Page 20 of Her Pisces Allure
“I was trying to do something nice by making us breakfast since you’re always cooking.”
“Uh, how about you leave all future cooking to me? Or at least breakfast? I uh . . . had plans to tackle it once we got up, so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”
While I can cook, breakfast has never been my strongest meal to prepare, but I wanted to do something nice for my man this morning. However, no matter how hard I try, I always manage to get eggshells in the mixture. I also have never beenable to master the art of scrambling, so I can’t even be mad at Quintyn’s statement.
“I uh?—”
“Can’t make breakfast to save your life, but I still love you.”
“I don’t love you anymore.”
“I’ll give you two reasons why I know that’s a lie.”
Putting my fork down, I cross my arms over my chest and stare intently into Quintyn’s eyes. “Why?”
“For one, you let me get you in the hot tub without rebuttal last night. For two, you whispered it in your sleep.”
“Lies.” Throwing my hands up dramatically, I fight the smile attempting to form while my lips speak the single word of argument.
“It’s fine. I already know the truth.”
“I can’t believeI let you convince me that this was a good idea.”
“Of course, it is. Netflix and chill will never not be a vibe. Besides, spending time alone will always be something I enjoy. Now, hush.”
Knowing Roman likes to ride by Fayth’s house like she owes him money and understanding how much Fayth enjoys having me to herself, I booked a hotel an hour away. I packed a picnic basket with dinner and movie type foods for us to consume during our stay, so we have no reason to leave the room. Everything has been going well until Fayth decided that our first movie would be one where a pregnant woman gets played by the father of her kid. I have never in my life heard of this cornyass movie, let alone seen it before. Yet, here I am, in this king-sized bed with Fayth lying against my chest, watching a pregnant woman whose real life included being a popular talk show host and begging a lame to take her in.
“This shit is so corny, man. I’m picking the next movie,” I grumble and fight, grinning when Fayth’s giggles sound around the room.
“Since Netflix nor Tubi have porn options, I guess that will be fine.”
“Let me find out you want me to dick you down without worrying about getting caught.”
The deep and prolonged stare and slow movement of Fayth’s hand up and down my chest has my dick hardening within seconds. The risk of getting caught by Rome has kept us from having sex. The energy in the room shifts and heats with intensity while charging my body with an urgent need to feel Fayth’s pussy gripping my dick.
“Watching porn isn’t as thrilling as my imagination about our very own production. Right now, I can feel you sucking on my pussy with my nails digging into your shoulders.”
Heating rises from my toes, and I lick my drying lips while attempting to follow Fayth’s imaginative thoughts. A groan escapes my mouth when Fayth’s hand grips my dick because I hadn’t realized she was no longer caressing my chest.
“Damn, Lay.”
“You’re so hard, baby. I love how you’re throbbing and jutting in my hand. It’s making me wet.” Fayth’s seductive voice is low, causing me to bite my bottom lip as my eyes become droopy.
Precum begins to coat the tip of my dick, causing moisture to form on my underwear. When air hits my lower region, I know Fayth has pulled my dick through the opening, allowing her more access. Fayth subtly wraps both hands around my shaftwhile her eyes glisten with awe at not being able to fully envelop my dick.
“Lay, baby.” At the moment, I’m unsure if I’m attempting to urge to stop or continue as my brain becomes foggy.
My hips slowly and rhythmically begin moving on their own accord, and all I can do is watch while Fayth’s hands glide up and down my dick. Never in my life have I had a woman give me a hand job. I’m quite conversant with blowjobs, but this experience has a giddy feeling surging through my body.
“I don’t know if I want to suck the skin off this pretty thang or mount it like a bull rider.” Fayth licks her lips, causing my dick to twitch in her hands.
Precum is dribbling from the tip like a leaky faucet, and my thoughts are too jumbled to provide Fayth with any suggestions. Time slows down when Fayth’s grip eases before she unhands my dick, causing me to self-consciously wince from the absence. My reaction is temporary when Fayth lifts the night dress she’s wearing over her head and throws it behind her. My eyes rake over Fayth’s full and heavy-looking triple D-sized breasts. The pudge within Fayth’s stomach has my dick jerking in merriment. Continuing my perusal, my teeth sink into my bottom lip upon seeing Fayth’s thick thighs that are stretching to straddle me.
“Well, saddle up, Lay. I have a feeling this is gonna be a bumpy ride.”
“Quintyn, are you sleeping?”
After reacquainting my dick with Fayth’s sweet pearl for the last two hours, I should be, but I’m too wired to sleep.
