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“I know that. You know that I’m not saying it because it feels nice, either, right?”

He softly kissed my forehead. “I believe you’re my person, Bleu. My purpose, and I want to spend my life making sure that you feel and know that. That everything that you want, I want those things with you.”

I put my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. “You’re not dying, right?”

He chuckled. “Say it, Bleu.”

Kissing his ear, I said, “I love you, Landon Caselli.”

He melted in my arms hearing me profess my love to him. It made me feel powerful knowing that my words could do that to him. “Love you, too, Pooh.”

“I’m only your Pooh, right?”

“Only mine, baby.” He kissed my lips.

“Now tell me what’s going on, please. My heart can’t take this.” I rushed him because I felt like I was about to pass out.

“I recently bought the Sonics basketball team.”

The words left his mouth, but they were having trouble landing so I could understand what he was saying. “Like as in purchased?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“Nah… me and Menace went in and decided to buy it.”

I sat on his lap trying to wrap my head around how someone could be so rich they could decide to purchase an NBA team. “And that’s how much pussy makes?”

“Navy!”

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m trying to wrap my head around this… feel like you’re joking with me or something.”

“Papers are right here… wire went through, we own the team. I wanted to talk to you about getting your signature.”

“For what?”

“I made you 25 percent owner of the team. Menace and Stevie own the other 50 percent,” he revealed. “Navy, what the fuck is you doing?”

I slid from his lap onto the floor and covered my ears. “No, you didn’t just say that… no, no, no,” I said, while rocking because those words didn’t just leave his mouth.

I was imagining it, and we were talking about him being a pimp, not the fact that he bought a whole basketball team and made me co-owner of it. Landon stood up from the chair, pushing it away, and getting on the floor with me.

“Why you on the floor… come here,” he pulled me over toward him and kissed my face. “Talk to me.”

“Landon, why would you do that? I don’t deserve that… this is your family’s legacy, not mine.”

Kissing my neck softly, he wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t know if you picking up what I’m putting down. I eventually want my family’s legacy to be yours… eventually wanna change that last name to Caselli, Pooh.”

I held his face. “I’m not against that… but giving me a damn basketball team. No, I cannot accept that. Why would you even do that? I’m not signing it… I love you because of you. The jets and everything are nice, but that’s not why I’m here.”

“You wanna know why?”

“Yes.”

“You said you wanted to retire your family, that is your dream, Bleu. Your family is important to you and that was one of the first things I learned about you. You would never take the money or allow me to do it myself, so this is a way for you to do that. Retire your family… take care of them.”

Tears poured down my face as I stared up into his. He could have bought me a car, or even another purse and that would have been way too much, but I would have accepted it because it was a gift.

Buying an NBA team and then making me a co-owner was some shit out of the books I read.

I had this man telling me I was his person, his purpose, and he wanted to eventually marry me.

He listened to me, knowing that I wanted to retire my family, so money was never an issue anymore.

I always vented about taking care of my family and eventually having it where we could all just live.

No more of them having to worry about their work commutes, money being tight, or the rent increasing.

They would be able to live and know that they were taken care of.

It was a dream I always had, and as I sat in his lap, and looked at him with tears coming down my eyes, I could tell he wanted that dream for me.

He loved my family like I did, and he didn’t want those struggles for them anymore. “Take care of your family, Pooh.”

I crashed into his arms so hard that we fell backward as I sucked on his lips, looking into his eyes.

His hands found their way to my ass and slapped it.

Straddling him, I removed the white shirt dress I wore over here and unstrapped my bra.

Don reached up and grabbed my breast while I felt him rise underneath me.

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He stared up at me, admiring me as I stared back down at him. I pulled his sweat shorts down, releasing his dick from them. My mouth watered, and I had to taste him. I wanted to feel him in my throat again.

Before he could protest, I removed myself from him and shoved all of him into my mouth, gagging. The tears fell down my face as I shoved more of his dick into my mouth, watching the saliva fall down my hand onto his dick as I pulled back, and went deeper the second time.

His grip tightened as he tangled his hand in my hair, rough, but not enough to hurt.

He wanted me to know he was in control. I let him guide me, as I took him down inch by inch, giving him all of me.

His breath was caught in his chest, and he released a low growl that made me hot all over.

