Page 37 of A Kingpin’s Weakness

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. I could feel the hairs on her body stand up as my breath touched her body.

“I want you, Seth.”

It was something about the way my name rolled off her tongue. I was ready to taste every inch of Stormi’s body, but I needed her to want me like I wanted her. I needed her to crave me like I craved her.

I leaned down, kissing those soft lips of hers trying to control myself from taking over and giving Stormi exactly what her body wanted.

“I fucked around and fell in love with you,” I whispered in her ear before I climbed off her.

“Where are you going?” She asked the moment I climbed out of bed.

“You still have your clothes on. Strip for me.”

She looked at me crazy. I needed Stormi to be completely comfortable when it came to sex with me. She might have been inexperienced, but she had everything that would make a nigga be ready to give her the world in this life and the next.

I sat down in a nearby chair in her room by the window as I waited on her to start removing her clothes. She realized I was serious, and she began to remove her shirt. Fast… too fast.

“No, Stormi. Strip for me don’t just take your clothes off. Show me the masterpiece God took his precious time on.”

She smiled and bit down on her lip and damn, I felt it everywhere.

Stormi might’ve come off shy, all soft words and sidelong glances, but the second that door opened she was fire.

Wild. Dangerous. The kind of trouble that doesn't knock, just walks in and wrecks shit.

Loving her It was chaos. Beautiful, reckless chaos.

But making her mine? That was war. War on every fool who thought they could breathe her name without bleeding.

War on my own damn heart, because it never stood a chance.

She had it; hell, she owned me before I even knew I was giving myself away.

And my body? Weak. Useless against her. She looked at me and I forgot how to breathe.

She stood in front of me like the whole damn world had narrowed down to her and the space between us.

And that space… It burned. When she let her curls fall, something in me broke.

It was the way they framed her face like they were meant to.

The way they fell past her collarbone like they’d waited all day to be free.

But it wasn’t just her hair. It was her.

Stormi in her purest form. No armor. No distractions.

Just the skin she was born in, and the fire she carried without even trying.

My throat tightened. Because this, this was her. The real her. And it gutted me how badly I wanted to protect it, worship it, deserve it.

When she started unbuttoning her top, time bent Slowed Warped Every pop of fabric was a punch to the chest. She wasn’t just undressing she was peeling back her walls, one by one.

And when her shirt finally opened and those perfect breasts caught the light, I swear to God, I forgot how to think.

But it wasn’t just about her body. It never was.

It was about what it meant . She trusted me enough to show up like this.

Bare. Real. Unhidden. And I didn’t know if I wanted to fall to my knees or pull her into my arms and I swear, I’d never let another woman try to come to her as a woman.

She held the shirt at her elbows, not letting it fall. Power. She held it like a woman who knew exactly what she was doing and still had no idea what she was doing to me. Then her voice was low, smooth, like a bullet to the chest.

“You see something you like?”

No teasing. No jokes. Just that calm, knowing fire. She wasn’t looking for flattery. She was asking if I saw her. And I did I saw everything.

I licked my lips, chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon through every emotion I’d ever buried.

“I see something I love.”

It came out hoarse. Like it hurt to say because it was too true.

She blinked, just once. Her breath hitched, just a little.

She wasn’t expecting that. But how could I not say it She wasn’t just something I wanted.

She was the reason I believed in fate. In timing.

In whatever the hell it was that brought someone like her into the life of someone like me.

She was the kind of woman who burned you and then stayed behind to tend the wounds.

She was everything I never knew I needed and everything I’d bleed for to keep.

So yeah. I saw something I loved. And if she let me God, if she let me I’d never stop reminding her just how loved she really was.

Her smile lit up the room and I made a promise to myself to never let her lose that smile.

She dropped her shirt to the ground and slowly pulled her pants down exposing those thick ass thighs and the thong panties that covered her most precious treasure.

Slowly slipping her legs out her pants she gave me a spin before fulling turning and climbing on the bed with her ass in the air.

Me and my mans was fighting at this moment. I was enjoying the show, but he was ready to finish the series. I stood up and dropped my pants and boxers while walking over to Stormi and grabbing a hand full of hair and ass.

