Page 45 of Honey's Special Roux

“I wanted it to be romantic, but I really don’t want to wait another moment.” I stood up and walked around the table. I got down on one knee and watched as Honey’s neutral expression morphed into one of pure shock. Her jaw would’ve fallen to the floor had it not been attached to her mouth.

“Marquise…”

“Baby, you are the light in my dark ass life. You brought me a sense of peace in my chaotic world. You are the best thing to ever happen in my life, and I’d be a fool not to put a ring on it. Honey Hix, will you do me the honors of being my forever? Will you be my fiancée and one day my wife?”

Tears poured from her face. “Yes! A thousand times, yes!”

I slid the ring on her finger in just enough time before she jumped into my arms. I held her and allowed her to scatter kisses all over my face—wet kisses.

“I love you—so much.” She sobbed through her words.

I lifted my hands and wiped her teary face with my thumbs. I cupped her face in mine and smiled. “You ain’t got to cry like this, baby. I got you forever.”

“I know… It’s just…”

“Shh.” I pecked her lips a few more times before I straightened up and held her hand.

“I got a bubble bath for you upstairs. Relax and soak in the tub. When you’re done, I got some dick and a side of head waiting for you.”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Okay.”

I led her to the main bathroom and helped her strip out of her school clothes. Honey was so fucking beautiful. She was so fine with her deep brown skin. Her current hairstyle was a silk press. Unfortunately, I’d have to hear her mouth in the morning when she looked in the mirror and saw her silk press morphed into a wild mane all over her head. She was about to sweat out that style from the amount of work we were going to put into the lovemaking.

Every moment with Honey was one to remember. She kept me on my toes. Men on social media put on a front like they hated to have their woman under their skin. Shit, I loved to share a space with Honey, even if all we did was sit up under each other and do our own thing.

I let her bathe by herself as I made the bedroom perfect for the night. I lit a couple of scented candles, turned the overhead lights off, and switched on the LED lamps. I put on the purple lights. It was something about seeing Honey’s skin under the purple hue that made my dick harder than a rock. I turned on our favorite sex playlist and let the soft tunes fill the air. I’d stripped down to my boxers and waited at the foot of the bed for her to come out the bathroom.

“Oh, you’re trying to slut me out?” Honey asked as she sauntered out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

“Fa sho. C’mere.”

My mouth salivated at the sight of Honey with a light coat of water on her exposed skin. Her scent of vanilla and shea butter with a hint of something citrusy almost sent me into a feral state of primal need.

“You come to me,” she requested. The mischievous grin on her face made my dick jump. She was about to make me work for the pussy, and I would enjoy the games—for now.

I let my boxers pool at my feet while I stroked my dick. He was already begging to enter her wetness, but he’d have to wait a minute. First, I had to feast on her pussy. I moved my hand up and down my length slowly as I approached Honey. My dick was ten inches and had a curve with some good girth. The first time Honey got a taste, she made sure I was aware no one else could ever taste my dick again.

“You know what? Never mind all that. I need you to lie down on the bed and let me swallow that dick, papa. It’s been so long. I need to feel you in my throat.”

“When did you become so nasty, baby?” I asked as I lay on the bed and crossed my arms behind my head.

“All these pent-up emotions got me talking crazy. Never let me go this long without that dick again, okay?”

“Heard.”

She climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist. She discarded her towel along the way and her perfect body sat atop me. My hand found her hips and slid down to her plump, round ass.

“I want it on my face,” I demanded as I spread her cheeks and wiggled them in my hands.

“No. I’m in charge. If I want to sit on your face, I will… just not yet.” Her eyes gazed into mine as she moved down to greet my dick. She licked the tip like a lollipop and held the shaft in a firm grip. Her firm hand moved up and down my length. I loved the way she stroked me.

“Fuck, bae. That feels good.”

“I know it, papa.”

She stuffed my length down her throat with hollow cheeks. My knees buckled as I placed my hand on her head. There was no use in trying to preserve the nut. She was going to get all this dick and the nut that followed.

There was a puddle of slobber under me as she sucked the soul out of my dick. My core heated as my orgasm slowly inched forward. “I’m finna buss,” I hissed. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and held her head in place. She didn’t mind the force as she hummed to intercept her gag reflex. Our eyes met as I fucked her warm, wet mouth with precise strokes until my seed came out in a powerful stream down her throat.

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