Trinity Smith has been starving for more out of her marriage to Meech. Three years in and she feels alone, untouched, and unsatisfied. Especially behind closed doors. The spark is gone, and no matter how hard she tries, it feels like she's begging f...
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"W-What are you talking about?"
Trinity felt the wall hit her back once backing up, the painted surface against her robe as she tried to find space to breathe. But there was no escaping Dayvon. He stood close, so close that she could feel the heat from his body, and smell the faint scent of cologne that clung to his clothes.
His presence was all-consuming, and it made her pulse race.
"What's the matter, Trinity? You act like you don't know wassup. So cut allat playing dumb shit"
His eyes remained on hers, dark and intense, with a smirk that hinted at something deeper. He took another step forward, closing the last bit of distance between them, his breath warm against her cheek.
Trinity's heart pounded in her chest. She tried to avoid his gaze, but his eyes were like magnets, pulling her in. She knew she should resist, should tell him to step back, but the words were caught in her throat. Dayvon had this way of making her question everything, of making her want things she knew she shouldn't.
"Dayvon, we can't..." She began, but her voice was weak, lacking the firmness she intended. Deep down, she wanted him. So badly that her pussy was throbbing intensely. She wanted to feel his strong arms around her, his lips on hers, and his dick stretching her out.
It was dangerous and thrilling, like dancing on the edge of a cliff.
"Why not? You ain't happy wit' him. I can tell" Dayvon leaned in, his lips just inches from hers. "You keep fronting, but I know whatchu want. You want me to take care of you, to make you feel good, have you screaming my name. I can do that, Trinity. I can give you everything you need. Just give me the green light baby"
Trinity's resolve was crumbling, her defenses slipping away like sand through her fingers. Von's touch was electric, his hand brushing against her arm, his fingers trailing along her skin. And the space seemed to get smaller as if the whole world was closing in to force them together.
"Look at me," The man then whispered, his voice so soft she could barely hear it over the sound of her racing heartbeat while he grabbed her by the chin gently to draw her attention. "Let me show you what you've been missing. Let me be the one to make you feel good. I promise I won't disappoint. I'll give you life and so much more"
Trinity whimpered, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. The throbbing between her legs was undeniable, the dampness spreading across her inner thighs. It was as if her body had already decided, even if her mind still hesitated.
And just like that, her lips softly brushed against his, causing her eyes to flatter close. However, Von paused, giving her a moment to pull away, but she didn't. She couldn't.
So without a thought, he continued and finally let his lips meet hers by gently smashing their lips together. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly grew more intense. His lips pressed against hers with purpose, his hand sliding behind her neck to hold her in place.
