Page 92 of Stoplight
“Ooh, baby,” she mumbled.
Rio’s tongue trailed down to her breasts, licking her nipples and leaving marks of passion. Cali’s head fell back, trying to control her breathing. The passion between them had been missing and she couldn’t believe it was present now. Or maybe she had been so wrapped up in her affair with Braye that she didn’t give Rio a chance to penetrate her heart? She left no room for him to establish himself as her lover. Back then, Cali consistently blocked his attempts, citing a lack of compatibility.
But what if that wasn’t the case? What if there had always been passion present and Cali had been too selfish to recognize it? The way her body burned from his licks and kisses should’ve been illegal. At this rate, she’d need an extinguisher to put out the blaze inside her frame.
“Oh fuck.” She doubled over, digging her black nails into his mocha skin.
Her walls thumped, drawing a climax that prompted Cali to grit her teeth. Cummin’ off of nipple play had never been something she experienced. She couldn’t believe she had been that raw for it to happen.
“Come ride this dick for me, baby.”
Cali gathered what strength she had left from her unforeseen orgasm and climbed on his dick. It was the perfect fit as she slid down gradually on it.
“Damn, I’ll never get over this pussy,” he grumbled, squeezing her sensitive nipples.
Cali bounced at a slow pace, trying to savor every vein and groove of his erection. However, her pussy was greedy, it wanted more so she picked up speed. Planting her hands on his chest, she moved her hips in a bucking motion.
“Damn, I love yo’ ass,” he confessed, slapping her ass.
She moaned, “I love you, too.”
Cali fucked him until her quads burned. Positioning herself on the balls of her feet, she bounced up and down on his dick, feeling her flesh quiver.
“Oh, this dick makes me weak!” she groaned.
Her eyes were squeezed shut as she circled her hips. Cali was in a state of bliss and never wanted to depart it.
“Cum with me.”
Rio slithered his hand up to her neck, pulling her down to meet his lips. The feverish kisses ignited an explosion within them both.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned.
“Fuck, Cali…”
Their flesh pumped in sync as they spilled traces of their intense fucking session. Heavy pants filled the room along with crooning in the background. It was intense and it was needed. Cali had never climaxed that hard in her entire life.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, searching his eyes for any discomfort.
“No, I told you I’m good.” He kissed her lips. “We need to make up for lost time.”
She grinned. “We do.”
“Do me a favor and turn around for me. I’m trying to feel your pussy for the rest of the night.”
Cali loved the sound of that as she turned and positioned herself on all four limbs.
One week later…
“Are you okay?”
Irish looked at Ivory then faced forward. She was back at her mother’s, doing her monthly check-in but this time, she had Ivory with her as a distraction. Hopefully, Daisy would engage more with her then they could leave, and she could forget about her until the next month arrived.
“Yeah, you know I hate doing this though.”
“I know.” Ivory touched her exposed arm. “We won’t be here long.”
Irish nodded and the two got out the car. Havenwood was still in the same shape with dirt patches in the grass. Toys were strewn across the lawn with people bumping loud music from their open windows. Irish hiked the small set of steps and rang the doorbell. The nudging of the curtain brought her attention to the window. Seconds later, the door opened, and Daisy revealed her disheveled self.
