but I wouldn’t let her. How could I not steal another kiss when they were butterscotch sweet?
“Nah. You need to stay put. I don’t want you anywhere near this.” I rested my hands on her ass and squeezed a little because it was too perfect not to.
“You know we haven’t been apart since you got to Sugar Bayou?”
“Is that right?” I nibbled on her neck and she moaned while the heels of her hands pressed against my shoulders. “Will you let me out of your sight for a few hours tomorrow?” I quizzed.
“Only if you give me something to remember you by.” She slid her hands around to the back of my neck. I loved how soft her skin was. I went to sleep thinking about it sometimes.
“I think I have something for you.” I gripped my dick through my pants and Ivy looked down. I never got tired of the expression she made me when she saw my dick. The nasty glint in her eyes made me want to murder her pussy.
I slipped the straps of her dainty sundress over her shoulders then tugged the fabric down until her honey brown titties popped out. I took them in my mouth one at a time. “Take your clothes off for me, baby girl. I want to look at your perfect body while I stroke my dick.” She undressed slowly for me and I took my dick out while she did.
Fuck, she was sexy.
She stared at me while she stepped out of her dress, leaving it on the floor. “Go to the front of the store,” I told her.
“Why?” She quizzed.
“Because I want to fuck you in the place where our best memories are. I want to create new memories. Ones where I’m making love to you and you’re screaming my name. Ones where your nails are digging in my skin while my dick is digging in your pussy. Ones where we don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about us being together.” I walked over to her and slapped her ass hard enough to leave an outline of my hand on her skin.
She did as I asked and stood in front of the lollipop display. I shook my head at the vision in front of me then reached around her and grabbed a honey lollipop. I unwrapped it and slid it between her full tits and down to her navel.
“Did I ever tell you that your pussy tastes so good mixed with honey?” I put the lollipop in my mouth and Ivy chewed on her bottom lip anxiously.
“No…”
“I didn’t? I’m slipping then.” I picked her up with one arm and sat her on top of the counter. I pushed her knees apart so I could see her pretty pussy staring back at me. She leaned back some and anchored the heels of her feet on the countertop.
When I pulled the lollipop from my mouth, she watched me intently. I tapped it against her clit gently and she whimpered. I was going to teach her how good the balance between pain and pleasure felt.
I did it again and she moaned that time then closed her eyes. “I want you to watch,” I told her before tapping her again. She shuddered that time and her clit stood to greet me eagerly. “Look at that pretty clit, Ivy. She’s such a good girl.” I rewarded her by rubbing the honey lollipop against her sensitive pussy then I fed it to her. “Can I kiss it?” I asked, massaging her with my fingers.
