Never Let IT Die

Never Gonna Stop...

        Cookie finally had some time to herself, and she didn't know WHAT the fuck to do. She finally decided to put some music on and went through her playlists, stopping on Beyoncé's album 'Beyoncé', then headed to her kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of XO Hennessy. She was just lifting the glass up to her lips when her peace was interrupted by a knock on her door. She scrunched up her face, then glanced at her phone. 11:47. Hmmm... Who ever this was, must didn't know who they were fucking with! She sighed, put her glass down on the coffee table, and headed to the door. She hesitated, then popped the locks, and swung the door opened to.... Lucious. There was an awkward silence as they observed each other almost as hard as they did when she first got out. "Hey..." She finally said, breaking the silence. "Hey..." He said back, then swallowed hard as she stepped aside to let him in. He walked inside and stood by her couch as she locked her doors, then turned back to her. "Sooo... You want a drink?" She asked him, nervous. And why shouldn't she have been? Knowing Lucious Lyon, when he came to you personally, he wanted something. And from the way his eyes kept roaming her body, she knew EXACTLY what that was. He followed her into the kitchen, his eyes straight on her ass. Thank God for leggings! His mind screamed out. They stopped at her cabinet, where she grabbed the brandy and a glass. "Why haven't you been coming to work?" He hurriedly asked her. She turned around, his glass and ice in her hand. What kinda question was that? "Lucious, I couldn't, well, I guess..." She said, stumbling over her words. She sighed and finally said, "I guess my heart just wouldn't allow it." And turned back to making his drink. Without her even knowing, he started to creep closer and closer to her. Hell, at this point, he wasn't even controlling his body... Her head cocked to one side as she mixed the drinks, left the right side of her neck perfectly exposed. As soon as his hands found their way around her waist, she froze and the bottle hit the counter. He rubbed her thighs and started to softly kiss her neck. She leaned back, just a bit into him. His hands roamed her body just as his eyes were, and stopped at the top of her leggings, before he could go any further, she'd turned around and pulled him for a kiss. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, grabbed her thighs, lifted her up, and proceeded to carry her to her bedroom. They crashed-landed onto the bed, and she ripped his shirt off while he helped her out of her leggings. He tried to stop himself, told himself way before all of this, told himself just relax everytime she graced his presence. And tonight, well, tonight was no different, He thought to himself as he got on top and slid inside of her, kissing her deeply. Nothing was gonna stop him this time, not Mal, not Anika, no one. Her moans only encouraged him to go deeper, harder, faster, whatever she liked. And tonight, God forbid his body gave up on him, tonight, no matter how much blood she drew from his back as she scratched it up, tonight he wasn't going to stop....................