“Excellent. Thanks for the heads up.” I stroke my cock and jump in the shower. I am out in minutes. I am toweling off, still in the bathroom when she walks in wearing something right out of my dreams and nightmares. She looks like a fucking succubus wrapped in innocence. Fucking shit. Her dress is red, cut to right between her tits, pushed up by the bra she was wearing giving her visible, luscious cleavage. The dress wrapped around her body like a second skin falling two inches from her knees. Jesus. I watch her put on gold earrings and my hands begin to itch, knowing there is nothing on her body that shows all the dead fucks out there that are going to be lusting for her that she is mine.
I drop my towel and walk behind her. “You look fucking decadent, baby.” I whisper in her ear and lick her neck. My hands slide up her arms and I close my eyes basking in her innate reaction to my touch.
“Thank you,” she says, licking her lips. I turn her to face me and moans when she sees my cock is aiming straight for her cunt.
“Take that fucking dress off baby.” My voice is gruff and hard, my ability to control myself fading.
“What?” she says, not paying attention since her eyes have not left my cock. I stroke it, teasing her, using the drops leaking out of it to make it slick and wet.
“Dress. Off.” I order her. “Take of the fucking dress if you don’t want it destroyed baby.” She looks at me and sees the urgency in my eyes. She pulls it over her head and rubs her thighs together. “On your knees. I have to mark you. You need to smell like me.”
“Oh shit,” she moans and bends down on the floor looking up at me.
“Fuck. Shit. You look so fucking sexy baby, on your knees for me in red lace. This is what the devil went to hell for.” I grip my cock so hard, my face pinches as I stroke it up and down. “Do you see what the hell you are doing to me, Nova. Look at how much he is drooling for you. Lick this shit up.” She blushes, but I see the wanton seductress in her light up. She leans in and when her tongue touches my rod I fall outside of myself. “Christ, you dirty, greedy girl. You like cleaning my jizz, don't you.” She bobs her head up and down, her tongue moving with it. “Suck the head baby. Show him how sorry you are for teasing him.”
“Loe,” she whines like a deprived baby.
“Shut the fuck up. You did this to me. Remember that when you're gagging and drooling all over this lace painted on you.” I slap her in the face with my cock. I don’t give two shits about her makeup. All I care about at this moment is marking her everywhere I can. I want her lips bee stung, face red and dick blushed and her chest will be covered in my natural cologne. Hell her voice being husky from choking on this nine will be an added bonus.
She alternates between licking and sucking the head, over and over before I grab her head. “Open wide and sing my dirty little vixen.” I shove my snake down her throat and watch as her eyes water and nose oozes from the lack of oxygen. “Hum, baby. Sing.” She moans around my cock, the vibrations amazing. My eyes close as my head falls back. “Fuck. Your mouth feels so good wrapped around this beast. Such a small mouth baby. Look at how stretched she is.” her eyes close for a moment before she opens back up and continues to look at me. I let up my grip, giving her a split second of breath before I buck uncontrollably. “Fuck. Fuck.” Pulling from her mouth, I roar as I spray her chest, missing her face. “Shit. Fuck.” I am fucking shaking like a bitch. “Come here baby.” She stands dizzy and flushed. “I love your face like this. Flushed with swollen lips. Let me rub this in. This is your new lotion baby.” She giggles and I can’t help but to kiss her, this beautiful angel that I have been given.
“Whatever you say caveman.” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I have a strong, fleeting moment of guilt at all the secrets but you know what, I would do it again if it brought me to her.
We make it to the club with five minutes to spare and I swear she is floating. We walk hand in hand and I spot her clan across the room. “There they are,” she says, waving, dragging me behind her. I do a quick scan of the club, not noticing anyone who might be from her father. “Everyone, this is Loe. Loe this Fabiola and Kirk, Vanessa and Daniel, and Eva and Wesley.” I shake hands with everyone before pulling up a chair and sitting her in my lap. The table goes eerily quiet and when I look around I see the women beaming from ear to ear and the fellas mugging me. Let them get used to it now. This woman is my life and every chance I get, she is going to be attached to me.