#dandy!stack

elias “stack” moore will definitely fuck you with his nice tailored suit on. you’re down for a quicky? he’s telling you, “well what you waiting for darling? bend that ass over”. with that silky smooth southern twang in his voice and a smirk that flashes his gold slugs.

elias “stack” moore is someone who prides himself on looks and fashion, in his eyes he’s the best looking nigga that came out of the delta—and he’ll continue to keep that image. but if his ole lady wants to pop a seat on his thigh and ruin his slacks with her sweet cream he can’t say no.

elias “stack” moore is a freaky ass nigga, we all know that. so it’s not a surprise when he’s at his usual spot where he gets his suits, touching different fabric to pick out so you can rub that pretty pussy all over it. “boss man, let me get this one. the missus would like this right here. hurry up ‘n get me fitted too.”

elias “stack” moore sometimes gets frustrated with how many layers are on his body. especially when he’s in a rush to get between your thighs. “fuck this shirt too damn complicated—you just stay right there sweetheart, daddy’s coming.” he’ll tell you while fiddling with the small buttons on his collared shirt.

you watched elias with immense admiration as he got dressed, the way he coordinated every piece of clothing to fit together and match was something so attractive to you.

it was no understatement he was the dandiest nigga in the delta — and he looked damn good. the nice shine of gold stuck out from the grill piece on his peary white teeth to the cufflink that had his initials “e.m.” on them.

“baby which tie should i wear?” stack questioned while holding two of them up in your vanity mirror. you were still stuck in your own world of admiring your man, you didn’t hear him.

stack confused on why you didn’t answer, looked up to meet your gaze in the mirror. he saw the damn near blissed out look your had in your doe eyes and a light smirk appeared on his face.

he turned around facing you, bending down to your eye level. “you listening baby?”

blinking out your dazed state, your head tilted back some to look at him. “hmm? what did you say?”

“you ain’t hear a thing i just said?”, southern draw evident in his voice with a hint of teasing.

“it’s okay pretty, i know what you want”, he said it like he already knew which he did. he knew his lady like the back of his hand, and even though she wouldn’t always ask for him to pleasure her—he always did.

leaning back up, he grabbed you by the waist and picked you up with ease. sitting down on the edge of the bed and plopping you right on the fat of his clothed thigh.

your nightgown raised up a little, showing the cute black lacey panties you had on. stack made himself comfortable, leaning back. “come on sweetheart, you know what to do”, giving your bottom a light tap to encourage you.

you let out a sigh of pleasure and relief as you began to slowly rock your hips against his thigh. you had a thing for the bliss he was able to bring you without even touching your pussy.

like clockwork, your essence began to leak through your panties and eventually onto his slacks. “you making a mess on my new pants, you gon lick it right on up too, huh?”, he asked looking straight in your eyes.

small whimpers left your mouth before you answered with a yes. “good now make yourself cum baby. i want your sweet smell on me all day.”