Aquarian

Grasping your wrist, he pulls you back into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot before caging you against it with his body, towering over you as you struggle, albeit a little weakly.

"Manny! Let go of me!"

He tuts, cocking his head, reaching with his other hand to flick the hair from the side of your neck. "But you don't want me to."

"I do!"

He stares incredulously, kissing your throat, his deep, husky voice rumbling out one word that tears a shiver through you. "Liar." Reaching beneath your dress, his hand grasps your underwear, your attempt to fight him off thwarted by him taking your arm and bringing it up to join the other above your head, his big hand closing around both wrists before he reaches again, tearing the flimsy garment from you, mouth laying kisses edged in fire and honey to your neck as you continue to struggle.

"Give up, baby. You always do," he chuckles darkly, nipping your earlobe while beginning to unfasten his jeans. "You want this, you know you do. Ain't no other cock out there that makes you feel like mine does, is there?"

"Stop it, we can't," you protest, his mouth meeting yours. Of course, despite your words, you kiss him back in an instant.

"Ain't nobody out there telling us what we can or can't do, not even him. Does he make you feel as good as I do? I bet he doesn’t, that’s why you keep coming back to me.” 

And it's the undeniable truth that pulls you back every time, your ex-husband freeing his cock, lifting you up, and dropping you straight down upon it, before fucking you wildly against his lounge door. It's because he's right; no one else feels like him.

Usually, when he arrives home in the dead of night, he tries not to wake you from your slumber. Knowing that it's Sunday and you have no work to attend, tonight is not one of those times.

"You all warm, gorgeous and naked under those blankets, mamas?" he asks after entering the bedroom, beginning to strip off. The sight of it, his body bathed in the blue hue from the full moon shining in through the thin fabric of the voiles is an utter delight for your eyes, taking in the chiselled muscles, the dark happy trail, the smattering of tattoos and last, but by no means least, the long, thick, perfect cock.

"Of course, I am."

He climbs onto the foot of the bed, whisking the blanket back, a little grunt of approval echoing in his throat as you sit up and greet him with smouldering kisses. "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, huh? I missed you, baby. Now, lie back and let me show you how much.” 

Your back hits the mattress again at speed, Manny chuckling, his hands grasping your knees and parting your legs, manoeuvring his long body between them. His tongue takes a tour of your navel, biting softly, that hint of teeth causing your pulse to race, sparking for him already, his lips dragging kisses of syrupy sin over your skin as he lowers. "Damn, all I've been able to think about all fucking day is having a mouthful of you."

And a mouthful is exactly what he takes, after his tongue runs through your folds like a hot, velvet blade, the pleasure cutting you right your marrow, his mouth closing over your folds to suck at you like a man half-starved, groaning at the feel, the smell, the heat and the taste of your upon his tongue.

“You look hella bored in there, bella. Why’d you come here if you didn’t want to.” Standing there watching the trees sway, the night breeze did nothing to cool you down. He definitely is not afraid of eye contact.

“Family obligation…and as thanks to you and your brothers, of course.”

“So, you wanna thank me?” His voice rumbled out even grittier than his already low rasping pitch. The insinuation hitting you right in the core. Do not faint! “You could always show me the house.”

You huff out a laugh, not trusting your mouth to come up with anything coherent to say, downing your drink to buy you some time.

“Alright then,” his head dropped down hiding his smile at your obvious indecision. “just tell me where the bathroom is.”

It was like his voice was vibrating around your ear before the words actually made it inside for comprehension. Christ! Speak idiot! You have no idea how long you paused before answering but it was long enough for his deadly smile to widen into a full sexy ass grin. “Straight through those doors, second right, end of the hallway.”

Manny looked the way you pointed but didn’t move. Swinging his head back around to you, he flicked his gaze over you. “Thanks, mami.”

Two shots and three boring conversations later there was no sign of the man who made your entire body sit up and beg like a show dog. You couldn’t stop your feet from heading toward the hallway you’d sent him down. His voice behind you, gravelly and smooth, hit the back of your neck like a kiss, “Lookin for me?”

Spinning around you had to stop yourself from staring. How was he more beautiful now than just minutes before? “What are you doing?”

