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N o sooner than the doors of the room closed, Simone was tugging at my waist. A low chuckle rumbled in my throat as I dropped our luggage to the floor. When it came to food, she had poor table manners. However, when it came to dick, her sloppy ways were appreciated.

Simone was a gorgeous woman, not equally beautiful as my wife, but one, nonetheless.

Where my wife was coated in a skin of chocolate glaze, Simone was of a peanut butter blend.

Her hair was in its natural state, so her curls were wild and free.

The only thing she applied to her face was a pair of lashes and some lip gloss.

It was all she needed if I was being honest.

Before my manhood was free, I commented on her urgency. “When you rush, you choke. Slow down, love.”

The attention and affection she craved was hers for the time being. A mental note was taken on how clingy she’d become, though. It wasn’t overlooked for a second. The list was gradually getting longer on why the cut off was necessary.

Her small hand wrapped around the base of my shaft as her lips did the head. I was a sucker for head and when it was good, you temporarily got a weak man. I was down bad immediately.

With my back placed against the door for balance, my right arm stretched to the side of me while my left hand gently guided her back and forth.

Simone was a woman who voiced how you made her feel.

Her moans were undeniably pleasuring ones that hummed against my flesh.

The way she was sucking on a nigga, I most definitely believed she missed me.

Sounds of her struggling to breathe stroked my ego. I warned her. “Look at you gagging and shit. That’s what you wanted from a nigga, huh?”

I couldn’t lie. I fit in between her jaws perfectly and the view was a damned good one.

So fuckin’ pretty and swallowing dick just to house the taste of me.

The way she eyed me, I’d seen it one too many times.

From the second I slid in her guts last year, she didn’t want to leave my lap.

I was confined to the room taking her down back to back.

She left here a well and satisfied woman.

Excess saliva seeped from the corners of her mouth as tears flowed from her eyes. To think she could handle a well-endowed man without complications was insane, yet she didn’t move a muscle. I stood there watching her torture herself. Her hunger for me ignited a fire within.

I was removed from her throat walls and now receiving attention to my sack. Her mouth was one that could gain several rounds of praise. She didn’t fuck around when it came to pleasing me, and I applauded her for that. She knew what she wanted and didn’t waste the limited time given.

“Damn, I missed this,” she expressed in a soft tone.

“I can tell. That nigga ain’t fuckin’ you right or something?”

“He’s not you.” I was back on her wet tongue being catered to.

Head bopping, hands jacking, and moans swarming from both of us.

My eyes closed briefly as that sensational feeling rose from my balls and traveled to the tip of my shit.

I was no better than a woman who couldn’t control herself when a nigga got to playing in that pussy.

Good head made me nut quick, and I didn’t care to hide it.

“Where you want it, love?” I asked, quickening my thrusts. Fighting the feeling of letting loose so I could honor her request was getting harder to do by the second.

A verbal response wasn’t an option. My dick was too deep in her throat for her do anything but try and breathe.

Her finger touched her cheek slightly giving me directions.

I nodded and pulled my wood from her vacuum-like jaws.

Her head fell back as she opened her mouth widely with her tongue dangling waiting to receive me.

Stroking my shaft, my kids shot out hitting her in the exact place she pointed to first. More of me rested beneath her right eye and on the side of her nose. I knew how bad she wanted to taste me, so I wouldn’t deprive her altogether. I was back in her mouth finishing off against her tonsils.

“Fuuuuck!” I groaned feeling my knees grow weak. Abnormal breathing found me quickly.

“ Mmm , you still taste the same,” she said cleaning me off her face. Placing her fingers in her mouth with my residue on them, she offered a look of gratification. She was nasty indeed.

“You could’ve given me a heads-up, love.”

“I could’ve but what good would that have done? You housed what I craved. Tasting you again has been on my mind since the moment we parted ways last year. I killed two birds with one tongue, satisfying us both. Am I wrong for that?”

Simone was still on her knees looking up at me, and I had to give it to her. Her beauty was unmatched to many. Those hazel eyes could hypnotize you if you weren’t careful. I found myself under her spell quite a bit on our last encounter. If her mouth didn’t tell you, her eyes damn sure did.

“By all means, get off however you see fit, gorgeous.”

Bending over, I kissed her on top of her head before getting comfortable. I was already half dressed, so I removed the rest of my clothing, then headed for the shower. Simone was right on my heels. She knew it was time to lock in. She only had so much of mine left.

Entering the bedroom, I stepped to the side so she could walk ahead of me.

The short white dress that hugged her body was slowly rising as she sauntered to the bathroom.

Eyes roamed her canvas taking her in completely.

Her long legs wrapped around me well. Flashbacks of pinning her ass to the cross surfaced within seconds. She had me biting my lip to shake back.

As if she could hear my thoughts, she pulled the fabric over her head and dropped it at the bathroom door.

My steps slowed down as the small recoil from her ass gained all my attention.

The only thread left on her body was the white thong between her cheeks.

The fact that she didn’t bother with a bra told me everything I needed to know.

The shower was started as all of me reacted to her body.

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me.

My nose was planted on the side of her neck inhaling her scent.

She wore Bright Crystal from Versace. It was a fragrance I enjoyed on my wife.

I never mentioned it being my favorite scent, but it was clear when she smelled Naomi on me, she took notes.

I was unsure if the notes were because she liked the fragrance or if it was more than that.

Shaking off that thought, I proceeded to ask her a question.

