Grey

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I walked into the house and smelled the sweetest scent wafting through the air and soft vibrations rocking the walls.

I headed towards the kitchen and the closer I got the louder the music became. SZA's voice came lulling through the kitchen doorway.

I stood at the entrance watching her bend down in front of the oven, she peaked in, I saw her grab a toothpick and check something on the top shelf and she looked please when she closed the oven and stood up again.

I looked at the counter and saw two plates carefully laid out. I could barely tell what was on em from the distance tho.

"How long are you going to stand there?" I heard her ask, I looked over and her back was turned to me, she was looking in the cupboards.

"How the fuck did you know I was here?" I asked, confused as fuck.

She laughed and turned around.

She started walking towards me a small smile on her face.

"Hi, baby." She said softly when she stood in front of me.

Don't ask me why my dick got hard the moment those words left her mouth.

I looked at her, drinking her in.

She was in a bra and some shorts.

Her pudge sitting right, my favorite place to lay my head.

I stepped back and took her in one more time.

"You look like a fucking snack right now." I said to her lowly.

She smirked and turned around, I watched her ass bounce as she walked to the stove and turned it off.

I watched her put the plates in the food warmer on the counter and turn around to face me.

"How was your day?" She asked me, leaning against the counter top.

"Fine." I replied, walking towards her, slowly.

"Did you finish your tracks?" She raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing.

"Yeah, sent them off before I left."

Fuck her body is amazing.

"Working tomorrow?" She asked.

"No idea." Almost there.

"How do you not know?" She retorted.

"Because I don't give a fuck." I said and I grabbed her, lifting her legs around my waist and resting her on the counter. I kissed her collarbone, her neck, her jaw, then I kissed her on the lips, pulling and tugging.

She let out a moan and my dick got even harder. I don't know how but that's exactly what fucking happened.

I had to have her.
Now.

I lifted her and she wrapped herself around my waist, she busied herself with kissing and sucking on my neck, pulling my plaits back and tugging on them.

I took her to the living room and sat on the couch so that she was straddling my lap.

I looked at her.
Really looked at her.

She's incredible man.

Her breasts, she says they're small, but I say they're perfect, her nipples and areolas, perfect.

I thought this to myself as I slipped them out of her bra, wrapping my tongue around her nipple, as I grabbed her ass.

I could feel her heartbeat speeding up and her chest rising and falling and the moans erupt from her chest. I pressed her closer to me by holding her by her back and wrapped my arms around her.

"Jacques." She whispered.

My dick answered.

She felt it, it showed.

I laid her on the couch, pulling her shorts off, then pulling my pants down.

My chains were clanking together, cutting through the silence in the room.

Breaking the peace.

But her moans and screams and shouting of my name, in pure pleasure.

That sound caressed the silence as if it was there just for it.

I love that sound.

I love this girl.

And she gon love this di...