Letting me know I was doing what he wanted me to do.

“Bleu…” he hissed, through clenched teeth, head falling back onto the wooden floors. “Deeper… stop playing with me.”

I did as he wished, taking him in slower this time, letting him feel my throat, as I gagged, not caring that more spit spilled from my lips. My eyes watered, but I held the stare, never looking away.

He wasn’t going to break me; I wanted him to break.

“You being a filthy fucking bitch, Bleu,” he groaned, as he pushed my head down, and I continued to stare into his eyes, tears falling from the sides of my eyes.

“Damn,” he breathed, unraveling right before me. “You trying to take me, Pooh… fuck.” I pulled him out of my mouth, letting the rest slip from my lips, leaving them swollen and wet, as I smirked.

His dick erupted, and I covered it with my mouth, sucking all of him inside my mouth. As he emptied himself into my mouth, I massaged his balls while his body jerked on the wooden floor.

“Clean it up… get all that nut up,” he demanded, and I took hold of his dick, licking it clean while kissing the tip when he was all cleaned up.

I was silently celebrating my victory when I felt him pick me up and walk me over toward the window. Slapping both my hands on the massive windows, he used his knee to spread my legs apart.

I felt his fingers rubbing my pussy from behind as he sucked on my neck. “You like being my nasty bitch, Bleu, huh?”

“Yes, Don…”

“Only time you call me Don, you hear me?”

“Yes, baby,” I squirmed, wishing the window had a damn handrail, because I wanted to dig my nails into the glass with the way his three fingers continued to rub my clit, making it impossible to stand.

“Spread those legs wider for me, and bend the fuck over for me, Pooh. I told you I was gonna fuck that pussy, right?”

“Uh hummm, fuck it good, baby.”

“You telling me what to do?”

“No, Don… I’m… I’m not,” I stammered when I felt him opening me up with his fingers. His hand crashed down on my ass, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

The stinging made me leak even more than it was.

Slap!

Grip!

Double slap!

His hand slapped my ass again. “You mine, right?”

“Yes, baby… all yours.”

My body was hot to touch, and each time his hands touched me, I felt like boiling water that was boiling over on the stove. He got down on the floor, coming between my legs. The back of his head leaned back on the glass, while he looked up at me.

His hands gripped both of my ass cheeks and brought me closer to his face. I whimpered as I felt his tongue flick inside of me, as his hands continued to grip my ass. Holding onto the window, I had my pussy in this man’s face as he ate me like he was on death row, and this was his last meal.

Instructing me, he leaned forward, putting my legs over his shoulders, holding me up by my ass, while biting my pussy lips. I squealed, as I held onto the glass, and he continued to eat me like he wanted to break me.

Landon for sure wanted me to unravel in his arms, and I was. Tears fell down my face as I held onto the glass, and he feasted on me. His tongue went up, down, and then he slurped my juices.

My body started to shake, and he pushed his thumb into my ass, and I felt like my breath was gone. I had never experienced anything like it, and I wanted more. The pressure from his finger in my ass, his tongue in my pussy, and the way my breast pressed against the cold glass, I was going to break.

Split me down the middle and call me a fucking Kit Kat, because I couldn’t take it anymore. “Bab…baby, I’m going to cum… ummm.” He pushed his thumb deeper, and I panted like a rabid dog that was ready to bite something.

“You gotta take this dick, Pooh… you can do it for me?”

“Uh hummm,” I agreed, and was ready for more.

Like a glutton for punishment, I wanted more of whatever he was giving me. If I had to be out there selling candy bars for the basketball team for more, I would get out there with a carboard sign and a box of candy. Whatever Landon Caselli had for my body, I wanted.

Kissing my second set of lips a few times, he removed me from him and pulled me down onto the floor. I lay with my back against the cold wooden floors, but too hot to notice how truly cold it was. My eyes were trained on the man in front of me.

My man.

Sitting with his back against the window while stroking his dick, staring directly at me.

The semen spilled down his hand as he slowly stroked himself, and my hand found its way down to my opening, playing with myself while watching him.

My hand held onto my breast, while I played with my kitty and my mouth moistened. The quicker his pace went; I matched him until he couldn’t handle it and snatched me over toward him.