he motioned his finger for me to come to him.
As I took slow, sexy steps toward him I unclasped my bra exposing myself for his liking. I stopped a few feet away. “Strip,” I smirked.
“What?” he chuckled. His cheeks were turning red.
“Are you embarrassed, Mr. Jackson?” I raised my brows, totally enjoying his bashfulness. “Strip,” I said again.
He quickly took his navy blue t-shirt that clung to the muscles of his biceps and chest off, letting it hang on his fingertips for only a moment before he let it fall to the floor.
I eyed his chest, biting my bottom lip. His pecks twitched. “Pants,” I breathed.
“As you wish,” he smiled, unbuckling his belt. He then unbuttoned his faded blue jeans, letting them fall around his ankles.
I finally took him in, all of him. From his luscious sex lines to his abs, up his chest, then across his shoulders and down his arms. Each part which were full of bright colored ink. Sporadically through the spiraled color of the skulls, roses, and guns were poker cards and dice. Though, the tattoo that stuck out the most was of the same baby blue bird he had inked upon my shoulder blade was underneath his right collarbone. A matching red bird underneath his left. In between the birds words were scripted; free from our past, together. I gasped thinking back remembering that day in his shop like it were yesterday.
I had joked around telling him he should get the same tattoo because there was nothing in the world better than being free as a bird. That we should be free from our past, together. The last several times we had been naked together, I never took the time to notice this tattoo, or any of them for that matter.
“Free from our past…” I pointed to the two birds. “together,” I started to cry. The red bird was holding a rose in it's beak, and the baby blue bird was holding a lily. It was by far the sexiest yet romantic gesture I had ever seen. I took a few steps closer, tracing my fingertips across the letters.
“With you, I am free,” he whispered against my lips. “The only time in my life I am clear headed and don’t think about anything and everything is when I am with you. You free me, Harlow Jean,” He used his thumbs to gently wipe the tears from my cheeks.
I sobbed, pressing my lips wanting to share with him my happiness. He placed his strong hands across my back, holding me tightly against him. I opened my mouth letting his tongue caress mine making all of my senses explode within me, soaking my panties with heated passion and desire.
Vice turned our bodies placing me on my back gently upon his bed. I scooted against his pillows, not breaking our kiss even once. I spread my legs farther open, welcoming his presence above me. He sat up, cupping my breasts in his hands taking each nipple into his mouth. He caressed one after another with his tongue, I was writhing underneath his touch.
“I love you,” he whispered against my chest, his breath sweeping across my wet nipple making me moan.
“I love you, too, Vice,” I breathed out.
He sat upon his knees, reaching into the open suitcase. He held two bundles of cash in each hand, ripping the paper around them off.
“Ready?” he smiled.
“As I’ll ever be… Shower me, baby,” I laughed aloud.
He threw the money in the air, then more and more. I reached my hands high, laughing as the money tickled my skin, it was falling all around me. I watched the many faces of Benjamin Franklin, and multiple structures of the Independence Hall flip wildly matching the beat of my heart.
I felt Vice’s stare on me. I lowered my hands, making eye contact with the sexiest set of brown eyes I had ever seen. For the first time in years, I could actually feel that someone loved me… I could see it.
Chapter Seven
Vice
There was nothing more that could make my dick hard other than being between Harlow’s legs while at the same time we were swimming in a sea of a half a million dollars. Money has never been
As I took slow, sexy steps toward him I unclasped my bra exposing myself for his liking. I stopped a few feet away. “Strip,” I smirked.
“What?” he chuckled. His cheeks were turning red.
“Are you embarrassed, Mr. Jackson?” I raised my brows, totally enjoying his bashfulness. “Strip,” I said again.
He quickly took his navy blue t-shirt that clung to the muscles of his biceps and chest off, letting it hang on his fingertips for only a moment before he let it fall to the floor.
I eyed his chest, biting my bottom lip. His pecks twitched. “Pants,” I breathed.
“As you wish,” he smiled, unbuckling his belt. He then unbuttoned his faded blue jeans, letting them fall around his ankles.
I finally took him in, all of him. From his luscious sex lines to his abs, up his chest, then across his shoulders and down his arms. Each part which were full of bright colored ink. Sporadically through the spiraled color of the skulls, roses, and guns were poker cards and dice. Though, the tattoo that stuck out the most was of the same baby blue bird he had inked upon my shoulder blade was underneath his right collarbone. A matching red bird underneath his left. In between the birds words were scripted; free from our past, together. I gasped thinking back remembering that day in his shop like it were yesterday.
I had joked around telling him he should get the same tattoo because there was nothing in the world better than being free as a bird. That we should be free from our past, together. The last several times we had been naked together, I never took the time to notice this tattoo, or any of them for that matter.
“Free from our past…” I pointed to the two birds. “together,” I started to cry. The red bird was holding a rose in it's beak, and the baby blue bird was holding a lily. It was by far the sexiest yet romantic gesture I had ever seen. I took a few steps closer, tracing my fingertips across the letters.
“With you, I am free,” he whispered against my lips. “The only time in my life I am clear headed and don’t think about anything and everything is when I am with you. You free me, Harlow Jean,” He used his thumbs to gently wipe the tears from my cheeks.
I sobbed, pressing my lips wanting to share with him my happiness. He placed his strong hands across my back, holding me tightly against him. I opened my mouth letting his tongue caress mine making all of my senses explode within me, soaking my panties with heated passion and desire.
Vice turned our bodies placing me on my back gently upon his bed. I scooted against his pillows, not breaking our kiss even once. I spread my legs farther open, welcoming his presence above me. He sat up, cupping my breasts in his hands taking each nipple into his mouth. He caressed one after another with his tongue, I was writhing underneath his touch.
“I love you,” he whispered against my chest, his breath sweeping across my wet nipple making me moan.
“I love you, too, Vice,” I breathed out.
He sat upon his knees, reaching into the open suitcase. He held two bundles of cash in each hand, ripping the paper around them off.
“Ready?” he smiled.
“As I’ll ever be… Shower me, baby,” I laughed aloud.
He threw the money in the air, then more and more. I reached my hands high, laughing as the money tickled my skin, it was falling all around me. I watched the many faces of Benjamin Franklin, and multiple structures of the Independence Hall flip wildly matching the beat of my heart.
I felt Vice’s stare on me. I lowered my hands, making eye contact with the sexiest set of brown eyes I had ever seen. For the first time in years, I could actually feel that someone loved me… I could see it.
Chapter Seven
Vice
There was nothing more that could make my dick hard other than being between Harlow’s legs while at the same time we were swimming in a sea of a half a million dollars. Money has never been
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