Page 23 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“Damn, this pussy too good.,” he uttered, seductively.
“I ain’t stupid, you know what you doing,” he said again.
“This pussy the devil, I ain’t callin’ you no more,”
I laughed at the last thing he said, but I was too into the moment just as much as him.
He lifted me off the chair and started holding me up, still stroking me. I screamed.
“Oh my God, you going so deep.”
My toes curled hard, but I was taking every inch of him.
“I’m about to go deeper,” he uttered low.
He finally walked me over to the living room and laid me on the plush carpet.
“Lay on yo’ stomach,” he demanded while switching condoms.
I did.
He slid back inside, smacked my ass, and got his rhythm. He was pounding me while he gripped my neck. He made me look at him, gripping my chin now. He planted a sloppy kiss on my lips, drizzled spit right in my mouth, then went back to kissing me. I didn’t mind, but I just wasn’t expecting to be a freak. Seeing that I accepted it, his hormones must have gotten going.
We were an hour in when he uttered, “You ’bout to make me cum.”
“Cum in me, baby,” I laughed, joking.
“I am, right in this condom.”
He picked up the pace. Seconds later, he orgasmed. He was sweaty, breathing heavy, but cheesing.
“You too much. I need a moment.”
I stood up and watched him stagger to the bathroom. Honestly, I couldn’t hold water. I ran to my bag and grabbed my phone. I texted Laila and Sade in a group chat. It was late, but I knew it would be the topic of discussion by sunrise.
Me: Guess what?
Me:I went out with V Saint and let him hit. Should I be ashamed? It’s the first night!
I heard the shower run, then his voice.
“Come wash yo’ ass. You can leave in the morning. Ain’t nobody walking you out.”
I snickered and slid my phone in my purse. I heard he didn’t let chicks spend the night, and here I was, not leaving till morning.
I knew I was in the door…hopefully.
V Saint
“All these options… and I still know exactly who I want.”
It had been eight hours since I slid out of Alana’s pussy, and all I could think was,“Damn, I fucked her too good. I should have gave her lazy dick.”
I took it easy on Alana. She wasn’t a Camille or my ex, which was a good thing. I did my full research on her before I shoved my dick down her throat. Her business resume was clean, less drama on social media than most women in her circle, and although she dated rich niggas, she had her own.
But still, she wasn’t Sade… but she’d do.
I knew they were friends, but I also knew they weren’t as close as they showed in pictures. Vanessa knew about all these women in the city.
