Iris wasn't used to much, she was just a hardworking woman with no past, present, or future. She had no life and found a man that could upgrade her, but the way they meet is far from the usual. She had her doubts, as did he but the two build an empi...
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"Killa, be careful," I said rolling my eyes, he was being so rough with the bathing suit but of course he didn't care cause he paid for it. He could buy me thousands but he couldn't take it off to save his life.
"I know what I'm doing," he chuckled.
"Sure you do," I widened my eyes and felt his hands come forward, rubbing on my breasts making me smirk down.
"You know this, first hand," he said into my ear, making my body tingle. His hands went underneath the bikini top. I could feel his thumb pressing down on my nipples as his lips sucked my neck.
His hands went down into my bottoms, his finger rubbing against my clit and he pulled me into his lap as he played with my pussy. I was letting him have his way, and I probably wanted it more than he did anyways.
"You stay so fucking wet," He chuckled against my neck and pumped his fingers in and out of me making me moan at his touch.
I just giggled and felt him grow from underneath me and he knew I wanted him bad. His dick was so fat and long I could ride him til I passed out. His stroke game was top tier, best sex I've ever had was with him. I couldn't even count how many times he hit when we got home from dinner in Mexico.
Kilante unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down just enough for his dick to have room. I knew we couldn't go for hours, he had a lot of things to do. But he made time for me cause I wanted to show off my outfits and bathing suits. And I guess we could get a quickie in while we're both here.
I felt his third leg slap against my ass, Killa pushed the bikini to the side. He inserted himself inside me making me let out a soft moan, bringing my arm back to hold on his head. His arm wrapped around my waist as he pounded himself into me, it was the right amount of penetration and the speed that he was going made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Shit! Kilante," I cried out, turning toward him. His tongue brushed against my lips making me open my mouth. His tongue was going every which way. I couldn't keep up with him, he was miles ahead and I was still trying to focus on catching my breath.
"Yo' shit so perfect baby, damn you got a nigga ready to cum already," he broke the kiss and threw his head back just a tad.
"Hold it, daddy," I bit down on my lip as he kept hitting my spot making me want to cum all over him. "Keep fucking me,"
"Oh, I'm gone do that regardless," he chuckled and put his lips on my neck. My breath hitched and I couldn't contain my amusement, I'm sure the maids could hear my screams from downstairs.
Kilante flipped me onto the bed, my face down on the mattress as I felt him reinsert himself. My fingers clenched onto the bedspread, my ass clapping against him was like music to my ears. I tried matching his rhythm and threw my ass back on him.
