46.

Damien

I stood outside the door of her apartment with a gift bag in my hand. I had gotten the perfume, just like Charles had said. My palms were sweaty, I had not fully prepared to see her.




“Just in and out, Damien. Give her the gift bag, don’t go inside.”




I walked to the door and knocked. I hear footsteps coming and the door opens. The first thing I notice is her thick thighs, her smooth, thick mocha thighs.




Concentrate.




“Hey Chantel, I hope I didn’t come at a bad time,” I say with a smile.




Her curly hair was in a messy bun, and she was in a tank top, with no bra, shorts, and no makeup.




“Hey Damien, no you didn’t. How can I help you?”




I hold the gift bag in front of me, “I brought you a gift, from Charles and me to say thank you,”




I hand her the bag and she gives me a wide grin; she pulls out the small perfume box and squeals.




“You guys, you didn’t have to. I love it. How did you know that I wanted this,”




I put my hands in my pockets and chuckle, “Charles told me,”




She puts it back in the box and looks at me with her beautiful smile.




“Thank you, and you didn’t have to come all the way here to give it to me, you know. You could have had it delivered,” she says nervously.




“I know, but Charles insisted, I bring it here myself,”




Liar, liar, pants on fire.




“Oh, okay,” she says, “Dammit, where are my manners, would you like to come in? I was just about to make lunch?”




I shake my head, “No, I’m good, but thank you for the offer, I have to get ready to leave.”




“Nikki called and said you were leaving to go back home tonight,” she says in disappointment.




“But we’ll be back as soon as possible, for Aiden’s sentencing plus Nikki’s lobola and everything.”




“Of course, well, travel safe and I’ll see you when you get back,”




I purse my lips and nod; she turns around and walks back into the house. I watched as her ass, jiggled as she walked. She knew what she was doing, and she was doing it well, she was winning.




I walked to the door and put my foot in the door to stop it from closing. She peeks out the door, I push the door open, step inside, close the door and pin her to the wall, with my hand gently around her neck.




“You fucking vixen,” and I smash my lips against hers.




“This is wrong,” she says in between kisses.




“But it feels so good,” I whisper into her ear, and I bite on it, and she moans.




“You like that baby girl,”




I lift her and she wraps her legs around me. She starts moving from my lips to my neck and she gets to that sweet spot on my neck, and I let out a growl and that only makes her suck on it harder. I grip her ass. I move us to her red velvet couch that we first made love on, and I lay her down.




I take my jacket off and throw it on the floor, and I watch as she undresses, the way her titties bounced as they came out of her tank top. I couldn’t wait to have those titties in my mouth.




Damien, stop, you need to stop.




“Fuck, I can’t.”




This is the last time you’re going to see her, enjoy it.




“Can’t what?”




“Can’t wait to be buried inside that tight pussy of yours,” I smirk and gives myself a cheeky smirk.

She pulls down her shorts, revealing her bare ass and I see her dripping wet core and my mouth waters.




I take my jeans and boxers off and out springs my manhood ready to be embraced by her warm haven.




“Ass up baby girl,”




She leans over the back rest of the couch and puts her ass in the air, I spank it. I line myself up behind her, putting my hands on either side of her waist and slowly slipping inside her with ease.




“Holy crap, that feels good,” I moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her.




Her moans start quiet and I pick up the pace, they get louder, and the profanities start spilling out of her mouth, but that doesn’t stop her from begging for more. The sound of her ass clapping against my skin and our profanities fill the room, and that only turns me on more.




“Damien, harder,” she begs, as she holds on to my hand, sinking her manicured nails into my wrist.




“I’m close,” I moan, and she replies, me too.




She tightens herself around me and I lose it, feeling my balls tighten and my muscles cramping. I pull her into my chest, take both her hands and hold them in a tight grip behind her.




I lean into her ear and bite it, “Cum for daddy,”




And she screams my name as she comes undone, her body begins to shake but I hold on tight as I release myself into her, thrusting deep and hard into her until there is nothing left. I let go of her arms and she flops over her couch. I slowly pull out her and our juices spill out of her, I bend down and I lick her kitty clean.




“We taste good,”




She giggles, “You play too much,”




She turns around, and I pull her in for a kiss and she moans.




She pulls away and gives me a smirk, “You’re right, we do taste good together.”




We both put our clothes back on and she walks me to the door.




“Thank you for the gift,” she says as she leans on her door frame.




I wink, “Any time, and thank you for lunch.”




She blushes and shakes her head, “Travel safe and I’ll see you soon.”




I give her a kiss on the cheek, “Bye baby girl.”




And I walk away, without an ounce of guilt.