“Why? You miss me?”

“You were gone a while I thought--,”

“Told you I wanted to see the house.” With his hands stuffed casually in his pockets he steps back through the double doors of the room he came from, “This is niiiiice.”

You follow him into your brother’s library, leaving the door open but Manny turns on his heel and stalks back toward you. You are caught up in brown eyes that seemed to be eternally amused by you, the lazy lopsided smirk, the tongue that flicks over his lips, wetting them again and again. Frozen by the way his nostrils flare when he looks you over, like an animal surveying its prey. You step backwards until your back is against the door and he quietly closes the other.

He wasn’t touching you but his nearness pinned you in place. Leaning close, he kisses your cheek, murmuring, “one word and I'm yours; you know it.” 

Your sharp intake of breath was met with his chuckle and pressing a kiss your other cheek, he asked, “You want to go back to the party? Hmmm? That what you want?”

“No.”

His mouth is on yours before you finish the single-word sentence. There is nothing gentle or tender about his approach, it is an aggressive meeting of lips that causes your head to bump into the door the behind you. A slashing of tongues complete with a full body press, leaving you breathless and clinging to him with his cut in your fists.

Manny pulled back to see the arousal that softened your face and plumped your lips, one side of his mouth curling up into a smirk. “Damn girl, you look like you liked that.”

The flick of his tongue over the outer curve of your ear draws a whimper out of you. “Don’t worry, bella. I won’t leave a mark on you.”

You can hardly breath through the teasing licks his tongue drags along your neck, the open mouthed kisses that never deeply suck, no matter how much you arch out for more. His teeth grazing but never actually biting you, send explosions of tingles through your body. His fingertips dragging up the tops of your thighs, his hands pulling up your dress inch by inch until it rests on your hips. Pulling it down your shoulders enough to nip at your nipples through your bra. Manny is sinking to his knees lapping and mouthing your skin the whole way down, using everything he has to break you down - his short clipped fingernails, even the stubbly hair on his head. Gripping your butt to hold you firmly in place, he works his craft to your gasps and moans. Him trailing his thin mustache across the dip of your belly button almost collapses you to the floor.

Oh no. 

Manny presses his face into your vee with his mouth open wide, his hot breath heating up every inch of you. Hooking his arm behind your knee, he brings your leg up and over his shoulder, tonguing you through your panties. With his shoulder jammed under your thigh, his hands lock on your hips and there is no escape. His face is burrowing deeper, his tongue probing, driving you insane but not giving you enough to take you over the edge. Pulling back he looks up and winks, yanking on one side to rip your panties apart. You don’t have time to register that he just ruined your undergarment because his tongue is on you now. Long, soft licks that set you to trembling and whimpering in seconds.

“Manny, please,” you whisper. “Away from the door! Please!”

“Oh, you don’t want nobody to hear you, bella?” His look up at you from under those eyelashes, the most devious look forming on his face is twisting your core even tighter. You feel the slow lick he gives his lips as if his mouth was still on you.

“Think they’ll hear you if I spread your wings like a mariposa and suck you dry?” (butterfly) 

Lost in his eyes looking up at you, you feel him opening you up with two slim fingers and panic. Desperately trying to close your thighs on his hand and bring your leg down, you plead, “Please, Manny! Wait! Don’t--,” 

Manny wiped his mouth and stood up in front of you taking a step back. “What else you want, princesa?” Pulling up his shirt to show you his trim waist and taut abs, he mumured. “You wanna touch this?” 

Struck dumb you just nod watching him strip off his cut and hang it on the doorknob. Tossing his shirt aside, he takes your hands and drags them down his chest, cocking his head to the side.

“What else, huh? You wanna be outta that dress?” Again, all you can manage is a nod. “Turn around let me do it right.” 

With you facing the door, Manny presses against your back grinding his hard-on into you, lifting a fistful of your hair to kiss the back of your neck, while he unzips you.

“Oh god…god.”

“Mmmm,” he chuckles dark and low, “You don’t want him to see you like this.”

Your dress drops to the floor and he turns you around, his kiss melting any reservations you had left - his tongue still tastes like the whiskey he was sipping and you as well. He unfastens his pants while his kiss disarms you, he doesn’t have to guide your hand you’re already there, gripping and stroking him, loving his stuttered breath blasting down your throat. 

