(In the process of editing and filling plot holes lol) If the term "fuck around and find out" was a person it'd be Erin Whitaker. Being sold at the age of 18, she's back five years later with revenge on her mind. No one is gonna get in her way excep...
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SMUT WARNING (Blame google translate for later)
Coby keeps a firm grip on my thigh as he pulls into his garage. The car ride from the club to here was silent with tension. I mean the air is thick, swirling desire and lust.
At first, I thought Coby was having second thoughts but the way he was speeding and how his fingers kept creeping higher and higher...
Almost let out a sigh of relief when we pulled up but the mischief in his eye told me the night was just beginning.
Coby opens my door and helps me out of the car before leading me through his home. If the anticipation wasn't killing me, I'd take the time to appreciate just how beautiful this damn house is.
High glass windows, tall ceilings with beige and black decor. Coby presses a button that dims the lights and activates the artificial fireplace. I take note of the big ass tv that hangs above the fireplace and the black lounge couch that sits across from it. Beyond the couch, through the glass, is a pool that glistens crystal blue.
How much does this man make?
I'm pulled out of my thoughts and into the kitchen.
"Be right back"
Coby disappears into the pantry that looks big enough to transport your ass to Narnia and I take a look around. Why does this man have a kitchen that looks like bakers heaven, if he can't cook? The cabinets look huge. The refrigerator had three doors and the stove immaculate. I knew I grew up poor cause I ain't never seen no shit like this. The only thing that's throwing me off is the bar on the counter. What's this for?
I hear the fridge open behind me and Coby takes out cherries and whipped cream then places them next to the chocolate and caramel sauce on the counter.
"We making sundaes?"
Coby smirks while pulling out his handcuffs
"Something like that"
He presses his body against mine and peers down at me. Coby presses his lips against mine but not in a kiss
"You trust me, baby?"
"Yes"
Clink. Metal clamps against my wrist as Coby hands cuffs me to the bar on the counter.
So that's what this is for
Due to the angle, I'm forced to face the counter. Coby pushes against my ass and feel his hard on.
Bitch, imma die tonight
Coby firmly grips the bar in front of us and takes my ear between his teeth
"I wanted to wait. I wanted to make this special for you"
He kisses down my neck
"I'm talking rose petals and a nice dinner. Wine while we're in my hot tub. Throwing your legs over my shoulders, tasting you while the jets work your back"
