Page 70 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“Dre, I never intended to fall in love with the man I wanted to see behind bars. You were supposed to be another criminal that I put away. I don’t know how to fix this with us, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me. I want to be with you and no one else. My daughter? She adores you. You stole her heart just like you stole mine. If I need to find another profession, I’ll do it. I just want you to trust me—to love me. I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.”

Kissing her lips again, I looked into her eyes and pulled away so she could see how true my words were about to be. “For months, I’ve tried to fight my attraction to you, Dee. Even before you approached me, I knew by looking at a mere photo of you that you would be my prettiest problem.” She blushed under my assessment, but I wouldn’t let her shy away. “You’ve done things that would have gotten any other nigga or bitch killed.” She went to speak, but I placed my finger on her lip to quiet her. “There are a thousand reasons on why I should kill you; hell, just as many reasons why we shouldn’t be together, period. Even knowing all of that, there’s only one thing that matters.”

“What’s that?” She breathed, barely above a whisper. “What’s the one thing?”

“I love you too.”

Placing my hand on the back of her neck, I pulled her close to me, placing a kiss on her lips with all the passion I could muster. Denim was my sweetest temptation, one I didn't mind indulging in. Things between us weren't perfect, and they never would be. I'm no longer unsure of where I want her in my life. Now, I'm unsure if there was even a life without her.

“Tell me we're going to be together, Dre…” She moaned into my mouth as I lifted her from the ground and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Tell me we're going to do this together.”

“We’re going to do this together.” I gripped her ass and carried her to the couch as I stepped over Kurt’s dead body. “Shit with us won’t be perfect, and we still have a lot of things to work on, but I love the fuck out of you and Briley. I don’t think I want to be without you, baby.”

Placing her on the couch, I removed my hoodie and undershirt. I dropped to my knees before her and removed her heels, before placing kisses up her legs and thighs.

I tapped her thighs. “Stand up for me.” With her eyes on me, she watched as I took my time undressing her, starting with those underwear she calls shorts. “I should kick your ass for wearing these panties to the club.”

“Andre, they are not they bad.” She giggled as I pulled them down her thick-ass thighs. “They just—ugh!”

Pecking her lower lips, I wasted no time spreading them and latching onto her clit. The first time she and I were together, I told her I would never put my mouth on a woman unless she were mine. Now was a good time to show her that I liked both sets of lips. Throwing her leg over my shoulder, I held onto her waist and wrote my name all over her pussy because that juicy motherfucker belonged to me.

“Ride my face, Denim,” I mumbled as I glanced up at her. She pulled her lip between her teeth as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Slapping her thigh, her eyes snapped open and landed on me. “Keep your eyes open and tell me what you want.”

She began to wound her hips as my tongue slid in and out of her. “I want you to eat this pussy like you know it’s yours, baby. Fuck, Dre! Just like that!” She placed her hand on the back of my head and peered down at me through lust-ridden eyes as she rode my tongue, fucking my face.

My dick was harder than Chinese math, and I would bust in my pants right now if I wasn’t a real nigga. Once she began to rock faster, I knew she was near her peak.

“Shit! Dre! Yes, right there, baby!” She gripped her breast through her bralette. “I’m going to come, baby!”

Nibbling on her clit gently, she held both sides of my head as her movements became jerky. A few more licks of my tongue, and she was busting on my face like a hydrant.

“Oh, shit!” she squealed as she began to wobble. “Fuckkk!”

“Mhm.” I chuckled as I licked her slowly. “That’s what happens when the tongue is just as good as the dick.”

Removing her leg from my shoulder, I stood to my feet and dropped my joggers as she removed her top. Dipping my head to her chest, I pulled her right nipple into my mouth as I pinched the left. Every ounce of this girl was sweet and addictive, and I could slowly find myself becoming obsessed with her. After getting my feel of her, I stood to my full height before sitting on her couch.

“This your dick, Denim?” I roamed her naked body as I stroked myself. Licking her lips, she nodded as she eyed me with desire and hunger. “Come mount this muthafucka and show me then.”

With a sly grin, I just knew Denim was about to fuck my world up. Climbing onto my lap and placing her knees on each side of me, she grabbed ahold of my shoulders, placed my dick at her entrance, and slowly slid down.

“Gah damn…” I moaned as my hips bucked upward. I wanted to take this shit slow, but I was too anxious. “I knew this pussy was going to feel good without a rubber. Denim, I’m telling you now?—”

“No need for the threats, husband. This pussy is all yours.”

Slamming her lips onto mine, she began rocking her hips at a slow and steady pace. I gripped her neck and tried my best to swallow her face whole to keep from moaning again like a bitch. I could feel all common sense leave me each time her walls contracted. Her pussy was so tight and moist, I could feel her juices sliding down my nuts.

“I love you, Denim.” I eyed her and placed my hands under ass, bouncing her faster. “Every day… that you’re my wife… I plan on showing you… how much I love your fine ass.”

“Hm, shit…” she cooed as she threw her head back in ecstasy. “Say that shit again.”

“You’re my wife, baby.” Her rocking got erratic, and I knew she was close to coming again. “I love the fuck out of you, Denim Boudreaux.” Feeling my balls grow tighter, all it took was the grip of her muscles to pull the nut right out of me. Slamming into her, we both came and cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, Dre!” She threw her hands around my neck and shook uncontrollably. “I love you, baby!”

“Shit!” I all but screamed as I held onto her waist and dumped the biggest nut I’ve ever released inside of her. “Muthafuckin’ gahdamn!”

Catching our breath, we were wrapped in each other’s body fluids without a care in the world. Denim’s pussy was top-tier, and I had to stop myself from psyching out about the possibilities of her allowing someone else to invade my new favorite place.

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