“Feel that? You did that shit. You.”

He pulls your hand away, dips his knees and targets himself up into you while lifting your leg to his waist. Caught off guard, you inhale all the air in the room but he covers your mouth before you can release the scream making its way up from your center and out of your lungs. You open your eyes to his dark ones, “Shhhh…you got guests out there, bella.”

Two more strokes is all he gives you before rumbling into your neck,“You betta hang on.”

You wrap your arms and legs around him finding that throat tattoo under your tongue licking and biting, your hips moving out of sheer need. He walks over to the couch and lays you down, stroking deep as soon as your back hits the cushion.

“Yeah…better,” he groans out. Brushing back your hair, he studies your face then scans down further to your breasts that he has yet to fully sample. “Let me see em.” 

Your ability to say no left you quite some time ago so you unfasten your bra, feeling new heat flush your face. Is it possible to be shy while he's inside you? His approving stare feels like pin pricks across your skin. He licks his lips and brings his eyes back up to yours, “You look so beautiful under me like that.” 

Locking his lips on one hardened peak, he returns to the torturous slow strokes drawing high moans out of you. Rapid tiny bites on your nipples raises the volume of your cries, which raises his head again with a curl to his lips.

“Damn, you sound even better. Just like that. Let me hear you, mami.” 

You bite down on your lip to contain a whimper and he quickly corrects you. “Nah, you cain’t be holding out on me. I said, let me hear you.” 

He licks his fingers and finds your clit, circling and stroking. Your brain goes on tilt, your gasping cries immediately fill the room. Unconsciously, you’re pushing away from him, from the sensations, from the suffocating heat settling on your skin. Your attempt to flee slides you up the couch but he chases you until the armrest leaves you with no where else to go. Chuckling into your neck, this man has the nerve to ask, “How you gonna run when you taking my dick wit' you, baby?” 

Oh my god this man. This is it. This is how you die.

Stroking deep, smothering your cries with kisses, he groans your name like a confession. “Fuuuuck, you feel good.”

Folding both your legs up onto his shoulder with ankles crossed for the tightest drag on his dick, he looks you dead in the eye and tells you as casually as anyone else would say pass the salt… 

“Okay, mami. Imma fuck you now.”

- fin -

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Grasping your wrist, he pulls you back into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot before caging you against it with his body, towering over you as you struggle, albeit a little weakly.

"Manny! Let go of me!"

He tuts, cocking his head, reaching with his other hand to flick the hair from the side of your neck. "But you don't want me to."

"I do!"

He stares incredulously, kissing your throat, his deep, husky voice rumbling out one word that tears a shiver through you. "Liar." Reaching beneath your dress, his hand grasps your underwear, your attempt to fight him off thwarted by him taking your arm and bringing it up to join the other above your head, his big hand closing around both wrists before he reaches again, tearing the flimsy garment from you, mouth laying kisses edged in fire and honey to your neck as you continue to struggle.

"Give up, baby. You always do," he chuckles darkly, nipping your earlobe while beginning to unfasten his jeans. "You want this, you know you do. Ain't no other cock out there that makes you feel like mine does, is there?"

"Stop it, we can't," you protest, his mouth meeting yours. Of course, despite your words, you kiss him back in an instant.

"Ain't nobody out there telling us what we can or can't do, not even him. Does he make you feel as good as I do? I bet he doesn’t, that’s why you keep coming back to me.” 

And it's the undeniable truth that pulls you back every time, your ex-husband freeing his cock, lifting you up, and dropping you straight down upon it, before fucking you wildly against his lounge door. It's because he's right; no one else feels like him.

"Baby!" You call from the top of the stairs. "How are we for time?"

"Fine," Manny hollers back, sipping his coffee. "You're actually running early for once, we don't have to leave for another half hour."

"Alright, I'm just finishing my hair!"

He snorts. "I've heard that before, mamas."

"No, really! I'm almost done!" you assure him. "How you feeling about the suit now?"

"Pissed off."

"Still?"

