Free Between the Sheets (9781476775807) by Cairo Page A

around my dick. The way it swabs my heavy, cum-loaded balls.
    Word is bond. I’m ready to bust this nut.
    â€œJust so we’re clear,” Marika says. “You already have me.” Her lips press mine, and she kisses me like she means it. Her tongue slips inside my mouth, causing my dick to stretch. She pulls back. And as soon as it ends, I want more.
    I grin. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. It was already a good morning. But it’s definitely a better one now.” I slide my hand over her ass.
    â€œOh, no,” she says, playfully slapping my hand away. She sits in the chair across from me. “Let me at least have breakfast, first.”
    I suck my teeth, giving her a “yeah-right” look. “Take them drawz off. I ain’t tryna hear all that. I got all the breakfast you need right here in this dick.” I drain the last of my cranberry juice, then unfasten the belt on my robe, leaning back in my seat and spreading my legs. I grab my dick. “Come on ‘n’ get this breakfast nut, baby.”
    Marika licks her lips. “Well, since you put it like that. How can I resist such a delicious invitation?”
    She stands and comes over toward me. I grab her by the waist. Tell her to straddle me. She does. I grin as she eases down onto my lap, opening her robe. She’s wearing a tiny lace thong underneath her red teddy.
    â€œEmbrasse-moi,” I whisper in French, telling her to kiss me. She cups my face and kisses me, moaning into my mouth as my hands roam freely over her body, along her lower back, cupping her ass, kneading her tits, tweaking her nipples. I smack her ass. Not hard. But hard enough for it to echo and give her a sweet sting.
    She kisses me harder, her tongue melting into mine.
    I smack her ass again.
    And again.
    She cries out a little. Whimpers. Moans. She bites into my bottom lip. Then groans into my mouth. “Mar Sell , baby…”
    â€œHmmm.” I slide my right hand up under her ass, grazing her lips. I slip a finger in. Then another. Then another. Three fingers deep, her pussy clamps tight as I fuck into her. Deep. Fast. My fingertip flicks over her clit, once, twice, thrice.
    Marika rocks her hips. Throws her head back. And moans as my fingers fuck and stretch her. My fingertips graze that spot that turns up the heat inside her pussy. My dick leaks sticky heat. My huge balls bubble, filling up with thick cream. I’m ready to bust this fuckin’ nut down into my baby’s throat.
    â€œJe veux tes lèvres sur ma bite, bébé.” Marika’s pussy drips onto my lap, wetting the shaft of my dick as I repeat in English, “I want your lips on my dick, baby…”
    I pull my fingers out of her, slipping each one into my mouth as Marika slides down onto her knees. Her face inches from my dick. She breathes me in. A mixture of hard horny cock and wet cunt stains.
    Marika’s mouth engulfs the head of my big black cock. Her head bobbing up and down as I grind my hips forward. She sucks me, one hand squeezing the thick base, then sliding up and down on it. She slobbers and drools and spits all over it.
    â€œYeah, that’s it, baby…mmm…fuck…you love sucking daddy’s big chocolate dick, don’t you, baby?”
    She responds with a grunt and a mouth full of spit-and-drool-covered dick, taking it to the back of her throat.
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    My cell rings. It’s Arianna, one of my many assistants calling from New York, tryna Skype me. I frown. What the fuck is she callin’ me for on a Saturday? I glance at the time. At one thirty in the afternoon?
    I accept the call. Arianna’s smooth, brown face comes up on the screen. I can’t front. She’s a beauty. Even without all the makeup. Her hair sits wild and curly all over her head. She licks her lips, then says, “I’m sorry for calling. But it couldn’t be helped. I’d