For lunch, Jade put together the best grilled cheese sandwiches I’d ever tasted. Where I just put slices of cheese between bread and browned them in butter, she’d mixed together a mixture of softened cream cheese, mozzarella, cheddar, garlic, and several herbs. She stuffed that into huge crusty slices of French bread and made some homemade chips.
Jade was certainly wife material. After Amber, I knew the difference.
My cock remained hard the whole meal.
Unfortunately, I had several meetings that afternoon or Jade would’ve been bent over the counter and seriously fucked the rest of the day.
Zora’s show came on later. Every few minutes, I checked the screen, slowing getting caught up in the damn show. Although Crystal knew that Blake was really alive, the rest of the town assumed he was still dead. A police investigation had begun. They suspected Crystal for his murder but had not arrested her. Meanwhile, her daughter Selene started dating the local detective assigned to the case. I was starting to see why Zora liked the damn show. Although completely over-the-top and ridiculous, it was hard to look away.
The end of the day came too soon.
By the time I hopped out of the chair, the sun had already set outside. The TV was still on, but Jade was no longer on the couch. I found her in the bedroom. Zora named her lounge chair near the balcony, Nooky. There, she enjoyed reading books and eating cookies. And now Jade rested there, looking delicious. She only wore a small white top and a thin thong.
Looks like someone wants to be fucked this evening.
I prowled her way. “What are you doing?”
“Being super productive.” She glanced over her phone at me. “Basically, I’m looking at memes and laughing.”
I got behind the chair and leaned her way. “Show me some.”
“Check this out.”
I looked at an image of a man throwing the year 2020 in the trash can. “Ouch.”
She chuckled.
I leaned closer. “I actually disagree with him throwing 2020 in the trash.”
“Why?”
“Currently, I’m enjoying 2020. It’s the year I began to fall for you.”
Jade turned around and looked at me. “Damn. That’s a good point. I agree.”
“Of course you agree. You started a love affair with an amazing man in 2020.”
“He’s also a little narcissistic too.”
“Just a little.” I landed a kiss on her cheek and then joked, “We’ll be telling our kids about this.”
She widened her eyes.
“It’s just a joke.”
She blinked. “I’m not scared of what you said. I’m just shocked you said it.”
“Why’s that, princess?”
“I didn’t think you were interested in having kids.”
“Please. You think my mother will let that slide?”
She grinned. “No.”
“Regardless of my mother’s demands, I would love children. How about you?”
“I do, but in the future. I’ve just stopped struggling as an artist. I would like to bask in that comfort and continue to fatten my bank account.”
“That’s too responsible.” I wagged my finger at her. “Just marry a rich guy. It’s easier.”
She smirked and returned to her phone. “Do you know any single rich guy on the market?”
“I do, but even if I didn’t. It doesn’t matter. I own every part of you now. I’m the only rich guy you can focus on.”
“Did we actually agree on you owning me?”
“We did. In fact, you moaned yes over and over.”
“I think a lawyer would say that you were using your cock to lock me in a long-term deal. That could be a breach of contract.”
“Or breach of cock.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Let me show you.” I took her phone and set it on the floor.
“What are you doing, Mr. Patel?”
“What am I doing?” Still behind the chair, I leaned further over and slipped my hand down her body. “Reviewing my newly owned pussy.”
“Mmmm.” She spread her legs open.
I kissed her cheek and then landed kisses down her neck. “You don’t mind if I have a look?”
“No, sir.”
“Lift up your shirt. I want to see those pretty nipples. Already, they’re stiff and ready for a lick.”
Her voice went low with hunger. “Yes, sir.”
“Hmmm. I like it when you say ‘sir.’”
She giggled. “You would.”
I moved the thong aside, exposing her bare pussy to me.
“Oh, Kamal.”I strummed her pussy until she orgasmed. My cock jerked and hardened, yearning to be inside of her. But I didn’t allow myself that pleasure. I wanted to learn about what made her body explode. What part of her pussy did she like touched? How many fingers made her arch her back?
I got in front of her, lowered to my knees, and spread her legs wider, lapping at that lovely clit. And it was all a study of her. What types of licks made her moan? Which ones made her dig her feet into my back and scream my name?
So wet, she dripped all over the lounge chair. Before my sister returned, we would have to replace a lot of her furniture. Half of this stuff I wanted in my condo. They all held our scent of sex. And our memories were imprinted in the fabric. Our sounds of desire stained the wood. Our loving energy saturated the frames.