Her moan set my soul on fire. I couldn’t resist this woman any longer. Biting down on her shoulder before I slid her panties to the side, I slid inside her wet opening from the back. Her pussy gripped my dick immediately and I knew she was saying welcome home daddy.

Thrusting in and out of Stormi, I gripped her hair and smacked her fat ass every chance I could. I wanted her to feel exactly how much I missed her and was mad she even tried to keep herself from me.

I removed myself from one of my safe spaces Stormi gave me. I could hear her trying to catch her breath.

“Lay on your back.”

She did as I asked. My eyes stayed glued to her body. I climbed on top of her, grabbing her panties with my teeth and removing them. That pretty pussy was on full display, and I needed to see it at work.

“Play with it, Stormi.”

Taking her short French tip nails and placing them right at her center. She opens her legs wider, giving me a better view. She placed two fingers on her pearl and moved her fingers in a circular motion. Her pussy was gushing, and my mouth watered the moment I saw her juices.

“You going to come for me Stormi.”

I asked the moment she arched her body back letting me know her fingers had her feeling the pleasure her body was craving.

The moment she moaned, and her juices began to flow.

I climbed directly in the middle of her legs, going in headfirst, my tongue licked her center before my lips could kiss her pearl.

Stormi didn’t know what she wanted to do with her hands, one minute she was gripping her sheets and the next she used them to keep my head in place.

She didn’t have to hold my head I wasn’t leaving between her legs until I was drowning in her juices.

I hadn’t tasted her in a month and though I missed everything about her this was at the top of my list.

“Seth! Seth!”

She called my name the moment her body exploded in my mouth.

Now it was time for her to squirt all over me while that pussy creamed on my dick.

Stormi was new to this and had no idea about the power she held between her legs.

I lifted from between Stormi legs licking my lips.

She was still trying to catch her breath, and I slid right inside my new favorite place.

“I love you, Stormi.”

I spoke. I needed her to know my feelings were real and she was exactly who and what I wanted.

Imani was the past, and yeah, she gave me one of the greatest gifts I ever could’ve asked for, but we didn’t go past sharing a child.

I used to fuck on her whenever I wanted because she was convenient but risking what I wanted with Stormi she wasn’t even worth it, and I needed Stormi to realize that.

I wouldn’t drop my seed in Imani again if she was my last option.

Once upon a time I thought Imani was the love of my life.

The whole time I was faithful to her, she was still spreading her legs to the highest bidder.

Imani was money-hungry, and, in the beginning, she didn’t know I was going to be who I am now.

Instead of staying solid, she kept her options open.

When I found out from her best friend, she didn’t know who S3 belonged to, and the other two options were two of my opps, I lost it at that momen.t I knew she wasn’t the woman she portrayed herself to be.

I could feel Stormi’s legs shake under me as she creamed all over my dick and use her pussy to grip my nut out of me. I pulled out just in time and coated Stormi’s stomach with my nut.

“You know you mine, right?” I said it like it was truth carved into stone no room for doubt, no space for her to question it.

Not a question, but a promise. My lips pressed against hers, slow and deliberate, tasting the moment, the fight, the love between us.

Then I pulled away and stood up, heading to the bathroom to get something to clean us both up.

But in that quiet moment, watching her there her body still trembling, her breath still catching I felt it all crashing down on me.

This wasn’t just about the sex, the hunger, the craving.

It was deeper. Stormi was home. She was my peace after all the chaos, my calm after every storm I’d weathered alone.

That night, I held her close until sleep took us both. She felt like coming back home after the world had knocked you down; after you learned what it meant to get hurt. And damn, I hadn’t slept this good in months like my soul finally found rest just by having her next to me.

The weekend slipped through my fingers faster than I wanted.

Time wasn’t on our side, but we made every second count exploring each other, relearning each other’s skin.

When we talked about taking it slow, about seeing if a long-distance thing could work, I nodded.

Outwardly, I agreed. Inside I knew it was a lie.

I knew long distance wasn’t built for us.

But I had a plan, one that involved summer visits turning into forever.

I wasn’t about to let her slip away again.