Fuck (Mature)

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The rising sun shines through the blinds of Vons' room, highlighting the sweat beads falling down his back

"Oh my God Von, fuck" Chelsea moans loudly, feeling the deep strokes of Von

"Yeah baby, take that dick" Vons' raspy voice was music to Chelsea's ears

Chelsea was one of Von's top 3 eaters so she was over often. She was just some random TikTok influencer while Von owned his own business, Too P.

"I'm about to- omg" Chelsea moaned out, tears brimming her eyes

"You cum for me when I tell you to" Von growled choking her. Her pussy was average, nothing to boast about but I guess it was good enough for him to keep fucking right?

"Yes daddy " Chelsea moaned out, tears streaming down her face. She was taking every inch, as she should

Von was deep inside Chelsea like a good book, he wrapped his hand in her hair pulling her close so her ear was to his mouth.

Licking & nibbling on her ear "Now you can cum"

Just like a button was pushed, Chelsea covered Von's dick. That didn't mean he was finished..

"Come eat it up" Von demanded, sitting with his legs open & waiting.

After Chelsea sucked the nut outta Von, he escorted her out & now he could prepare for the day.

The weather was nice & warm, Von didn't have any plans besides to check on his business & grab some groceries to meal prep & make dinner.

Von cleansed himself & his fit consisted of a Too P shirt, True Religion jeans & Jordan 11s. He felt like he never had to try too hard when it came to dressing, cause bitches gon' flock regardless if you a fine ass nigga.

Walking inside Too P Clothing, business was booming. The line was moving fast to check out, people were shopping around & his staff didn't seem overwhelmed. Von made a beeline to the storage room to check inventory.

He took note of what his business and his team needed from him to continue to flourish.

"Wassup Von" Dre, the manager of Too P dapped him up

"Not shit, checkin inventory. You know the usual. What y'all want for lunch today?" Von chatted, he treated his staff to lunch at least once a week

"Bet cause people been buyin up them Too P crop tops & tank tops. And as far as lunch, anything but pizza" Dre laughed, his coworkers loved pizza but he wasn't a fan

"I peeped when I walked in & so ChikFila, East Coast Wings or Kickback Jacks?" Von listed off the closest restaurants

"Mmmm probably East Coast, you know Trinity don't like ChikFilA. She be sayin they got sweet meat" Dre suggested, laughing

"So East Coast Wings" Von laughed, he never heard that shit before bout ChikFilA

"Yeah, I'll get everybody's order & text you it"

"Good looks, Imma get in contact with our merchandiser"

Waving at his staff, Von exited the store. From his notes, he emailed the merchandiser the products Too P were running low on. From the email, the merchandiser confirmed the order & Von sent the order number to Dre.