"Oh, yeah." Sticking an outlaw in a suit, whose daily uniform is flannel, denim, and leather, is like putting a polar bear in the middle of Manhattan. It looks hugely out of place, and is nothing but angry about it. Your sister insisted, though, and it is her wedding you're about to leave for.

Finishing the last curl in your hair, you fix it with spray and then give your tresses a good shake, switching off the curling iron and sliding your feet into your shoes, spritzing some perfume on before heading downstairs.

"Woah," you begin, walking in to see your boyfriend, looking criminally good, wearing a black suit with a dark red shirt. "You look fucking gorgeous, even more so than usual." He grins, making your insides clench pleasantly. "Where's your tie, though?"

He snorts, rolling his eyes. "Your sister can suck my fucking balls, man. I ain't wearing no goddamned noose!" It was a big enough ask to get him into a suit in the first place, you suppose. "But, I gotta say, that dress on you, damn. You ain't suppose to look hotter than the bride, you know."

He reaches to smooth his hands over your curves, making an appreciative noise in his throat, moving your hair to kiss the side of your neck. You give him a kiss before sitting down, leaving him standing there, staring at you with a wide grin.

"We got some time to kill."

"We do, yes."

“If you don’t get on me in five seconds, I’m coming over there to get on you.” 

You snort with laughter, Manny's grin growing. "You'll wrinkle my dress."

"Alright." Moving to the armchair, he sits down, undoing his pants and pulling out his long, thick cock. You feel quite flattered, that he grew an erection that stiff at just the sight of you. "Then hitch up your dress and come get on this, then."

You saunter over, climbing astride him after pulling your dress up to bunch at your waist, your lips meeting in a heated kiss, pulling back and pushing his fingers against your lips. "Get 'em wet, baby." You suck them into the heat of your mouth, eyes fixing on his, Manny pulling his hand away again, biting his lip with a smirk before moving your thong to the side, pushing those two long, wet fingers inside you.

Your lips part on a gasp, your hand curling around his cock and giving him a firm upward tug, forcing a grunt from his chest, his eyes closing as you lean down and kiss him torridly. The drag of his fingers has your walls twitching and slicking to his touch rapidly, panting against his tongue as you share hot, smoky kisses, your body smouldering for him as you remove his hand and slip down onto his cock with a soft mewl.

"So, baby doll. You ready for your present?"

You look at Rio a little quizzically as you shut the door to his open plan apartment behind you, walking over to where he stands, the weight of the diamond bracelet you thought was your sole birthday gift tugging at your wrist. You shudder to think how many tens of thousands of dollars he paid for it. Then again, he's a gangster. He can afford it. "I have another one?"

He hums softly, reaching to unzip your dress, letting it fall into an expensive puddle of red fabric at your feet. "Of course. It'll be fun, seeing how well you handle it."

His grin is all lascivious mirth as he eyes you intently, sweeping your hair from your neck, laying kisses of pure heat at the side of your throat while you begin to unbutton his shirt.

You giggle softly, stroking his bare arms, your nails making his skin break out into goosepimples. "Don't I always handle the absolute railing you give me, though?"

He rumbles a chuckle, looking down at you, licking his top lip, his face a picture of wicked mirth. “Oh, I know you can handle me, baby, but can you take him on, too?”

Him? What him?

"Evening, sweetheart." Out from the shadows walks a man, one who you've never met before, but who has a face you recognise instantly. Oh, no. He did not...

You're stunned. "Seriously?"

Rio laughs softly, gesturing to the other guy with an outstretched hand. "Allow me to introduce you to Manny, the twin you've heard about, but ain't met yet."

Indeed you have heard about Rio's twin brother, an outlaw who lives down in Arizona, the carbon copy of your boyfriend offering his hand. You shake it, Manny then pulling you close, lifting your chin to place a kiss upon your lips, his brother beginning to leave a trail of kisses up your spine.

"I think she approves of the double trouble, bro," Manny hums, while your hands stroke his chest, beginning to shed him of his clothes.

Rio slips a hand into your undies, his fingers greeted by wet velvet. "Yeah, she definitely does." With his hand rubbing at you until you moan, Manny removing your bra and giving your tits some heavenly attention with his mouth, you can't help but agree. Even more so when they move you to the bed, Rio beginning to thoroughly tongue fuck you, while Manny does such a thorough job of sucking your tits, you feel as if you could cum from just that alone.

