Ava Bonetti

Part 3 Quincy

Quincy woke up to the best feeling he'd had in a few weeks. By her slurping, and moaning, and the feel on his pole, he knew she was giving him her amazing top. He groaned. She was a surgical with her head. He missed her mouth, business has had him extremely busy so this was one of the first times he'd seen her in three weeks besides last night, so he knew this was her "I-missed-you" head. He groaned and ran his fingers through her soft, natural hair. He loved her hair out instead of when she wore weave. She's say because she had too much hair and didn't like how some styles look on her natural hair vs weave. He thought she looked so sexy with her hair out and no make up on. Yet, she liked playing in both. He felt himself about to nut then grabbed her up, cause that wasn't happening, not yet. He put both of her legs up beside her head, and drove inside her, giving her deep slow strokes. Ava was extremely flexible so he always enjoyed sex with her. He actually couldn't get enough. She had that loving that you'd kill over and she'd told him plenty times if he gave his monster away to another chick she'd kill him and the chick, he laughed it off but she was serious. "OHHH- Q!!!" She shrieked erupting already, he only hit her spot a couple of times. He smirked and continued hitting her with baby making strokes. "Who's shit is this?" He asked hitting her deeper. She whimpered, eyes rolling back. "Who's is it Ava?!" He hissed. "YOURS DADDY!!!! MMM-," she shrieked some more. He pulled out and grabbed her up out of bed. He wrapped her legs around his shoulders and laid down some crazy pipe. He had her eyes rolling, her screaming, moaning, whimpering, biting, scratching and gasping. She just had to get him back, she began riding him. She bounced on top of him. He bit his lip. She then twerked on his pole. She was squeezing her muscles giving him a death grip, he moaned. She felt him finally tensing up, nearing his peak and so she flipped around in his favorite position. Reverse cowgirl. She clapped her round plump butt as she bounced on his pole. He bit his lip and smacked her behind. She grinded on it, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She tightened her muscles, he was almost there, she did her final move, inching up to the top of his pole, her cat still gripping him, but only his thick head. She looked back at him and smirked. He looked at her too with nothing but lust in his eyes then she spread her legs into a split and dropped, lightly but effectively. Hitting his favorite move ever. That was it. He'd erupted so hard as she continued bouncing it made no sense. He'd shot an army of his little soldiers inside the condom. Only she could make him erupt this hard. She erupted shortly after for the fourth time. Ava collapsed on his chest, panting. After she caught her breath she looked over at him and purred, "Goodmorning Daddy."
He smirked at her. "Goodmorning gorgeous," he said. She blushed and smiled shyly. Her smile brightened up his whole day. Her dimple would deepen and eyes would twinkle. She was irresistible. She scooted closer. "How long you here for?" She asked. "Til tomorrow morning, I got a meeting at 12 though," he admitted about to sit up yet she jumped on top of him, and laid across him. "No-," she whimpered. "Boo for real- I gotta get up," he admitted. "No-," she whined giving him her famous pouty face. "Babe please- stay, I don't have class today. I'm going to be so bored," she complained. "I got you when I get back, you can handle it. It's 10:30 now, I gotta take a shower," he said checking his phone. "Baby-," she whined trying once more. She kissed his neck, and chin. As much as he wanted to stay- and lay up in her all day, he knew he couldn't, he had an important meeting he'd came to Miami for. To meet with his trusted men that worked from around the world, from the east coast, to foreign countries. Him and his 5 trusted men all made a pact at 20, they all split up amongst the world, and start from the ground up. Now, all of them were top niggas. Q came to Miami because his second biggest customer, Los in Cali, was coming up short yet he knew Los was just peeling off on the low and that only meant one thing- teach everyone watching what the consequences of being greedy get you. He knew it could bring a war- but Los's little army was nothing compared to the whole west coast army Q had right in his back pocket. He was the supplier. The boss. If it happened to get out of hand which would be completely absurd, all he had to do was get his trusted men in it, and there wouldn't be a place Los could run without his head on a silver platter. "Baby are you listening to me?" She whined snapping him out his thoughts. He stared at her beautiful face and stroke her hair out her face. "Nah boo- my fault but I gotta go," he complained. "Baby-," she whined as he lift them both. "Chill out Ava, I'm coming back," he said climbing out bed.