Page 31 of Vintage

"What if I want a dynamic like that, Ro? What are you going to do then?" She teased, her overly clever attitude pushing all my buttons. I couldn't help but love it when this feisty version of her came out to play.

"I'll bring that guy; we both fuck you, and when you're about to reach your high, I am going to kill that man right that second when he's buried deep inside you, and then you'll never desire another but me."

Her face tensed as I thrust my fingers again, and again, and again, repeatedly. Her body shook, and a scream broke free from her lips.

She smiled at me, her gaze warm and gentle.

I understand that the idea of another partner would never cross her mind; we fulfill each other completely, and neither of us are interested in sharing or exploring polygamy, no matter the duration.

"I enjoy it when you’re a bit rough with me. That’s when the real you breaks free from the charming extrovert facade. I belong to you, Ro, and only you." Her breasts bounced as she rode by fingers, and I finally let her come.

She moaned and came, letting the warm heat trickle down her thighs as she got on her knees and fumbled with the zipper of my pants, taking out my throbbing dick that grew in size.

She took the tip in her mouth, licking the pre-cum, and a chilling sensation rushed through me.

Grabbing the hair at the back of her head, I thrust inside her mouth.

She licked my dick, taking me deeper until I touched the back of her throat and her gag reflex kicked in.

Caressing her hair, I waited.

"My good little girl, such a slut. Taking me so good."

Her eyes dilated, and she picked up a momentum, her lips and tongue swallowing me while hands massaged my balls, and I groaned, throwing my head back as I came inside her mouth.

She swallowed every drop of me and panted. I came down from my high, allowing the ringing in my ears to fade as the world around me came into focus. I assisted her in getting up, doing my best to fix her appearance. Nevertheless, the pleased smile on her lips was my reward.

"I love you." I pressed my lips against hers, and she returned the kiss until a loud cough broke the moment.

"If you two are finished, we can head out now, and next time… just skip me from your exotic conversations, I beg you." Darius said, turning to leave.

I smiled at Amery, who blushed deeply and buried her face in my chest.

"Let’s go," I said, taking her hand, but paused at the entrance when something rolled and bumped against my shoes.

Shining my phone's flashlight down, I spotted a metal ring intricately carved with a willow tree design.

I showed it to Amery, who examined it briefly before shrugging it off. Out of curiosity, I slipped it into my pocket to look at later.

Once we reached the entrance, I held the ring up to Darius and mentioned I’d be taking it to my studio. He didn’t mind, while Ace chuckled,teasing me with a story about a bride who kills her groom, and we all laughed.

"I’ve never harmed anyone. Ro might be my test subject, but jail isn’t my lab," Amery joked, and I struggled to contain my laughter.

"You’re already the death of me. What more could you do?" I winked, and she playfully punched me, calling me cheesy while Darius pretended to gag.

As we parted ways at the T, Amery and I started walking toward the main intersection.

Darius needed to report that there were no signs of any intruders to the cops, so we didn’t overstay his kindness.

"Ro..."

I hummed in response as we neared our house, just two blocks away.

"How about we have a son first, then two daughters? What do you think?" She brought up our previous conversation before Darius interrupted.

"Sounds good. I’m fine with anything as long as they look like my wife."

She laughed, calling me crazy, but I suppose that’s fair... I am absolutely crazy about her.

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