Before I got the chance to move down Moni traces the top of my shorts letting me know what she wants. I lift my body up breaking the kiss as I pull my shorts down letting my dick out.
"Oh my god," Harmony says. I look at her and follow her wide eye...
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Dewayne's POV
"Damn, bae... I'm sorry I made you feel that way."
My voice is low, but it lands heavy. The last thing I ever want is for Harmony to think she's on the back burner. She doesn't know how much of my drive—this whole fight with my father, this case I've been buried in—is because of her. I need to prove something to the world. And to myself. That I can carry legacy and love. That I can be the man she deserves.
And now... it's time I show her. Not with words—but with everything else I got.
I kiss her—slow, lingering—before sliding down between her legs. Her thighs are already trembling, spread wide like petals opening just for me. Her scent hits me instantly—sweet, wet, intoxicating.
I lick my lips, tasting her on the air.
Then I bury my tongue into her—deep and hungry—swirling slow around that soft, needy rosebud of hers. She gasps, arching hard off the bed as her hands cradle either side of my head. She's already coming undone and I haven't even given her the full show yet.
I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, then flatten it and glide slow circles over it. She shivers. Writhes.
The sound of her moans echo through the room like music—my name breaking from her lips over and over. I stay there, sucking, licking, tasting every drop of her sweetness like she's the only meal I'll ever need.
When her thighs start to twitch uncontrollably, I ease off—licking my lips, savoring her.
"Look how wet I got you," I murmur, eyes locked on hers as I stroke myself slowly. My dick throbs in my hand as I tap the tip over her soaked folds, smearing her slickness all over.
She whimpers and tries to shut her legs at the contact. I grip her thighs and force them back open.
"No. Keep them spread," I order, voice dropping a full octave.
Her breath hitches. Her legs shake.
My tip drags up and down her pussy—slow, teasing, maddening. She raises her hips to take me in, but I pull back and tap again over her clit.
"Wayne," she begs, the sound barely a whisper.
"Nah, you gone take what I give you," I growl, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down to the bed. "You wanna cum?"
"Yes—please!"
"Then cum for me."
I slap my tip against her clit—fast, precise. Her whole body seizes.
"Oh my... FUCK!" she screams, her back bowing off the bed as a gush of warm liquid sprays out of her—her thighs trembling, eyes wide with shock and bliss.