Two of the same, and you get them all night long. Happy birthday to you, baby.

A/N - I might have to make this a full length one shot one day... because WHY NOT? ;)

“You look hella bored in there, bella. Why’d you come here if you didn’t want to.” Standing there watching the trees sway, the night breeze did nothing to cool you down. He definitely is not afraid of eye contact.

“Family obligation…and as thanks to you and your brothers, of course.”

“So, you wanna thank me?” His voice rumbled out even grittier than his already low rasping pitch. The insinuation hitting you right in the core. Do not faint! “You could always show me the house.”

You huff out a laugh, not trusting your mouth to come up with anything coherent to say, downing your drink to buy you some time.

“Alright then,” his head dropped down hiding his smile at your obvious indecision. “just tell me where the bathroom is.”

It was like his voice was vibrating around your ear before the words actually made it inside for comprehension. Christ! Speak idiot! You have no idea how long you paused before answering but it was long enough for his deadly smile to widen into a full sexy ass grin. “Straight through those doors, second right, end of the hallway.”

Manny looked the way you pointed but didn’t move. Swinging his head back around to you, he flicked his gaze over you. “Thanks, mami.”

Two shots and three boring conversations later there was no sign of the man who made your entire body sit up and beg like a show dog. You couldn’t stop your feet from heading toward the hallway you’d sent him down. His voice behind you, gravelly and smooth, hit the back of your neck like a kiss, “Lookin for me?”

Spinning around you had to stop yourself from staring. How was he more beautiful now than just minutes before? “What are you doing?”

“Why? You miss me?”

“You were gone a while I thought--,”

“Told you I wanted to see the house.” With his hands stuffed casually in his pockets he steps back through the double doors of the room he came from, “This is niiiiice.”

You follow him into your brother’s library, leaving the door open but Manny turns on his heel and stalks back toward you. You are caught up in brown eyes that seemed to be eternally amused by you, the lazy lopsided smirk, the tongue that flicks over his lips, wetting them again and again. Frozen by the way his nostrils flare when he looks you over, like an animal surveying its prey. You step backwards until your back is against the door and he quietly closes the other.

He wasn’t touching you but his nearness pinned you in place. Leaning close, he kisses your cheek, murmuring, “one word and I'm yours; you know it.” 

Your sharp intake of breath was met with his chuckle and pressing a kiss your other cheek, he asked, “You want to go back to the party? Hmmm? That what you want?”

“No.”

His mouth is on yours before you finish the single-word sentence. There is nothing gentle or tender about his approach, it is an aggressive meeting of lips that causes your head to bump into the door the behind you. A slashing of tongues complete with a full body press, leaving you breathless and clinging to him with his cut in your fists.

Manny pulled back to see the arousal that softened your face and plumped your lips, one side of his mouth curling up into a smirk. “Damn girl, you look like you liked that.”

The flick of his tongue over the outer curve of your ear draws a whimper out of you. “Don’t worry, bella. I won’t leave a mark on you.”

You can hardly breath through the teasing licks his tongue drags along your neck, the open mouthed kisses that never deeply suck, no matter how much you arch out for more. His teeth grazing but never actually biting you, send explosions of tingles through your body. His fingertips dragging up the tops of your thighs, his hands pulling up your dress inch by inch until it rests on your hips. Pulling it down your shoulders enough to nip at your nipples through your bra. Manny is sinking to his knees lapping and mouthing your skin the whole way down, using everything he has to break you down - his short clipped fingernails, even the stubbly hair on his head. Gripping your butt to hold you firmly in place, he works his craft to your gasps and moans. Him trailing his thin mustache across the dip of your belly button almost collapses you to the floor.

Oh no. 

Manny presses his face into your vee with his mouth open wide, his hot breath heating up every inch of you. Hooking his arm behind your knee, he brings your leg up and over his shoulder, tonguing you through your panties. With his shoulder jammed under your thigh, his hands lock on your hips and there is no escape. His face is burrowing deeper, his tongue probing, driving you insane but not giving you enough to take you over the edge. Pulling back he looks up and winks, yanking on one side to rip your panties apart. You don’t have time to register that he just ruined your undergarment because his tongue is on you now. Long, soft licks that set you to trembling and whimpering in seconds.

