Page 53 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings 2: The Finale
“All of my underwear seems to have disappeared, and all I have are these bikini-style panties left in their place,” I complained, rubbing lotion together between my hands and looking down at myself.
Simpering, Staten kept his eyes on the computer screen. The panties I had now hugged my pussy just right and left my ass cheeks on display, which I know he was a major fan of. When the kids were asleep and I moved through the house in that shit, he was ready to give it to me any time, any place.
“You tripping. Probably just overlooking them,” he replied, swiping a hand down his beard and squinting at the screen.
“Trust me, I would know. I went through all the laundry, my drawers, and even started going through Tavi and Piaget’s drawers, thinking maybe it got mixed up with their stuff, but I don’t wash my clothes with theirs. They are definitely missing.” I moved toward the bed and pulled the covers down on the other side. “And these new panties all have tags on them, Staten!” I swatted him with my hand, which left him falling over laughing.
“I don’t know what you talking about, mama.”
“Oh, I think you do! You took my panties!” I grabbed a pillow and swung on him.
“Aye, I’m working!” He snatched the pillow and threw it to the foot of the bed.
Sliding closer, I slammed his laptop shut and nudged it off to the side before straddling him.
“I got something you can work,” I quipped, seduction lacing my words as my arms fell across his shoulders.
His dick was already responding to my softness while his muscular arms encased me in a tight embrace. Staten’s touch was different from any other man I’d ever been with. Not only was there love in every sweep of his fingers or brush of his hand against me, but it radiated through his eyes when he looked at me too. It was nice to know that whatever had possessed me was doing the same to him and that this wasn’t some one-sided love affair.
“You trying to get put to sleep, Cam?”
“It’s only right,” I mumbled before our mouths fused together and our tongues greeted one another.
It didn’t take much effort for me to come out of my panties. Staten’s warm, rough hands were all over me until I was stretched across his bed in nothing but my birthday suit. He admired me from every angle, stroking my thighs before grabbing me at the waist and flipping me over onto my stomach. A shudder swept through me, and I tried to anticipate his next move. He pulled my ass into the air, positioning me on all fours before diving in for a sweet treat. The flick of his tongue against my bud instantly had me gripping a handful of sheets.
“Mmm, shit,” I moaned, throwing my head back as he devoured me like a delicacy.
His warm tongue flattened against my lower lips, and I swear he sucked a piece of my soul in that moment. The buildup in my stomach as he flicked and slurped until I was leaking like a bad pipe had me on edge. My stomach clenched, and a sudden surge of pleasure ripped through me, paralyzing me.
“The only time you ever posing like that again is for me, mama. You understand?” he demanded in a low, sexy growl.
“Mmm, yes!”
“Yes what?” Staten slapped my ass, sending the sound echoing off the walls of his bedroom as he slipped one finger into my slot, then another.
“Mmm, yes, daddy!”
“Good fucking girl.” He stroked me until his fingers were coated in nothing but my sweet honey, and he licked them clean before positioning his pole at my middle. Plunging inside me, Staten groaned sexily, and I almost came off that sound alone. His throbbing third leg rested inside my walls, which clenched around him in a tight grip when he tried to pull out.
“Fuck, Cam! This shit wet as fuck!”
Throwing my ass back, I swirled in a circle motion every time I reached the tip but never let him fully pull out as I rode his shit. His fingers dug into my sweaty flesh, and our rhythm somehow synced until nothing but our panting and skin slapping filled the airwaves.
“Staten, I’m about to cum,” I whimpered, my almond-shaped nails clawing at the covers.
“I know.” He thrust himself into me in even strokes, each one sending me further to the brink.
“I feel that shit.” Looking down, he watched himself slide in and out of my sopping middle.
I was right on the edge when he buried himself inside me and paused. As he swirled his hips, my walls clamped around his dick as I came hard, nearly blinded by the strength of the orgasm taking over.
“Shit,” Staten grunted, slowly pulling out after spilling his seeds inside me.
He shifted so that he could collapse beside me, and you couldn’t tell me that the earth hadn’t shifted. Our lips met in a rushed but deep kiss when he landed beside me. Our tongues nastily lapped together until we were both breathless. Lifting his head, those warm amber eyes I loved canvassed me carefully.
“You know we probably made a baby, right?”
“What’s one more around here?” I kidded.
