Uyangijabulisa

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Viewers discretion is advised, mature scene ahead. Not advised for persons under the age of 18.

"I hope you have information," I say into my phone. I'm in my study, the furthest room from my bedroom, also sound proof, so even if Rorisang wakes up, she won't hear anything through the walls or the doors.

"Yes baas. It was Quinton and his guys. Apparently there's a target on your back because of the new shipment. It's going to put many men out of business," my right hand, Scelo, says. He's been working for me ever since my dad made me take over. I lied to Rorisang, I had to. At least for now.

"Fucking Quinton! He messed with the wrong guy. You don't need me to tell you what needs to be done right?" I check. He's the best right hand man. He knows when to act without instruction from me, basically, he knows how to read me, which I feel is important for our line of work.

"Already on it baas. The boys are with me, it's gonna be done as soon as we get off the phone," he says. See?

"Good, I'll come to the warehouse tomorrow after dropping Rorisang off." Hanging up, I place my non-traceable phone in the safe and head out my office. In my room, the woman who came into my life and changed the trajectory by just breathing, is sleeping soundly in my bed, looking like the missing piece. Every time I look at her, the words 'where have you been all my life' ring loud.

I could definitely get used to this, coming to bed after a long day to her soft skin and bountiful hips, light snores and peaceful face. I get in bed, pull her to me and smile when she wiggles into me until she is settled, her round ass right on me. I can feel Mr. Man getting excited already.

She smells nice, sweet like berries. Is it her perfume or body lotion? Whatever it is, I can't get enough of it. I pull her closer again, dipping my head in her neck and taking a huge whiff, she's so soft and she smells so good. I feel a little bad when she starts squirming.

"What?" she mumbles through her sleep. It's only been an hour since I told her I was going to shower, but she sounds like I just woke her up from a deep sleep. I can't help myself. She is in my bed, within my arms. Really, I am purely acting on impulses. And she is receptive to my every action.

"Wake up, I want to kiss you," I tease, testing the waters. I know she's tired, but I really need to be in between her legs, even if it's just a taste. I bet she tastes as sweet as she smells.

"Thabo," she groans, but turns either way. I smirk, she's as drawn to me as I am to her. I've never waited as long as I had with anyone to be physical like I have with her. I know she is different from every other girl, I've known it since the first time I laid my eyes on her.

It's why I had gone MIA the first week. I needed to get my affairs in order. Introducing a woman into my lifestyle is risky. Loose ends had to be tied, top security had to be applied. The moment my vulnerability was spotted, these vultures wouldn't waste time in sinking their claws. And for the past six weeks, things had been going great, until today.

"Give me a kiss baby," I command lowly, trying to distract myself from today's events, but also greedy to feel her close. Her eyes slightly open before she reaches for my face, warm palm resting on my cheek before her lips touch mine. She's warm and sweet and feels like paradise. I drink her in, taking as much as I can, as much as she will allow me.

"Mhmm," she moans in to my mouth, leg going over my thighs. The warmth that hits me is instant, my dick constricts in my briefs at the thought of her honeypot.

"Can I touch you?" I pull away to ask and her eyes open, shining with arousal.

"I need you," she whispers, almost making me loose control. I dive for her lips again, hand traveling down until I reach her panties, pussy warm and exposed for easy access. I navigate my fingers behind the material of her underwear, and they meet moist. I go delirious, letting my finger glide over her wetness. She shudders.

"You're so wet for me baby," I groan, pulling away from her lips and straight to her neck, where I discovered her sweet spot to be. She moans, back aching and chest pressing into me. Her thighs tighten, trapping my arm between them. And that's when I pinch her nub.

"Ohh!" she screams, fingers digging into my hips.

"You like that?" I ask, smirking as I pinch her again. She screams, pooling even more.

"Yess!" she yells, grinding her wet pussy against my hand. "More," she begs. And then I start to flick against her sensitive nub. She moans, screams and scratches my back, causing me to smile like a deranged man. I listen to what her body needs, and then give her exactly that.

"Cum for me love," I encourage when I feel she's close. Her nub throbs, my pace quickens and then like clockwork, she releases into my hand.

"Thabo!" she screams her way through her orgasm
as I ride it out with her. And then, without warning, and with a quickness, I push her off gently and situate my head between her thighs.

"I'm gonna make you cum and scream my name until morning," I warn her. She probs herself up on her elbows, looking down at me with angel eyes and  a satisfied grin on her face. She's so beautiful, aroused and glowing in the aftermath of climax, at the mercy of my fingers.

"Ple-oh!" I don't let her finish before I'm in that wetness, drinking her in. She loves it, I know she does because she's grinding against my face, chasing her own high. My hands press her thighs apart, unhinging her beast as I flick, suck, thrust into her with my tongue and mouth. "Ahhhh yes, ah yes, Thabooo!" she yells. I don't stop, sucking her through her climax and continuing through her shaking legs.

"Thabo, baby," she whines, hands coming to my head and pressing me deeper into her. I smirk against her pussy lips. She's one hungry girl. Deciding to change things up, I pull away mid tongue stroke and stare into her eyes. She whines, this time in disagreement.

"Sit on my face, will you do that for me baby?" Her eyes go wide, doubt clouding her face.

"Are you sure? I'm not small by any means," she says, biting her lips nervously. I smirk, if I die with her on my face, I will die a happy man. She's so cute, I bet she doesn't even know just how much.

Instead of responding verbally, I lie down flat and look up. "Are you coming?"

"Okay." Music to my fucking ears. She squats over my face. I know what she's doing, so I pull her flush against me, soft thighs engulfing me. She lets out a surprised o, supporting herself with the headboard.

"You good up there?" I ask her.

"Yeah, are you good down there?" I chuckle.

"Never been better." And then, I stick my tongue out and get to work.