Page 12 of Bound to a Virgo Menace (BLP Signs of Love #3)

It was time to put up or shut up. I walked up to Cache and planted my lips on his thick and juicy lips. He planted his large hand on the side of my face. I closed my eyes and relished in the feel of his thumb caressing the side of my face.

Whoever taught this man how to kiss, I thank them.

Cache was such a passionate kisser. He knew when to add pressure to my lips, intertwine our tongues, and Lord, the bottom lip nibbling drove me insane.

Hell, I could cum from that alone. If I didn’t stop our kiss, then that would surely be what happened next.

I casually pulled away from him and walked backward. Desire filled his eyes. His silk-like tongue trailed over his lips in a hungry manner, lapping at the remainder of my essence on his mouth. I turned away and stepped onto the stage.

The music from the deejay’s booth filled our room, and I swayed sexily. I had Cache’s full attention. His eyes followed every move I made. He was locked in. I turned up my movements, giving him peeks of my ass and titties until I removed my dress over my head.

I was clad in nothing but my thong and heels. My titties were free and uncovered. Cache released a heavy sigh. I took that as he liked what he saw. A surge of confidence filled me.

That was the only sign I needed to keep going. I gripped the pole and leaned forward, giving him a full view of my ass and honeypot. My cheeks clapped together as I twerked. That pole gave me balance, inspiring me to turn my sexy up.

I’d twerked like I never had before. The arch in my back was perfect while I danced. I felt so liberated and excited. My body and skills were desired. I performed sexually for a man. Not just any man, but a man that made it very clear he’d burn the world down for me.

Cache was obsessed with me. Just that thought alone fueled me to go harder. The music in our room wasn't as loud as it would be if we were back on the first level, so the sound of my cheeks clapping together could be distinctively heard.

I went to move when my body was locked in place by a strong grip. Cache moved stealthily because I didn’t even hear him creep on me. His arm wound tightly around my waist while the other hand pulled my thong to the side.

Cache’s mouth latched onto my pearl, making me lurch forward. I thought I was about to do a face plant, but the grip he had on me prevented me from falling. He was a real freak. The way Cache went between sucking my clit and licking around my honey hole had me in an ecstasy trance.

I didn’t know pleasure like this even existed before I met Cache. We had sex a few times after the first time, and it kept getting better every time we explored each other’s body. When Cache’s teeth nibbled at my clit, my knees buckled.

“Fuck!” I moaned in a desperate pant.

Just when I thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better, his tongue entered my booty. I tensed, but he slapped my ass cheek. Instantly, my body relaxed. What the helly?

Cache eating my ass was another first for me.

The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

His tongue soothingly sailed in and out my hole, rimming me without a care in the world.

When his fingers toyed with my clit, I lost all my composure.

My orgasm filled me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Shit!” I screamed.

Cache hungrily gulped down my essence as my body shook. I was speechless. My words were lodged in my throat. All I could do was moan loudly and ride out the wave.

Minutes later, Cache released me and stood. He slowly helped me up and guided me to the bed. Cache wiped down his face and stood in front of me.

“Undress me, beautiful.” Cache removed his shoes then looked back at me.

I nodded. My chest rose and fell since I was out of breath. I trembled slightly from my orgasm, but I wanted more from him. My fingers shook while I unbuttoned his shirt. It fell to the floor like money flitting from the sky.

He pulled his white tank over his head. I never got tired of ogling his body. Cache was so toned, and the definition in his medium build always made my mouth water. My eyes trailed over his freshly braided cornrows, his taper, and his gang tattoo above his right eye.

Cache was too fuckin’ sexy for his own good. His muscles, wide chest, and the ruggedness in all his features made my clit throb. I wasn’t ready for a baby, but I welcomed his nut without a second thought. I wanted every part of him I was granted.

My hands trailed down the front of his hard abs. I was so obsessed with him. My hands stopped at his belt. I unbuckled it and pulled his zipper down. I pulled down his pants. His boxer briefs followed right behind. Cache stepped out the remainder of his clothes. He kicked everything to the side.

“Toot that ass, butterfly.”

“Okay,” I replied softly.

I turned away from him and rested on all fours. My arch game was perfect, and I knew that from the low whistle he released.

“Yeah, you definitely got it, baby.” Cache slapped my ass before he climbed behind me.

He licked up the center of my back while his dick eased into me. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip once Cache was fully in me. His dick was thick and lengthy. There was always so much pressure in my honeypot when we made love.

Cache stroked me slowly until I adjusted to his size. His hands gripped my waist, and it wasn’t long before he took my ass to pound town. Every stroke was fluid and deeper than the one before.

“Fuck, Cache! I feel you, baby.”

“Yeah? You feel me?”

“Yes!” I hollered.

Cache hit my spot again. My face was planted on the bed as he sped up his strokes. That familiar feeling filled me again. Cache pulled out to his tip then rammed back in me. That turned me on every time. He continued to hit me with those strokes until I was cumming on him again.

“Yeah! Give me that gushy shit. Keep it comin’, girl,” he encouraged in his deep voice.

I continued to throw my ass back until my body grew tired. Cache sensed it. He helped me onto my back, but he wasn’t done with my ass. Cache put my legs on his shoulder and entered my pussy again.

This time, we stared into each other’s eyes. He barely blinked as he fucked me deeply yet soothingly.

“You got my heart, Hevyn. Please don’t break it, because you’re the only woman it wants.”

I stroked his cheek lovingly. “You’re safe with me, my love. I only want you. If you feel the same way, then fill me with your love.”

He bit down on his lip and lowered my leg. Cache’s waist moved like water. He gave me deep strokes until he finally came. The vein in his forehead protruded. His body looked as if it was strained.

