Page 72 of Solomon’s Temple

“I’m married, Brooke. And I thought I told you to chill. If you want to keep the job that gives you more benefits than the average security job, then I suggest you cool out. I have no interest in touching you ever again. Have a good day.” The smile dropped from her face, and she moved her hand, allowing the doors to close. I didn’t wait for the next one and took the thirteen flights of stairs down to the garage.

I made it across town in twenty minutes when it usually took me thirty-five minutes to get home. By the time I stepped off the elevator and opened my door, I was out of my shirt and heading to my bedroom. When I opened the door, Temple lay in the same position, only this time she had invited the vibrator to the party.

I walked over to her, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. My eyes zoned in on the words scribbled across her lower abdomen, and I smirked, rubbing away the profane word.

“I got anything you need, mamas.”

She gave me a lazy smile. “You made it.”

“Always,” I replied, then pushed her knees to her ears and dove tongue-first into her center. Her back arched, palms came to my head, and moans saturated the atmosphere. It had been so long since I’d heard a woman’s moans of pleasure between these walls, so hearing Temple was music to my ears.

Every time I walked into my house now, I smelled her scent, anticipated her voice, and longed to share my space with her. If I could have this until the end of time, I would die a happy man.

“Loooo!”

I flicked my tongue over her clit and sucked. Her hips humped my face, and I inserted my middle and ring finger, curving them to tap her G-spot while sucking on her peach. Temple tasted like fresh rain on a spring day.

“Oooh, yesss, baby. I’m cummin’! Oooh, yes, baby!” She screamed just as she released an overflow into my mouth. I turned her over and slapped both her butt cheeks, then stripped off the rest of my clothes. I leaned forward, kissing the side of her face.

“Gimme them lips, mamas.” She turned her head, and my lips latched onto hers. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “You taste how good you are, Beauty? I can eat that peach for hours.”

“Ooooh. I love you . . . Mmm, shit, Lo. You’re driving me crazy!”

“Shhh. Watch that beautiful mouth, shorty,” I said, lining myself at her opening and causing her body to tense slightly. “I want you to know that since you’re refusing to play in my room, I’m building us an even bigger one in our new house. You’re going to make all this up to me, Beauty.”

“Waaaiit—”

“No waiting.” I bit her cheek then slid inside of her. She gasped, and I intertwined our fingers, thrusting deep inside her gushy walls.

“Let me feel you, Beauty.” I released one hand and slid it between her legs. I parted her lips with my index and ring, then rotated the middle finger on her clit.

“Solomon, fuck, baby!” she whisper-moaned.

“That’s right, baby. I can feel you about to explode already. Give it to me, love.”

She writhed beneath me, moans coming more rapidly, and walls pulsating around me.

It may have been blasphemous to think, but I swore being inside of her felt close to heaven. As if her walls were paved in gold, my soldiers were ready to march right through her pearly gates.

Her uterus.

I loved feeling the aura of her pleasure, seeing her fingers grab the sheets in a chokehold while her body gave in to every thrust I delivered.

“Looooo, fuu—” My palm went over her mouth to stop the vulgarity of her words. I knew if she continued, it would cause a ripple effect, and I’d whisper even dirtier things to her.

“I know, baby. I know it feels good to you.” I lifted, pulled her hips to me, and kept my hand over her mouth as she arched into me.

My brows dipped and teeth sunk into my bottom lip.

“Oh, you gon’ arch that back and be rude, huh?”

Smack!

“You tryin’ to make daddy tap out?”

“Nooo,” she mumbled through her muffled moans.

“I can’t hear you, shorty.” I removed my hand and grabbed the fat of her hips, thrusting harder. Deeper.