Page 26 of Tempted to Love You
I thought everything was good after we watched two movies and then went to take a shower. Seeing Rakai’s dick jumping in the shower had my mouth watering to taste him, but Rakai wouldn’t let me touch him. In fact, I had to watch Rakai wash hisbody with my hormones going haywire with every passing caress of the washcloth. If that wasn’t worse, Rakai cleaned me from head to toe in the most sensual way. Now, here we are in bed with Rakai lying naked, and me salivating to have him between my thighs.
“Hm. It seems we both have a problem then, don’t we? You see, I was ready to pump my fist about my woman telling me she loves me again, only to learn that a pig is where her affections lie. I don’t think my bruised ego can allow my dick to get hard.”
Reaching down, I grip the stiff, veiny third leg, standing at attention between Rakai’s legs before responding.
“Be fucking for real when your dick is resting in my hand harder than the calculus I took my senior year of high school.”
“Unhand me, woman. I’m more than a piece of meat. You won’t hurt my feelings and then objectify me.”
Fed up with Rakai’s protesting, I decide to take matters into my own hands. The thought of going to bed with a leaky pussy that Rakai is capable of beating out the frame pisses me off. Thoughts heavily invade my mind about the satisfaction of becoming one with Rakai again. Tightening my grip on his pulsing dick, I slowly ease over to my prize. Pleasure surges throughout my body upon feeling Rakai’s dick throb and harden beneath my greedy hands. Opening and closing my hand a few times, enjoying the feeling of his awakening, I lick my lips, waiting to see how Rakai will respond.
“What are you—” Rakai starts before I cut off his words by lowering my head and slowly moving my tongue up and down his pulsating dick.
“Mm, I think this will compensate for the lack of dessert after dinner.”
Swallowing his dick, I gag slightly when it hits the back of my throat.
“Got damn, Latia!” Rakai sputters, gripping my hair so tightly that pain surges throughout my head.
Sucking deeper, tasting his pre-cum fuels my need to keep going in an attempt to get him to lose control.
“Shit! Come on, mama. You’re not playing fair. I wa-wanted to te-teach you a lesson,” Rakai stammers.
Instead of responding, I suck harder, leaking some of the saliva collecting in my mouth.
“Mm,” I moan, grabbing Rakai’s balls while adding more suction to my mouth.
“Any moment now… we’re gonna be beyond the point of retreat. Come up, mama,” Rakai grunts.
Tightening my suction with force, Rakai’s cum shoots quickly down my throat. Swallowing every drop, I peer up at him, licking my lips.
“Now, bae, that was the precursor for dessert. So... are you ready to forgive me, or do I need to try harder?”
“Bring your ass up here. Next time, make sure you—” Rakai’s words stall in his mouth when I kiss his shaft.
“I love you, Rakai.”
“I love your spiteful ass, too. Now, climb on so I can fuck you to sleep, mama.”
“Thank you.”
Rakai
“Good evening, sweetie. Is everything okay with Latia?” Mrs. Revish asks after opening her front door.
“Yes, ma’am. I was wondering if I could come in and talk to Mr. Revish about something.”
“Of course, you can.” The glow on Mrs. Revish’s face instantly gives me the confidence I need for what I’m here to discuss.
I’m unsure of the timeframe Latia was given to provide an answer on her job offer but here I am on her parent’s doorstep a week after solidifying our love. Stepping inside, I lock the front door before following Mrs. Revish into the house. The smell of lemons and citrus penetrate my nostrils, bringing a smile to my face from the familiar scent. My grandparents’ house had this same fragrance after Grandma spent the day deep cleaning.
“He’s down there in his special palace. Go on down. Tell him I said he’s hit his quotas on cigars before the day.” Mrs. Revish winks before walking away from the open door where stairs lead to a basement.
Taking the steps, I mentally gather my thoughts so I can have them together to communicate to Mr. Revish without fumbling over my words.
“Oh. Hi, Rakai. I thought you were my wife coming to rag on me about this cigar,” Mr. Revish says, looking in my direction when I reach the final step.
The look on Mr. Revish’s face is reminiscent of someone caught in the act of something they know is wrong. The smoke billowing from the cigar in his mouth has to be why his wife sent a word for him.
