could attend the shopping spree we were on. Though she and Courtney refused to ride with him, he followed close behind Courtney’s BMW, and I could see him walking back and forth past the Akira window.
“Honestly, I can’t say,” I told Tanisha. “When I first met him, it seemed like he was into a few dangerous things, but as the years went by, it was obvious that he had other men that got their hands dirty, if necessary. He runs a pretty tight ship. If there are any threats, robberies, or anything, he doesn’t tell me about it.” Then I sighed. “But he is Rocco de Michele. He’s rich and he’s feared. You don’t have to piss somebody off to make them want to get rid of someone like that.”
****
“Thank you, Teddie. I have it from here.”
Since he knew that Roc was inside, he allowed me inside of my home alone and closed the door, to unload my many Akira bags in the foyer. I couldn’t figure out which was more stressful; dodging bullets or having Teddie’s scary ass constantly on my tail. Yet, I knew that Roc felt safest when either he or his henchmen had me in their eyesight, so, with all that had been going on, I obliged.
Daddy was in the living room, nursing a glass of Cognac, staring blankly at the television. When he saw me coming in, the once stern and calculating look on his face evaporated and a loving, caring man appeared. I wanted to pry into all of the secret conversations that he was having last night, but I didn’t want to stress him out further with my women’s intuition. I kicked my pumps off on my way to him and my lips found his immediately.
“Hi, Daddy.”
With those words, I saw his body relax as if it hadn’t all day. “Hey, Baby.”
Instead of causing us both more stress by talking about the obvious, I opted to sit on the floor between his legs and tell him about my day as he played in my hair. But his strong fingers could only play in my curls for so long before my body began to leak out of the seat of my thongs and onto the seams of my skinny jeans. Eager to make our stress go away, I turned around on my knees, as he made casual conversation about having dinner with Gabe and Tanisha soon, and began to rub his length that was already somewhat erect underneath the shorts that he was wearing.
Adorning an amused and erotic grin, he asked, “What are you doing, Baby?”
I matched his smirk. “What do you think?”
Without additional words he sat his glass on the end table. However, instead of allowing me to please him as I wished, he stood and sat me on the couch. Now kneeling before me, he pushed my sundress up to my waist and began to massage my already pulsating mound.
Instantly, my head rested back on the couch with my eyes closed, anticipating the moment that his mouth met my pussy. He adjusted my legs on his shoulder and began to slowly kiss me from my knees to the most sensitive part of my inner thighs. On each leg he did that, teasing me with deep, sensual tongue kisses. He was enjoying this erotic, passionate torment. I lifted my head and saw his devilish smile as he explored every part of my lower body with his lips and tongue, except the eager pussy that awaited him. He was in total control, and he knew it. His movements were incredible and erotic. I ached for him to bury his head between my legs and devour the moisture that was flowing from my pussy.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Please, Daddy.” The anticipating and taunting was killing me.
“Please what, Baby?”
His constant control has always left me speechless as I felt his tongue near my overflowing mound close enough that I felt the hairs of his beard, and then move away, awaiting my answer.
“Please taste me.”
His smile vanished and his beast appeared. With agonizing slowness, he lowered his head until I could feel his breath on my clit. It was pure, erotic torture, so I thrust my hips to meet his lips, and he growled into my cove.
“That’s it, Baby. Feed me that pussy.” With one arm
“Honestly, I can’t say,” I told Tanisha. “When I first met him, it seemed like he was into a few dangerous things, but as the years went by, it was obvious that he had other men that got their hands dirty, if necessary. He runs a pretty tight ship. If there are any threats, robberies, or anything, he doesn’t tell me about it.” Then I sighed. “But he is Rocco de Michele. He’s rich and he’s feared. You don’t have to piss somebody off to make them want to get rid of someone like that.”
****
“Thank you, Teddie. I have it from here.”
Since he knew that Roc was inside, he allowed me inside of my home alone and closed the door, to unload my many Akira bags in the foyer. I couldn’t figure out which was more stressful; dodging bullets or having Teddie’s scary ass constantly on my tail. Yet, I knew that Roc felt safest when either he or his henchmen had me in their eyesight, so, with all that had been going on, I obliged.
Daddy was in the living room, nursing a glass of Cognac, staring blankly at the television. When he saw me coming in, the once stern and calculating look on his face evaporated and a loving, caring man appeared. I wanted to pry into all of the secret conversations that he was having last night, but I didn’t want to stress him out further with my women’s intuition. I kicked my pumps off on my way to him and my lips found his immediately.
“Hi, Daddy.”
With those words, I saw his body relax as if it hadn’t all day. “Hey, Baby.”
Instead of causing us both more stress by talking about the obvious, I opted to sit on the floor between his legs and tell him about my day as he played in my hair. But his strong fingers could only play in my curls for so long before my body began to leak out of the seat of my thongs and onto the seams of my skinny jeans. Eager to make our stress go away, I turned around on my knees, as he made casual conversation about having dinner with Gabe and Tanisha soon, and began to rub his length that was already somewhat erect underneath the shorts that he was wearing.
Adorning an amused and erotic grin, he asked, “What are you doing, Baby?”
I matched his smirk. “What do you think?”
Without additional words he sat his glass on the end table. However, instead of allowing me to please him as I wished, he stood and sat me on the couch. Now kneeling before me, he pushed my sundress up to my waist and began to massage my already pulsating mound.
Instantly, my head rested back on the couch with my eyes closed, anticipating the moment that his mouth met my pussy. He adjusted my legs on his shoulder and began to slowly kiss me from my knees to the most sensitive part of my inner thighs. On each leg he did that, teasing me with deep, sensual tongue kisses. He was enjoying this erotic, passionate torment. I lifted my head and saw his devilish smile as he explored every part of my lower body with his lips and tongue, except the eager pussy that awaited him. He was in total control, and he knew it. His movements were incredible and erotic. I ached for him to bury his head between my legs and devour the moisture that was flowing from my pussy.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Please, Daddy.” The anticipating and taunting was killing me.
“Please what, Baby?”
His constant control has always left me speechless as I felt his tongue near my overflowing mound close enough that I felt the hairs of his beard, and then move away, awaiting my answer.
“Please taste me.”
His smile vanished and his beast appeared. With agonizing slowness, he lowered his head until I could feel his breath on my clit. It was pure, erotic torture, so I thrust my hips to meet his lips, and he growled into my cove.
“That’s it, Baby. Feed me that pussy.” With one arm
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