Page 80 of Creole Kingpin
“Pshhh,” he says as he reaches for the hem of my shirt. “I’m nothing. You, on the other hand, are a work of fucking art.” He slides the shirt over my head, and his eyes practically glow with appreciation of what’s beneath it. “These tits ... Fuck, woman. Fucking perfect.”
I snort a laugh at that. “You can thank my surgeon for those. He’s the artist.”
Moses shakes his head. “Well, he ain’t here, so you’re just gonna have to listen to me tell you how fucking perfect you are.” His hands bracket my waist. “I can tell you put in the work too. You’re fit as fuck, mama.”
“Fit for fucking you,” I say, rocking against his hard cock as I tease him. “And, goddamn it, I need it.”
He lets me grind on him for a few more seconds before he flips us again. “Then you get what you need.”
My shorts are gone in a split second, and so are his. As soon as we’re both naked, it’s like someone has unleashed pure decadence.
We’re on each other, and our sole purpose is tofeast.My lips skim over his pecs, sucking a nipple into my mouth and scraping it with my teeth. He moves me up, so he can do the same, sucking one into his mouth at a time. Wetness slicks between my legs, and I throw one over his hip to put his cock between my lower lips. As soon as I find friction against the rock-hard shaft, my body ignites.
“Oh, fuck yes. Oh God.”
“You gonna come just from bucking against my cock, mama? Because that’s hot as fucking hell.”
I’m already too far gone to answer him. My orgasm is right there, waiting for me to take it.
I grind harder until the pressure is too much, and I throw my head back and let out a scream. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Fuck, mama.Fuck.” Moses reaches between us and readjusts his cock, and I scream again.
“Hurry. Hurry. Now.”
With one hand gripping my hip, he slams home, filling me full with a single thrust. My body welcomes him, despite being out of practice, and my inner muscles clamp down hard.
“Holy fuck, woman. Goddamn.” Moses sucks in a breath before he pulls back and pounds home again. Stroke after stroke, he unleashes more pleasure than I can handle.
I start coming, and I swear to Christ, I never stop.
Every thrust has me screaming unintelligible sounds, and all I know is that if this is what kills me, I’ll die a happy woman.
I lose track of time, space, earth, and everything else. All that exists is Moses and the insane waves of pleasure swamping me. My head thrashes from side to side, until one of his hands cups my cheek and he plants his mouth on mine.
“Never letting you go. Ever.”
My pussy clamps down so hard, surely it’ll strangle his cock. Moses’s mouth crushes against mine before he throws his head back with a roar I feel to the very marrow of my bones.
My body goes limp, and I let go, allowing the pleasure to drag me under one final time.
He’s even better than my memories, and here in the flesh, it’sbliss.
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Moses
My heart thunders in my chest, pounding so hard it might explode. My lungs burn like I’ve sprinted for a gold medal, and my lungs heave in breath after breath.
I don’t know what the fuck just happened in this bed, but it goes so far beyond sex, I can’t even explain it. It’s ... like coming alive after being asleep for most of my life.
Energy buzzes across my skin and through my veins. I feel fucking invincible.
Beside me, Magnolia goes limp, and I pull her against my chest, not wanting any space between us. Her heart hammers in nearly perfect rhythm with mine as she fights to catch her breath.
I press my palm to her chest. “Slow and steady, mama. Slow and steady.”
She doesn’t open her eyes, but she follows my command, slowing her breathing from its frenetic pace.
