Page 32 of This Is Law 3
“Ain’t no better feeling in the world than this shit right here. This dick was made for you, baby. You don’t ever need any corrections when it comes to riding this motha fucka. You do it so well, baby. You feel so good. This the pussy you wanted me to pull out of? Bae, how could I, when this motha fucka grip like this?” I had to know. Soraya was in her own world, eyes closed, smiling, and moaning, having her way with that dick.
I looked down for a second, seeing the way her pussy juices had decorated my dick. She was soaked, and the sounds that were filling the room were so beautiful.
“Damn. You going to cum with me?” she moaned, opening her eyes, so that she could look at me.
“That’s your job to make me nut the same time as you. That’s why I put you up there. You need help?” I asked, already readybecause I started stroking from the bottom, raising my hips up and down, matching her rhythm.
She leaned her body into me, having her forehead right in front of mine, still bouncing on that dick, and squeezing the head when she would get to the top, putting in overtime to get me to nut at the same time as her, and that shit was working too.
“Cum with me, papi. I can’t wait to feel that nut dripping inside of me. Come on, Sevyn. Do it with me baby,” that shit sounded so fuckin pretty from her. The same way I could talk her through a nut, she could do it too.
She was looking me in my eyes, demanding something so beautiful from me. She kissed at my lips, driving me crazy.
“This dick put five kids in me. I’m so thankful for it. I love you so much. Nut inside it, daddy. It’s yours. That’s what you’re supposed to do,” so much sex appeal was dripping from her voice. It’s like she had me right by my balls because I couldn’t even control the nut anymore.
I lost control of trying to hold out on it because in one second, I started grunting, and nut started filling her up, and she was releasing too, getting her way, having us cum together.
“You nasty as fuck, but I love that shit. I made you like that,” I let her know once we finished, and she chuckled, while putting kisses all over my face.
She put her hands on the sides of my face once she was finished, and we tongue kissed for about a minute, or two.
“I’m hungry now. You going to feed me?” she asked.
“After that pussy you just gave me, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want. I swear to God,” I was dead serious.
She just kissed me one final time, stood up from my lap, and she pulled my hand, so that we could go inside the bathroom together. We showered together, but Soraya tried to stay as far away from me as possible, in hopes of me not touching her. I let her keep all her body parts to herself, not even bothering totouch her. Once we finished in the shower, we both went to our sides of the bathroom, where we brushed our teeth, and handled the rest of our hygiene that we needed to handle.
It was about an hour later, and I was dressed, sitting out in the living room area of the suite, waiting for Soraya to come out. I knew that I would finish before her because she still had to do her hair, and make-up, and that’s what would take up the most time.
Seconds later, I heard her heels tapping against the tiled floor, plus I could smell her sweet scent, so that’s what made me turn around, so that I could look at her. Seeing her, and the way that she was killing that dress, I instantly pulled my phone out, turning into her biggest cheerleader, as I started to record her. When we were back at home, I remember telling her to pack something sexy for a date night because even though we came with the boys, I knew that I was going to want her for one night to myself, and my baby had overly understood the assignment.
She was dressed up in a mini dress tonight, that showed off her long legs. The dress was fitted, so you saw her tiny waist, and because of the tightness of it, you could see just a little bit of the baby bump that she had. The dress was a sequined material, and it had colors of pink, green, blue, and gold, giving the dress a tropical look, which was perfect for where we were.
Like she could do this shit in her sleep, she stood up tall in a pair of six-inch pink pumps to match the pink in her dress. My eyes scanned over to her wrist, looking at the bracelet stack that she had on. I knew that Yaya loved anything fromCartier,so I wasn’t shocked to see that that brand was a part of her stack. That, along withVan Cleef,andTiffany & Co.Then, my eyes traveled up, going for the thinHarry Winstondiamond necklace around her neck. People that didn’t know jewelry might just look at that thin chain around her neck, and assume that it might be cheap, costume jewelry, when I’d purchased that chain for her afew years back, and it was more than the average person’s rent in a year. She wore chandelier styled diamonds in her ear fromTiffany & Coas well. The iced-out diamond anklet that went around her left ankle was sexy too.
Yaya slicked her hair back in a bun, leaving out her side burn pieces, that you could tell were gelled down. Her make-up was perfectly done, and really, all I could do was just stand back in awe, shaking my head, still not being able to believe that someone could be so fuckin beautiful.
“Damn baby. Walk over to the door. I gotta get this shit on video. You look so good,” I hyped her. She was eating this shit up, as she smiled, and as if she was a runway model, she did that sexy walk all the way over to the door, stopped to do a pose, and my thirsty ass was right there, recording the entire thing.
I eventually stopped the video, and I placed my phone in my pocket, stepping closer to her, putting my hands on her ass. As much as I wanted to kiss her, I didn’t do it because she’d done her make-up, and she would bitch about me messing up her lip combo, or whatever she called that shit.
“This new, or you already had it? You look fuckin good,” I asked, referring to the dress. She laughed.
“It’s new. I got it when I went to the mall with Milan. I used your card to pay for it,” she responded.
“Shit, I don’t care. Go back, and get like twenty more,” I joked. I pecked her on her cheek, knowing that that was all that she was going to allow me to do, and then I stepped back.
I reached behind her, opened the door, allowing her to walk out first.
“Let’s go check on the boys first before we leave,” she said, which was cool because I was going to already suggest that.
“Ay, let me talk to you. I don’t care how much convincing they may try to do, especially Creed, they asses not going with us.This our little date night that they not invited to,” I had to give a disclaimer because I knew Yaya.
Her dramatic ass kids would try to pretend like their feelings were so hurt behind not going out with us tonight, and she would be quick to give in, tell them to throw some clothes on, and just go with us. As if she was paying me the least bit of attention, she just waved her hand at me, kept on walking, and we were now standing in front of the boys room, which was at the end of the hall.
Yaya knocked on the door, and moments later, it opened. Legend came to the door. He was in sweatpants, wife beater, and socks on his feet. They had a similar suite to ours, so I was able to look in, and see the living room area. Creed was sitting there, and they had food spread out on the table, that I’m sure they ordered to the room.
“You look pretty,” Legend said to his mother.
