Faith

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Amaiya

“Is there a Mrs. Alexander in hea?”

Laughing at Jaire’s call, I went back to packing out kitchen utensils I brought over from my apartment.

“So yeen answering me.”

Before I could say anything, he spanked me causing me to drop the spoons.

“Jaire!”

“My bad babe.”

Bending over to pick them up, I heard him moan lightly.

“What has gotten into you?” I stood up instantly.

Turning around, he approached me, backing me into the counter.

“You.” He licked his lips.

“Babe.”

“Yes?”

“Stop it.” I laughed nervously.

“Stop what?”

“Jaire?” I fussed.

Leaning into me, he began kissing on the right side of my neck, swirling his tongue on the spot.

“Oh God.”

Moving over to my ear, he whispered.

“Daddy’s hungry.”

That alone just did it for me. The spoons I had in my hands dropped again just before he lifted me and sat me on the counter. Looking me in my eyes, I cupped his face and pulled him into me, kissing him. As the passion in us clearly showed, I knew at that moment I was ready.

“Babe?” I whispered in his ear as he sucked on my neck.

“Mmm.”

“I’m ready.”

Immediately stopping, he looked at me.

“Come again?”

“I’m ready.”

“Ya sure?”

“Yes.” I laughed.

“But yeen got no bed hea?”

“I’m comfortable right where I am.” I smirked.

“Awe shit.” He said excitedly.

Kissing me again, this time we both began to undress ourselves.

“Damn you're beautiful.” He stared at me.

Taking one of my breast into his mouth, I moaned instantly. The way he took control of my body was everything. Making his way down the center of my body, he then placed a kiss on my inner thigh before sucking and leaving his mark.

“Oh God!” I breathed out as his tongue brushed against my clit.

Not being able to contain myself as he orally pleased me, it didn't take much longer for me to have an orgasm.

Standing up straight, he rubbed on me, basically spreading my wetness all over. Smiling at how I felt, he gently inserted one finger in me. Feeling the sensation, he took his time with me.

After some time went by, he kissed me to distract me from him putting in another finger. Moaning against his lips at the slight discomfort, using his thumb he massaged my clit to stimulate me more before, moving his fingers in and out of me.

“Ya ready?” He asked as he pecked my lips.

“Yes.” I whispered.

Removing his fingers, he held his fully erect member in his hand after adjusting me to the edge of the counter.