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Onika Maraj Manhattan Penthouse
October 30
"Damn," he chuckled deeply, his voice low and rough as he came up from between my legs. I couldn't help but smile, my breath still catching from the moment.
His buff shoulders and smooth chocolate skin glistened in the dim light, making me bite my lip without even thinking.
He leaned in, his lips meeting mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue, the intimacy of it making my heart race.
"This mine, right?" he asked, his voice softer now, but still holding that possessive tone that always made me weak.
I looked up at him, locking eyes with the man I'd fallen so deeply in love with.
"Yes, baby," I whispered, barely able to find my voice.
He stared into my eyes for a moment longer, his gaze softening with that love I knew so well, before pressing his lips back against mine.
We kissed deeply, our mouths moving in sync, and for a moment, nothing else mattered-just the feel of him, the way his touch grounded me.
This is the Tre I fell so hard for. I don't know what happened.
He broke the kiss, his breath warm against my lips.
"I have to go out of town," he said, his voice firm. "I don't know how long, but my pussy better be untouched when I get back."
He gave me a gentle tap on the side of my leg as he got up, heading to the bathroom.
I leaned up slightly, still feeling the wetness between my legs, my body buzzing from the heat of the moment.
A few minutes later, he came back with a warm rag in his hand, his expression softening as he approached me.
"Lay back, ma," he said with a quiet chuckle. I laughed softly, shaking my head, but did as he asked, laying back on the bed.
He began to clean me up, his touch surprisingly tender. But just as I was starting to relax, I gasped, feeling his thumb start to circle my clit.
The sensation sent a jolt through my body, my breath hitching as I looked up at him.
"Relax, baby," he murmured, that same smirk on his face, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.
As his thumb circled my clit, I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips, my body instinctively arching toward his touch. My breath grew ragged, and I bit my lip, trying to steady myself, but it was impossible with the way he was teasing me.
"I thought... you had to go," I managed to say between shaky breaths, my voice a little higher, betraying how badly I was affected.
He smirked, his thumb still moving in slow, deliberate circles.
