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“Yeah, but I can just take you somewhere else.”
“I thought you got me this because you wanted to see me with it on?” she confirmed, helping me carefully pull the dress over her head.
“I did, and now, I want it off. But we gon’ keep them heels on.”
Those sexy eyes lowered to me as I feasted on her body—her neck, pierced nipples, the birthmark on her stomach. By the time I made it to her pussy, it was already soaking wet. When she grabbed and pulled my hair, I knew she was about to cum. I slipped two fingers inside of her pussy, circling and curving until she groaned.
“You gotta stop, bae.” Ignoring her, I continued to lick her clit, fueled by the sound of her wetness building. “I’m trying not to squirt,” she whimpered, voice high pitched.
“Why?” I asked, gripping her waist and keeping her from scooting up.
“I don’t like it.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “I’on care. Give me that shit.Now.”
“Cassius, I—oh my—ahh shit.”
Her sizzling breaths were accompanied by choppy whimpers as she came and squirted. It was good I knew how to swim, otherwise I’d drown eating this pussy, because I was not letting up. I didn’t stop until she stopped squirting and gushing. Ripping my button down off, I used it to wipe my face before taking the rest of my clothes off.
Sugar’s chest heaved as she fought to regulate herbreathing. Pride consumed me as I lined myself up at her opening. Her eyes slowly flickered open, and she smiled when they landed on me. That smile turned into trembling lips as I filled her pussy.
“Damn,” I moaned. It didn’t matter how many times we had sex; I’d never get used to how good she felt. How good it felt—with her and her alone. Up until Sugar Baby James, sex was literally just a way to get my nut out. There was no emotional connection or intimacy. I made sure every woman that gave herself to me enjoyed the experience, but that was all I offered.
With my lil pussy cat, it was more. The emotions, the intimacy, the mindfulness. She was the first woman I felt like I was actually becoming one with.
Her hands cupped my cheeks, and she pulled my lips to hers for a deep, nasty kiss as I stroked her slowly. Eating her moans and looking into her eyes while we fucked made me realize we weren’t fucking. We were making love. And I loved every second of it.
We endedup missing our reservation, but it didn’t matter. When we arrived at the steakhouse, accommodations were provided, and we got a corner exit table with a beautiful view of the setting sun. After this, I was going to take her dancing since she loved doing that, and then we were going to the entertainment district to listen to live music.
“You want kids?” I asked as we waited for our dessert.
“I do. At least two. You?”
“Same. Marriage? How do you feel about it?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t really see it as a big deal until Istarted wanting a life partner. Someone I can trust, experience life with, and grow with. My own person, you know?”
“Yeah, I hear you. I always knew I wanted marriage. It just had to be with the right woman.”
“How will you know it’s the right woman?”
“I knew you were the right woman when God told me He was giving you to me so I could steward you and bring you back to Him. He also told me to tell you that He will never leave you nor forsake you, and that you’re safe with Him and me. I’m supposed to specifically say again that He will never leave you, Sugar Baby, even if you leave Him.”
For a while, she just stared at me—frozen.
I thought I’d broken her.
When her eyes watered, I decided not to tease her like I normally would. I don’t know what had been going on with her spiritually, but when God told me what to say to her, I knew something was shifting.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled before hopping up from her seat. I watched her as she took short, quick steps toward the bathroom.
By the time she’d composed herself and returned, our dessert had been delivered. Instead of sitting back down immediately, she tilted my head by my chin and gave me a long, slow, tender kiss. As her thumb stroked my cheek, she lovingly stared into my eyes. I didn’t have to hear the words, the declaration, because I felt them. I hoped she felt them coming from me too.
Chapter
Twenty-One
SUGAR BABY
