Never Let IT Die

Top Of The Morning To You

    Lucious's Place
     The Next Morning

Lucious groaned as he hit the snooze button on his phone, and rolled over. He barely got any sleep because Cookie was up all night, screaming about her cravings. And when he got her the hot wings, cheese fries, pickles, crab rangoon, cheese eggs, and the other 100 things, she claimed they were too hot, and made him blow on every single thing that she was about to put in her mouth. But he did it, and by the time he'd grabbed some scissors to cut open her pickle, she was asleep. He watched her through drowsy eyes as she slept. God, was she a crazy woman! But she was his crazy woman, and as long as he had breath in his body, he would take care of her. He sighed, getting up to use the bathroom, did his hygiene, and when he walked back into the room, she still was asleep. "Babe... Wake uuuup!" His even raspier morning voice called out as he softly shook his love. She rolled onto her back, starfish position. "Hm?" She said quietly, still half asleep. "It's time to get up, love..." Annnnd. Silence. "Coooookie..." He lovingly whispered down towards her as he shook her harder. She blindly slapped his hand. "Leave me alone, fo I cut yo dick off man!" She sleepily exclaimed. He grinned and nodded. If she wanted to play, they could play that game... He climbed up quietly, under the covers with her, in between her spread legs,(Mind you, she's still in starfish position)from the foot of the bed. Once he reached the top of the bed, hovering over her as she still slumbered on, he started bombarding her neck with kisses, while rubbing her sweetness through her gown. She moaned in her sleep as he bit down on her neck. He smirked as her breath started to quicken when he slid his hand up her thigh, under the gown. "Still not up? OK..." In one motion, he'd pulled the gown over her hips, ripped off her underwear, and plunged 2 fingers inside of her wetness, causing her to gasp in her sleep. She shifted around, eyes still closed as she tried to pry his hand away from her area. He pulled his fingers out, as she whimpered. "Damn Cooks..." He whispered, admiring the wetness that coated his fingers. He quickly sucked all of her juices of his fingers, then slid down, meeting with her nookie face to face. He ran his middle finger down her slit, then dove right in, making her hips buck at the unexpected contact. He held her still the best he could, now holding one thigh in each hand. She arched her back off the bed as she shuddered, combing her fingers through his hair, then grabbing his ear, her claws pressing into his neck and ear skin, she came. And yet, still he continued to eat, with her now damn falling off the bed to try and get away from his mouth. "OK LUCIOUS GOD DAMN IT, I-IM WOKE!"..............

Short lil chapter... But hell, I'm just glad I'm writing, cuz that writer's block was kicking my ass up and down the street! But, yeah... And I didn't include the "who fell" part cuz truth be told, I didn't want Rhonda dead, for I knew she was gonna be the one. And that pissed me off. RIP😥😇😂😂