“Manny, please,” you whisper. “Away from the door! Please!”

“Oh, you don’t want nobody to hear you, bella?” His look up at you from under those eyelashes, the most devious look forming on his face is twisting your core even tighter. You feel the slow lick he gives his lips as if his mouth was still on you.

“Think they’ll hear you if I spread your wings like a mariposa and suck you dry?” (butterfly) 

Lost in his eyes looking up at you, you feel him opening you up with two slim fingers and panic. Desperately trying to close your thighs on his hand and bring your leg down, you plead, “Please, Manny! Wait! Don’t--,” 

Manny wiped his mouth and stood up in front of you taking a step back. “What else you want, princesa?” Pulling up his shirt to show you his trim waist and taut abs, he mumured. “You wanna touch this?” 

Struck dumb you just nod watching him strip off his cut and hang it on the doorknob. Tossing his shirt aside, he takes your hands and drags them down his chest, cocking his head to the side.

“What else, huh? You wanna be outta that dress?” Again, all you can manage is a nod. “Turn around let me do it right.” 

With you facing the door, Manny presses against your back grinding his hard-on into you, lifting a fistful of your hair to kiss the back of your neck, while he unzips you.

“Oh god…god.”

“Mmmm,” he chuckles dark and low, “You don’t want him to see you like this.”

Your dress drops to the floor and he turns you around, his kiss melting any reservations you had left - his tongue still tastes like the whiskey he was sipping and you as well. He unfastens his pants while his kiss disarms you, he doesn’t have to guide your hand you’re already there, gripping and stroking him, loving his stuttered breath blasting down your throat. 

“Feel that? You did that shit. You.”

He pulls your hand away, dips his knees and targets himself up into you while lifting your leg to his waist. Caught off guard, you inhale all the air in the room but he covers your mouth before you can release the scream making its way up from your center and out of your lungs. You open your eyes to his dark ones, “Shhhh…you got guests out there, bella.”

Two more strokes is all he gives you before rumbling into your neck,“You betta hang on.”

You wrap your arms and legs around him finding that throat tattoo under your tongue licking and biting, your hips moving out of sheer need. He walks over to the couch and lays you down, stroking deep as soon as your back hits the cushion.

“Yeah…better,” he groans out. Brushing back your hair, he studies your face then scans down further to your breasts that he has yet to fully sample. “Let me see em.” 

Your ability to say no left you quite some time ago so you unfasten your bra, feeling new heat flush your face. Is it possible to be shy while he's inside you? His approving stare feels like pin pricks across your skin. He licks his lips and brings his eyes back up to yours, “You look so beautiful under me like that.” 

Locking his lips on one hardened peak, he returns to the torturous slow strokes drawing high moans out of you. Rapid tiny bites on your nipples raises the volume of your cries, which raises his head again with a curl to his lips.

“Damn, you sound even better. Just like that. Let me hear you, mami.” 

You bite down on your lip to contain a whimper and he quickly corrects you. “Nah, you cain’t be holding out on me. I said, let me hear you.” 

He licks his fingers and finds your clit, circling and stroking. Your brain goes on tilt, your gasping cries immediately fill the room. Unconsciously, you’re pushing away from him, from the sensations, from the suffocating heat settling on your skin. Your attempt to flee slides you up the couch but he chases you until the armrest leaves you with no where else to go. Chuckling into your neck, this man has the nerve to ask, “How you gonna run when you taking my dick wit' you, baby?” 

Oh my god this man. This is it. This is how you die.

Stroking deep, smothering your cries with kisses, he groans your name like a confession. “Fuuuuck, you feel good.”

Folding both your legs up onto his shoulder with ankles crossed for the tightest drag on his dick, he looks you dead in the eye and tells you as casually as anyone else would say pass the salt… 

“Okay, mami. Imma fuck you now.”

- fin -

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Checking your phone for the third time in a row, you exhaled. You waited patiently for Rio to come home. He had called earlier that day, letting you know he’d have some free time tonight. Your mind replayed the conversation.

