eenage girls.”
“That’s sounds nice. But my question is, do you just throw money at it or do you get involved with the girls yourself? Because to me, that’s giving back.”
“I’ll have you know that I have personally mentored two girls since the program started when they were thirteen; each of whom are in their last year of high school and preparing to go to college, all expenses paid by the foundation, of course.”
Valencia bounced up and straddled his lap.
“Of course.”
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“I’m not such a bad person, am I?”
“No, Vee. You’re not a bad person.”
She began winding her hips. “You mean it?”
“I did save your life.”
“You did, didn’t you.” She kissed him on the cheek. “And I thank you so much for that.” She kissed his other cheek. “And for taking care of my blackmailer and getting my money back.” She kissed his lips gently. “And for doing all you could to take care of my other problem.”
Valencia kissed him, and their tongues became entangled. Geno lifted her hips, Valencia took his length in her hand and guided him inside her. Geno grabbed and squeezed her cheeks to allow Valencia to take all of him into her warmth before he let her hips go and she began to slowly move her body.
She leaned forward, put her arms around Geno’s neck. “I love feeling you inside me,” she said, softly in his ear and their lips met again.
Their kiss was long and passionate, with her grinding her hips into his, him holding on to her tightly, pushing his dick inside in rhythm to match her motion.
“Ooooooooh!” Valencia breathed out when her body started to tremble.
Geno pulled her body up, slid down on the bed and then lowered her to his face. Valencia steadied herself against the wall as he spread her lips with his finger and began making circles around her clit with his tongue, sucking her moist lips gently. He felt her body quivering when he trapped her clit between his teeth and sucked gently. Geno slid his tongue inside her and moved it in and out slowly, and gently. “Yes, yes!” she moaned.
Geno spread her lips and began tonguing her clit, flicking it over and over until Valencia thought she saw stars. Her nipples grew harder every time they bumped against the headboard, her thighs began to shudder and shake. Valencia’s mouth fell open and her bottom lip began to tremble. Geno ran his tongue along the length of her lips, before easing her clit back in his mouth, gently sucking on it making her explode.
“What can I tell you, I’m greedy.”
Chapter Twenty-four
“Yes, hello. What did you say your name was?”
“Monique, ma’am.”
“Well, good morning, Monique. I would like to order room service for two.”
“Yes, ma’am. What can I get for you?”
“What time do you stop serving breakfast?”
“At noon.”
“Excellent,” she said, noting that it was a quarter until noon. “I’d like your fresh juice of the day.”
“Orange or grapefruit?”
Valencia looked at Geno. “Orange or grapefruit?”
“Orange, please … and the seasonal fresh fruit,” he said, pointing to it on the menu.
“We’ll have orange juice and the seasonal fresh fruit.”