Cache’s body slightly shook while he bust what felt like a big nut.

When he was done, he rested on my chest for minutes.

I trailed my nails up and down his toned back.

The joy I felt was immense. Cache could be anywhere with anybody else, but he chose to give me his time and attention. I’d never take that for granted.

As I drove to work, I couldn’t help the smile that continued to pop up. Cache had me feeling like an actor that just achieved EGOT status. I had love all over me like Monica said. There was literally nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

He’d come into my life and showed me I was not living like I thought I was. I wasn’t. My routine and shelter were all I needed. Now, I didn’t have thoughts in my head that didn’t pertain to him. I didn’t want it any other way.

I’d fallen in love with him. I could be under him all hours of the day and not feel bad about it. It just wasn’t the sex that had me crazy in love with him. I’d never met a man so gentle, thoughtful, and intentional when it came to everything he did.

He thought about me when he made decisions.

If he saw something he thought I’d like, he bought it.

My fingers mindlessly toyed with the gold necklace he gifted me a few days ago.

Cache had such great taste. Not only that, but he actually put thought into the little trinkets he got me. Day by day, he tore my walls down.

I turned and drove up the driveway of my client’s home. The Kors were my second favorite couple I worked with. They were a young black couple with money the long way. Mrs. Kors was an attorney, and Mr. Kors was the COO of a big company.

Their home was lavish, and so was their lifestyle. I’d helped with their first child, Kahari. He was three now. Three months ago, baby Neal was birthed. He was the sweetest baby ever. Mrs. Kors texted that she’d be here late because of her girls’ night with her sisters.

That wasn’t a problem at all. Mr. Kors was here, so he had the kids.

I parked, but there was an unfamiliar car in the driveway.

The license plate read Honey B. It was definitely a woman’s car.

I found that to be strange, but maybe Mr. Kors entertained a client.

I’d witnessed him do it plenty of times during dinner hours.

I grabbed my overnight bag and climbed out my car. An exciting feeling coursed through me. I missed my little babies so much. Kahari was about to follow me around everywhere until his bedtime. It was my favorite part of my visit. I entered the code in the pin pad and walked into their home.

The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted with an eerie silence. A strange feeling overcame me. What was going on? I’d at least hear Kahari running around or his tablet playing loudly. Something didn’t feel right.

I entered the code and secured their home.

The first thing I did was place my bag on the couch and searched for the kids.

When I made it upstairs, I walked inside Neal’s nursery.

He was sound asleep. It was six in the evening, so he’d be stirring soon for a bottle.

I exited his nursery and walked down the hallway to Kahari’s room.

The sound of his TV met me before I entered his room. When I did go inside, he sat on his carpet and played with his blocks. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

“Hevyn!” he squealed.

“Hey, buddy!” I picked him up and hugged him. “Why are you up here and not downstairs?”

“Daddy told me to wait in my room until you came.”

“Alright. Well, I’m here now. How about a snack before I make you some dinner?”

“Yes!”

I giggled at his excitement. “Come on.”

We walked down the stairs together. I felt completely better now that I knew the kids were good. Once in the kitchen, I hoisted him in a seat at their island.

Kahari played on his tablet while I hastily made him a little saucer filled with vegan corn puffs, grapes, and cheese cubes. I slid him his plate and added a juice pouch with it. He used the stand on his case to prop his tablet. I watched him gobble his snacks for a few seconds.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to let your dad know I'm here. Do you know where he is?”

Kahari shook his head. “Nope.”

“It’s okay.”

I ruffled his little curls before I walked away.

I decided to start with his office. From the glass doors, I could tell no one was in there because it was completely dark.

He had a guest over, so maybe he entertained them in his man cave.

I rarely went down there because he was always in his office.

I walked down the few steps that led to his man cave.

Music floated from his room and met me in the hall.

I really didn’t want to bother him, but I also didn’t want to startle him with my presence when he came up.

I knocked twice on the door, but he didn’t answer.

Against my better judgment, I twisted the knob and walked inside.

“Hey, Mr…”

My sentence trailed off the moment I looked around the room. There were piles and piles of drugs, cash, and the sight of Honey Buns, the stripper from Tread’s club.

She rode Mr. Kors like the winning horse at the derby.

When they noticed my presence, an evil mug covered Mr. Kors face, and he grabbed his gun off the table next to him and aimed it at me.

My eyes widened, and I ducked. The first bullet hit the wall, and the second one hit the wall in the hallway.

I hauled ass up the stairs and back into the living room.

I grabbed my bag and ran right past Kahari in the kitchen. More gunfire took place as I jumped into my car and hit my automatic starter. Swiftly, I reversed down their driveway and onto the street. A bullet pierced my window and hit me right in my arm.

“Shit!” I cried. Blood poured down my arm, but that didn’t stop me from throwing my car in drive and speeding away. More bullets rang out, hitting my car and shattering my back window.

I burned rubber hauling ass away.

“Call Cache,” I told my car.

“Calling Cache,” the car repeated back.

The phone rang once before the smooth sound of his deep voice filled my car.

“Baby! You missing me?”

“Cache, I’ve been shot!” I shouted in the speakers.

“What the fuck? Where are you?”

“I’m driving away from my client’s home. He tried to kill me!” I sobbed.

“Who is your client?”

“His name is Raymond Kors. Cache, listen to me. I’m losing a lot of blood and getting delirious. I caught Raymond fuckin’ Honey Buns in a room filled with drugs and cash in there. They got some shit going on.”

“I'm on the way now! Find a secure spot and hide. I’m on the way. I’ll find y?—”

His sentence fell on deaf ears. My vision blurred, and I swerved off the road. I screamed and hit something hard, causing my car to sway back and forth then stop. My head slammed into my steering wheel. Then it was lights out.