“Going to be a light business day, sweetheart. I’m coming home early tonight. Just give me a couple of hours. Get your beautiful ass ready. Put on that little dress I like. I’m taking you to dinner, mama.”

Rio had chuckled at the giddiness in your voice. Spontaneous date nights were one of the many things you loved about him. Growing impatient, you shot him a quick text.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Papaaa, how much longer are you going to be?

Wifey: I’m leaving in a few minutes.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Bruh, it’s going to be forever before we get to our reservation😩🙄. I know your pretty boy ass will still need to shower and change once you get here.

Wifey: Of course! You know I got to put that shit on for my wife. Chill, It won’t take that long. You getting hangry, my baby?

Husbae😘🙈♥️: You swear you know me so well😒. Just hurry up, please😏.

Wifey: I knew my good girl didn’t forget her manners.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Rio.

Wifey: Chill, mama, lol. I’m on my way home to you now.

Rio had been right about one thing. You were starving and regretting the choice to skip breakfast. Then there was the stupid idea to work through lunch. Now here you were, stomach growling obnoxiously loud. You knew there was no use in searching for a snack. The busy week you’d been having kept you from restocking the pantry. Glancing at your handbag on the coffee table, you rifled through it. Pulling a blow pop from an inner pocket, you ripped the plastic off, tossing it aside. Tastebuds sprang to life as your mouth wrapped around the watermelon-flavored treat. You enjoyed the blow pop and scrolled through TikTok.

Twenty minutes passed before you heard the front door unlock. Keying in the pin to the alarm, Rio headed to the living room in search of you. You could smell his cologne before he entered the room. Feeling his presence, you spoke without looking up from your phone.

“Hi, baby.”

Your head tilted so he could pepper you with kisses on the cheek. He buried his face against your neck and inhaled his favorite scent on you. Rio groaned, sliding his tongue across the flesh. He finished with a playful bite, leaving a slight indentation.

“You smell good enough to eat, mama. I see this dress is hugging all those curves as usual.”

Still scrolling through your phone, you giggled and thanked him. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were on TikTok.

“You need to leave that social media shit alone, baby. That can turn into an addiction.”

“Relax, father, I’m just occupying myself until you’re ready to leave. Go shower and get ready, papa. I’d advise you to feed me as soon as possible. You know I’ll catch a full-blown attitude if you don’t. This sucker will only curb my appetite for so long,” she sassed with a mouthful of blow pop.

“Always talking with a mouth full,” he responded.

His eyes twinkled with mischief. Your brain registered what he meant, and your eyes darted to him.

“You never seem to mind,” you smirked, refocusing on the phone screen.

Just as he was about to shower, his phone interrupted him. Rio took a seat on the couch across from you. His attention focused on whatever business associate was on the other end of the line. That was until he glanced over at you. He was thrown off by how sensual you looked eating the lollipop. He was blown away by your cluelessness. You sat there unaware of the explicit image you were painting for him.

There’s no way she doesn’t know how this is affecting me. Mama ‘bout to have my shit standing at attention. She better stop playing with me. Mess around and bend her ass over this couch.

Rio was no longer interested in what the associate on the other end of the line had to say. He made an excuse rushing the blubbering idiot off the phone. Putting his phone on the coffee table, Rio leaned back against the couch cushions. Still admiring the view, his hands rested in his lap as he watched you silently. Hearing him end the call, you directed your attention toward him. His gaze fixated on you. That crooked grin you loved so much made an appearance. Rio couldn’t pull his sight away from your lips as he cleared his throat to speak. His words dripped with desire, “that sucker must be good, mama. You sure are giving it the business.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he continued to watch you.

Rio’s words dripped with flirtation and innuendo, putting you on notice. Now that you were privy to the sexual tension in the room, you decided to play with him.  

“You know, I much prefer tootsie pops over these,” you explained in an innocent tone. 

Rio chuckled at your faux innocence. Your eyelashes fluttered as your teeth sank into your bottom lip, telling him everything he needed to know. His lips formed a slight grin as he responded, “is that right, mama? Why is that,” he questioned, as his words dripped with desire.

