YOUR NOT GOING NO MOTHERFUCKING WHERE!" he said to her while getting in her face harshly though gritted teeth as her eyes started to burn from the forming tears
"YOU GONE DIE WITH ME, get use to this shit" he said as he back up staring at her with...
As they finally boarded the private jet, they prepared themselves for the flight to their destination. The pilot prepared them for takeoff, and the couple spent their time laughing, talking, and asking each other questions they had never thought to ask.
They wanted to know each other on a deeper level, having met themselves on a deeper level during their time apart and wanting to continue that connection.
Leandrew didn't know if he could love her any more than he already did, but he felt that he could. He always felt indescribable feelings when he was around her. She made him feel as if he never needed another drug again because she was his high.
He never wanted to imagine his life without her again.
During the flight to Puerto Rico, Leandrew couldn't help but get excited about all the adventures he had planned for him and his lover.
In her presence, she made him feel like a child in a candy store.
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Leandrew led them through the beautiful mansion, while his security unloaded their luggage inside. Naomi followed closely behind him, holding his hand. She admired the lovely home, appreciating every detail. She began to wonder how much money he actually had.
He always showed her the most beautiful things and places—the kind of things a person only dreams of visiting in their lifetime.
Finally, he brought her to their large bedroom, and her mouth slightly fell open. It was beautiful. The sun was just starting to set, and a gentle breeze came through the open glass doors to the surrounding patio. She dropped her Chanel purse on the bed before turning to Leandrew. He stared back at her with a relaxed demeanor. As she walked up to him, he grabbed her face on each side, pressing his face against hers so they could kiss passionately. She could tell that he had really thought this out and wanted it to be perfect for her.
"I love it, papa," Naomi said as she pulled away from the kiss, biting down on her lip hard. She was so thankful for him and all the things he did for her.
"Anything for you, baby girl," he said, grabbing her face so she could kiss him again, taking all the control. She felt her pussy begin to thump in the lace thong she wore, making her moan while still in the passionate embrace. He moved his hand to touch between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the spandex leggings. She felt her pussy already wet. She bit down on her bottom lip, making her squirm. Immediately, she reached for his hand to stop him from going any further, knowing where it would lead.
"Not yet, Papa. Okay, just telling you longer."Naomi stated with pleading eyes watched him blow out a slow breath, understanding completely that he just didn't know how much longer he could wait. He needed her. He wanted her like a bad drug. He was addicted to her. He could still taste her flesh on his tongue, as if he had just eaten it, even though he hadn't eaten her pussy in 5 months, 16 days, and 10 hours.