“You fucked that nigga today?” My only reason for asking was because I didn’t play that shit. Yeah, I strapped up for this occasion, but they were well aware of our red zone terms. Me and my wife’s health was way too precious to be playing around with.

“Why would I fuck him when I knew I was coming to you, baby?” I allowed her to call me whatever she liked while in the green zone. It wasn’t like I would ever hear from her after today so she could have at it.

My free hand circled around her neck as my dick grew against her backside. Saving herself for me didn’t only stroke my ego but solidified how well I lay pipe. Ripping the thin thread from her waist, I stepped back and admired her from head to toe as she turned to face me.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Simone,” I complimented her.

“If I’m so beautiful, why aren’t you between my thighs yet? You loved this pussy last time. So much, we didn’t leave the room.”

It was enjoyed, not loved. She was mistaking a pleasurable day for more than what it was. I was a man who loved… was in love with one pussy, and that was my wife’s. Simone was a simply a woman filling a temporary position offered by the Malores. Nothing about her was loved .

“I know what it’s hitting for, therefore, we’re going to see a bit of the island before I’m confined. Step in the shower love so we can get ready to eat something. My last meal was at six this morning.”

“My appetite isn’t for food, baby, and you know it,” she said slowly closing the small gap between us. Once she was in reach, her hand wrapped around my dick, giving it a light massage.

The hunger in her eyes was pure lust. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t spending another anniversary confined to this room fuckin’ her like she was solely mine.

We barely ate a meal yet had the energy to go round for round.

That was way too intimate for me. She was nothing more than an anniversary gift.

Simone was the complete opposite of my wife.

The things I did to her, I would never do to my wife.

They were degrading and she deserved better.

“I’m well aware of how good I fuck you, love, but we’re doing more than that this year. I got some things in mind and a date planned. Now, shower so we can at least share a meal together.”

She kissed the back of her teeth but followed my orders.

Stepping in behind her, I reached for the washcloth and lathered it up before gliding it across her body.

I covered her entire frame with suds then took a seat on the shower bench.

They trailed down her canvas making my dick harder than it already was.

Beautiful women were aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

The tattoo that ran down the middle of her spine, the birthmark on the top of her right shoulder, and the back piercing that housed a small diamond in each dimple always gained my attention first. Everything about her backside drew me in within seconds and it was getting harder and harder to control myself.

As she turned around, her focus shifted to my shaft. My erection could never go unnoticed. My dick was too big to do so.

“Why don’t you just fuck me already and stop torturing yourself? It’s clear you miss me,” she assumed.

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. She was so sure of herself, but I couldn’t fault her for it.

Her confidence was exactly where it was supposed to be.

Taking her in from head to toe, I could feel the sense of want from her.

She wanted me in her guts, and I would be more than once before the day was over. All she had to do was be patient.

“Torture is a strong word. I’m at peace, Simone, and the view is a nice one. Pinning you to the wall will come. Don’t rush it,” I replied.

“A meal and dick right after. That’s all the compromise I have in me.”

“That’s all the compromise I need.”

Standing, I joined her underneath the warm water and proceeded to soak her body once more.

The physical contact was very present with her frame pinned against mine.

My hands roamed her entire being, stopping at her center.

The heat from her box brought a smirk to my face.

Simone was purring uncontrollably for me.

I couldn’t deny how good that made me feel.

That meal was more for me to gain composure than to gain a feeling of being full. This woman didn’t have to do much because her sex was more than satisfying. All I needed was a fuckin’ minute outside this room, and I could manage my thoughts better.

“This shower, is it pleasing or do you need another one?” I questioned already knowing the answer.

“Do you have to ask?” She was back on her knees giving me a view I very much liked of her. The man in me just couldn’t get over her being so damn submissive.

Stroking my wood, her gaze locked in on it.

I smirked knowing how much this turned her on.

Her moans filled the room as I exuded my bodily fluids.

From her face on down, she was drenched in a coat of piss.

A golden damn shower and she enjoyed every second of it.

It was quite disgusting in my book. Her eyes shone brightly as she eyed me. This was a highlight of her day.

“You so goddamn nasty with this shit,” I chimed shaking my head while still wearing a smirk. It was far from a compliment.

“Ain’t that what you like about me?” She was on her feet cleaning herself shortly after.

“Hurry up then get dressed. We got somewhere to be.”

Turning around, those hazel eyes looked up at me with confusion. “Wait, what? You really not going to fuck me?”

“This is my anniversary and you’re a gift, love. I can do whatever I damn well please and what I want to do is enjoy a quick meal. You’ll get fucked when I’m ready. Is that okay with you?” I was firm with my words but not to the point of scaring her.

Simone had a few things confused. She was an anniversary gift that came with a time limit.

Once the clock was up, she would be another faded memory.

We fucked for umpteen hours last year and that entire experience was too intimate for my liking.

I shared moments like that with my wife, not temps. She would never get that from me again.

“When exactly is that, Tristan? We only have until the morning to enjoy one another.”

“This isn’t a fuckathon, it’s my anniversary. What isn’t clicking, love? We about to go eat, and then I’ll dick you down afterward. Was that not the compromise?”

She dropped her head and nodded slowly. A finger was under her chin bringing her gaze back up to mine. She was a beautiful woman, but she was not mine. Catering to her needs was not what this was about.

“Wash up and get dressed. Aight?”

“Alright,” she whispered.

Silence swarmed us as she turned back around and followed my commands. She was a good listener, but she was too obsessed with sitting on my dick. I preferred that obsession from my wife only. She would be enjoyed then forgotten once the sun rose.