Rio leaned closer to you as his eyes focused on your full lips. The sight of them made him crave you. His vision then settled on your face. Rio’s brown orbs drank you in as he licked his lips. The hunger in his eyes caused you to falter for a moment.

Don’t fumble the bag bitch! Answer his sexy ass. You’re supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

Pushing all inner thoughts aside, with closed eyes and your lips wrapped around the sweet treat. You moaned and sucked at the lollipop with vigor. A suction-like sound fell from your lips as Rio groaned and repositioned himself. You did not doubt that he was growing hard inside his pants. Hearing that beautiful sound fall from his delicious mouth made your lids flutter open. He could see the deviousness in your eyes. Releasing the sucker from your lips created a slight popping noise, and a devilish grin danced across your face. The lust in your boyfriend's eyes was undeniable.

“Answer my question, mama,” he demanded, voice sounding smooth and velvety deep.

The baritone of his voice caused you to shiver and squeeze your thighs together. 

“With tootsie pops, you can swallow everything, daddy,” you purred as you slid the blow pop back into your mouth.

Rio’s eyes traveled to your mouth again as his head nodded a few times. Hearing those words fall from your lips caused his thick member to twitch inside his jeans as he released a low growl. His hands slid down his lap and to his knees as he leaned forward to speak.

“You enjoy swallowing, don’t you, mama?”

“Mmhmm, and you enjoy watching, don’t you? Mmm, this is just so delicious. Want a taste, papa?”

You released the sucker from your mouth, tilting the blow pop in his direction. Biting his lip, your husband gave another head nod. Your eyes followed every movement he made. You had expected him to suckle the treat, but Rio caught you off guard. A gasp escaped you as his hands grasped both sides of your face pulling you to him, faces only inches apart. He closed what little space was left, licking and sucking the remnants of blow pop from your glossy pout. A couple of seconds ticked by before his tongue found its way inside. You didn’t fight for dominance over the hungry kiss, wanting to be his good girl. It was obvious that Rio was running the show and beating you at your own game. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless. Still close enough to feel his breath against your panting mouth, another lopsided grin graced his face. Rio’s eyes bore into yours as one of his hands slid down your torso. He caressed your stomach and trailed his digits to your thigh, where he fisted the thin fabric of your dress. With one firm yank, he pulled the hem of your dress high enough to slip a hand underneath. You cried out as he ran a finger through your folds, going just a little deeper to lightly tease your clit.

“Now, how’d I know my pussy would be bare, mama,” he asked rhetorically.

You were too busy moving your hips against his fingers and whimpering to respond. Rio acted as if he were about to kiss you again but moved away from your eager lips to tease you. He chuckled as you kissed your teeth.

“You want another kiss, darlin’? C’mere.”

He licked and nibbled at your mouth but pulled back, still in a teasing mood. You wanted to scold him, but your breath caught in your throat. Rio bowed his head low enough to pull the sucker into his mouth, sliding it to the left to bury it in his left cheek. Both were shocked that you had managed to hold onto it the entire time. He enjoyed it as his fingers started to dip inside and play with you again.

“Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I play with you. Damn, mama. You were right this pus-. My bad, mama. I got distracted with thoughts of my favorite meal. I meant to say this blow pop is good as fuck. You taste better, though.”

His fingers started to piston into you hard and fast. It wasn’t long before you cried his name. The orgasm erupted within as you creamed his fingers and shook violently.

“Rio, daddy! Oh, fuck.”

“Did that feel good, baby? Hmm? Shhh, relax. Come down off that high for me, sweetheart.”

You came back down to earth your eyes slowly opened, meeting the lust-filled twinkling orbs of your husband. Rio was grinning cockily, still sucking the lollipop.

His hand slid from your essence as he husked, “since we’re sharing and all, open up.” Licking Rio’s fingers clean caused him to release a low growl.

“Thank you for sharing with me, baby. I didn’t forget about you popping your shit earlier. Talking about tootsie pops and how you can swallow everything. Come, love. Let’s get you fed. Daddy’s got something special for you. Let me feed it to you in the shower. Need you to get on your knees and show me the same love you were giving this blow pop.” he rasped.

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