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“Thank you, bae. You clean up pretty well yourself.” Houston blushed when I ran my thumb over his bushy brow. “You look so handsome.”

And that was definitely true. His silk dark gray button down had the first few buttons undone, and it was tucked into a pair of gray slacks that wrapped perfectly around his muscular thighs. We kind of gave off a silver and gold monochrome vibe and people were eating up the pictures we’d posted on social media. It was fun getting ready for tonight, and I could agree to doing it more often. I didn’t club but I could dress up more for the right lounge or restaurant.

“Thank you, Presly. Have you enjoyed yourself tonight?” he asked, hands lowering to my ass as we swayed to the music.

“Yes. You?”

“I always enjoy myself with you, regardless of what we’re doing.”

“Yeah, but you just wish we did more stuff like this, huh?”

“Is that so bad?” His voice was unsure, as if he expected his response to lead to an argument.

“No, it’s not. We can do this more.”

Houston smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His lips lowered to mine, and the kiss was sweeter than we’d shared in a while. Houston held me tighter, closer, and in the security of his embrace, I decided maybe it was safe for us to try again.

“Hmph.”

A low grunt escaped me when Houston pushed me against the wall and shoved his tongue down my throat. He rippedmy panties off, then lowered to his knees. Before I could even prepare, Houston had my clit in his mouth, sucking with the ferocity of a rose with new batteries.

“Ohhh, shit,” I moaned, gripping the back of his head.

My toes curled and body trembled as I relaxed against the wall, allowing him to lick and suck me into a quick climax.

“If this is what I get for putting on a fancy dress, I’ll wear one every day,” I teased as he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to my bed. He smacked my ass as he laughed.

“It’s not the dress,” he made clear, gently tossing me onto the bed. “It’s you giving me what I asked for.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“A night of cumming—back to back.”

“Mm…”

My eyes were frozen on him as he slowly undressed and sheathed himself with a condom. Houston climbed between my legs, pulling me toward the middle of the bed.

He showed me no mercy as he filled me, giving me fast paced, long strokes. My nails dug into his thighs as he rocked his hips. Moans and curses left us both. Houston lowered to my ear.

“Don’t let your people get in your head and come between us again. This pussy mine, and I’m not going to let nobody take you or it away from me.”

I wanted to remind him that we were single. That I wasn’t his, so my pussy wasn’t either. But his strokes were so good I couldn’t ruin the moment with the truth. Especially when they sent me into my second orgasm. Not letting up, Houston moaned as he lifted himself and pressed my knees into the bed. He kept his same pace and same target, pressing against my G-spot repeatedly until I came again.

I would never deny that Houston was a man of his word, and he did exactly what he said… making me cum over and over again for the rest of the night.

For a while, all I could do was stare at Houston. When he said he’d had a long day at work and wanted to eat and get in my bed, I thought that meant I’d cook or we’d order something to have delivered. Instead, he showed up at my penthouse apartment with birria tacos from my favorite restaurant and nothing for me to eat.

I replayed our conversation, asking myself if he’d asked if I had food and I wasn’t paying attention, but no. That wasn’t the case.

“Where’s mine?” I asked softly, refusing to believe this man hadn’t gotten me something to eat.

He looked up briefly before dipping his taco in queso cheese then the consommé. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Why not?”

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