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𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 𝟷𝟻, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺
"Ooh, please don't stop!"
Desperate pleas dripped from the lips of a seasoned lover. Her passionate cries flowed between the headboard knocking violently against the wall and their skin colliding with each other. Angelo stood behind her, knees pressed into the bed. His stroke was vigorous and steady, finding the perfect rhythm that they both enjoyed. Their chemistry was electrifying, always had been. The renowned fashion model gave him a thrill like no other.
"This my pussy, baby?" A question that he already knew the answer to. She wasn't his, but Angelo toyed with the idea of wanting her to be. Her beauty was ethereal, and the weapon she concealed between her legs was deadly. Other women didn't please him like a married woman with children.
When he didn't receive a response, Angelo shoved his full length inside of her and pressed his thumbs into the small of her back. The grip he had on her hips was bruising and to make a statement to her husband. "You heard me, Devon" He angled his dick to the left, just how she preferred it and stabbed her g-spot repeatedly. "Is this my pussy?"
"Ooh fuck!" The woman reached back, clawing at his arms. A clear signal for him to show her some kind of mercy. All he could focus on was no answer. Pinning both of her arms on her back, his dick plunged into dangerous territory. Her hips retreated and he snatched them right back down, forcing her to endure him tapping near her cervix. "Is it?"
"Yes!" She succumbed to him in a scream that could be heard from outside of his mansion. He smirked in satisfaction and eased out of her. His member was still solid and raw. Angelo found pleasure in being bare inside of her, but he wasn't a fool. Very seldom did he nut inside of Devon. Whenever he did, he forced her to get a plan b. As with all of his sexual partners, it was mandatory for her to get tested too. He knew for sure that she was sleeping with another man. There was a slight possibility that the slick woman had multiple side quests, too. He didn't put anything past Devon.
Turning her onto her back, he snaked her thighs around his head. His tongue lapped over her drenched mound that was swollen from his relentless pounding. Wrapping a hand around his stiff dick, he started to jerk himself off while finding her clit. He sucked on the key to her pleasure, making the spent woman below him shudder. It was her fourth time being on the brink of a climax. Devon was worn out, but tremendously satisfied. "Oh, Angelo"
Alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking on her clit, his hand pumped aggressively along the wet base of his hardness. Her wetness made it slick and easy to relieve himself. Pressure was building up inside. He needed this release. Soon, Devon was spilling into his mouth. That sent him over the edge. He grunted against her and his hips twitched slightly as a big load shot out of his dick. It was splattered on the sheets and his hand.
The couple took a brief moment to come down off the high they were on. Per usual, thick tension filled the air afterward. They'd been doing this same routine for two years straight with no results. Devon was still "happily married" in public and he was single. The latter shook off the awkwardness far better than the woman with a contractual obligation.
Angelo stood up, strolling into the adjacent bathroom with intentions to clean up. He was able to turn the shower on and adjust the temperature settings to his preference. "Angelo, what are we doing?" Devon quizzed him for the umpteenth time. She was a complication. He had gotten so used to her mood swings that the questions were expected. "Fucking" He stated plainly, stepping into the shower. He was nice enough to leave the glass door open for her.
"Don't you ever want more than that?" His head fell, a tight-lipped smile trapping what he really wanted to say to her. Devon knew he did. The first year of their affair, he was putty in her hands. She had broke his heart so many times with promises of leaving her husband. Excuse after excuse, she never fulfilled them. "Devon, get the fuck out my face with this shit, bro"
"Bro?" Her brows shot up high on her forehead, appalled by his audacity. He matched his previous energy and stood firm on it. "Yes, bro. That's what we are, bros" Angry chuckles emitted from her lips, head shaking with her leg. She was fuming. "Listen, I'm not one of these little girls that you mess-"
"Yeah, I know" He cut her off, already knowing the infamous speech. "I already know what you about to say so save that shit, Devon. I don't feel like hearing it. Just get your shit and go back to your husband. I'll see you when he makes you mad again"
She stood in the doorway with a look of shame displayed on her face. The fact that her actions were predictable now upset herself. Devon stalked out of the room, slamming the door closed behind her. That was her way of getting the last word.
By the time Angelo was done showering and brushing his teeth, he came out of the room to find her gone. The only trace of her was the aroma of aftersex lingering in the air. He ripped the sheets off the bed, balled them up, and flung them in the hallway. They almost hit the petite assistant that was coming through the door. "Hey! Watch out!"
"Sorry, Ana" He dropped the towel from around his waist casually, opening the drawer designated for his boxers. His assistant was used to seeing him naked. "I saw her leave out" Ana's voice was soft and sympathetic. "Are you okay?"
A long bout of silence came from him while he got himself dressed for the day. Sundays were a "chill" day for the shooting guard. Preseason was approaching. His last few days of freedom would be spent indulging in things that pleased him and couldn't get him in trouble. Wearing only jeans and an USC sweatshirt, he turned to her. "Yes. Can we fuck later?" He asked nonchalantly, bypassing her.
"Of course!" Ana responded excitedly, following him downstairs to the living room. The end of Mercedes' game was playing on the ninety inch television. He stared at the score of his brother's first home game of the season. The Vikings prevailed over the 49ers. "But I have something I need to tell you-"
Angelo held a finger up to stop her from talking. He was glued into his little brother's post-game interview because of the girl who was standing not too far behind him. His gaze narrowed in on what he was seeing.
"Mercedes, four receptions, a hundred and thirty-three yards, and a touchdown. It's only game two of the season and you're already putting up numbers. Vikings haven't lost yet. How are you feeling?" The bubbly blonde interviewer put the mic to his lips.
"Umm...I'm feeling good" He offered a warm smile. "I'm obviously proud of my team and my quarterback for stepping up. You know we lost our star rookie unfortunately in preseason, but I'm very confident in the quarterback we have now. He's getting the job done. As a team, we're getting it done so yeah" His eyes cut away from the camera, landing on the woman who was attempting to creep out of the camera's view. He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her to him. "Where you going?"
"Mercedes, who is this lovely lady?" The nosy journalist asked. He leaned into the other and away from the mic, letting her whisper something into his ear. Whatever she said made a large grin appear. "This my baby" He wrapped an arm around the short woman's shoulders, nestling her against his side. "This is my girlfriend, Nashea"
Angelo's heart dropped to the floor. Seeing his ex girlfriend from college wrapped around his little brother was a pain he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. His blood pressure rose quickly, bringing on a fierce headache. He couldn't hear another word they said. Their mouths were moving, but his eyes were fixed on the positioning of Mercedes' hands. They slipped from around her waist to her most notable assets in a subtle fashion. He had one hand hidden from the camera's view. Angelo knew he was rubbing on her ass, judging by the coy expression on her face and the "look" Mercedes was giving her. All men knew what that look meant. They wouldn't make it out the parking lot.
"Angelo" Ana called out to him. He projected his anger onto his assistant, spinning swiftly in her direction. "What, Ana, what?!" Her eyes widened, arms cradling her iPad into her chest. "It-It's your grandfather" She swallowed hard before delivering the bad news. "He's in the hospital and they're saying that he only has a few days left to live..."
