Page 31 of This Is Law 3

I inched closer to her, put both hands on her waist, and I slid right in, biting on my bottom lip, trying to stop myself from crying out like a little bitch at the feel of her.

“Oooooohhhhh…. Lawwwww…. Fuck me just like that…. just like thatttttt,” Soraya was loud in her moans, and I was loving everything about that shit.

I leaned my body into her, so that I could place kisses all over her back. She was matching my strokes, throwing her ass back, and even though she wasn’t working with the biggest ass in the world, that lil motha fucka was jiggling, driving me crazy.

“Tell me shit like how you’ll die about this dick,” I was in her ear, talking crazy because every time I crawled in it, that’s what that pussy had the ability to make me do.

“You know I’ll die about it. That’s why I hate…

them bitches that you fucked because it’s soooo good.

I hate you gave them my dickkkkk,” her crazy ass said right back.

I took one hand off her waist, so that I could wrap it around her neck, and I applied pressure, and started giving her quick, deep strokes.

“The bitches didn’t get the kind of dick from me that I give you.

When I fuck you, that shit comes with the full experience.

You get your pussy ate, you get kissed on, massaged, I talk you through every nut, and I give you post nut treatment.

Don’t I?” I asked, going in her in circles with the dick, knowing that she was getting ready to cum.

Because I knew that, I slid out for a second, only so that I could put my thumb in her juices, and that quick pull out had her sucking her teeth.

“Law…. I was about to cum. Put it back in there!” she snapped at me, looking at me with an annoyed looked on her face.

“Chill out. I did that for a reason,” I spat, putting the dick back in her, and that same thumb that I just stuck in her to get it wet, I went for her ass, slipping it in, and continuing to fuck her.

That combo made her buck, inch away, like I knew she would, but I grabbed her, keeping her right in front of me.

“Godddddd,” she screamed, feeling the dick in her pussy, and my thumb in her ass.

“I’m already prepared for the mess this pussy about to make. Come on, baby. Do it. I’ll wipe the mess up when you finish,” I coached her, damn near at my peak too.

“Shittttt…. Lawwww…. Right thereeeee….I’m cumminnngggg…. Fuckkkkk,” she released, damn near peeing on me, just like I knew she would, and I smiled in amazement, knowing that I had the power to make her pussy do all of that.

Yaya started running from the nut, trying to get away, but I kept her in place, making her experience every piece of it.

When she finished, she laid limp on the bed, throwing her head down.

Wanting to give her the two orgasms quick, so that she didn’t have much room to change her mind, I picked her little ass up, and I sat us down on the bench that was in front of the bed, putting her in my lap.

My hands went for her ankles, as I leaned back in the bench a little bit, eyes glued to her, waiting for her to start riding.

She was panting, while looking at me with a crazed look in her eyes, wondering how I had the power to take her body through the things that I did.

“People probably thinking you fuckin killing me in here,” she released, and I laughed.

“Nah. They know you well fucked. Ride me, baby. You know this shit right here is my favorite. I think I love it more than doggy. I get to look you in your pretty ass face and see your pretty titties. Come on. Last round, and we gone get dressed up, so daddy can take you out on a date. Can we do that?” I asked, and she was smiling, eating up the shit that I was saying to her.

Even though I just released right with her, my dick was standing at full attention again. She was able to put one hand on my chest, keeping the other one on the base of my dick, sat up a little bit, and she lowered her body down on it, moaning softly the entire way down.

Once it was in, she kept the palms of her hands on my chest, and she bounced so nasty on that dick, while I kept a firm grip on her ankles, not wanting her to get away.

“Ain’t no better feeling in the world than this shit right here.

This dick was made for you, baby. You don’t ever need any corrections when it comes to riding this motha fucka.

You do it so well, baby. You feel so good.

This the pussy you wanted me to pull out of?

Bae, how could I, when this motha fucka grip like this?

” I had to know. Soraya was in her own world, eyes closed, smiling, and moaning, having her way with that dick.

I looked down for a second, seeing the way her pussy juices had decorated my dick. She was soaked, and the sounds that were filling the room were so beautiful.

“Damn. You going to cum with me?” she moaned, opening her eyes, so that she could look at me.

“That’s your job to make me nut the same time as you. That’s why I put you up there. You need help?” I asked, already ready because I started stroking from the bottom, raising my hips up and down, matching her rhythm.

She leaned her body into me, having her forehead right in front of mine, still bouncing on that dick, and squeezing the head when she would get to the top, putting in overtime to get me to nut at the same time as her, and that shit was working too.

“Cum with me, papi. I can’t wait to feel that nut dripping inside of me. Come on, Sevyn. Do it with me baby,” that shit sounded so fuckin pretty from her. The same way I could talk her through a nut, she could do it too.

She was looking me in my eyes, demanding something so beautiful from me. She kissed at my lips, driving me crazy.

“This dick put five kids in me. I’m so thankful for it. I love you so much. Nut inside it, daddy. It’s yours. That’s what you’re supposed to do,” so much sex appeal was dripping from her voice. It’s like she had me right by my balls because I couldn’t even control the nut anymore.

I lost control of trying to hold out on it because in one second, I started grunting, and nut started filling her up, and she was releasing too, getting her way, having us cum together.

“You nasty as fuck, but I love that shit. I made you like that,” I let her know once we finished, and she chuckled, while putting kisses all over my face.

She put her hands on the sides of my face once she was finished, and we tongue kissed for about a minute, or two.

“I’m hungry now. You going to feed me?” she asked.

“After that pussy you just gave me, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want. I swear to God,” I was dead serious.

She just kissed me one final time, stood up from my lap, and she pulled my hand, so that we could go inside the bathroom together.

We showered together, but Soraya tried to stay as far away from me as possible, in hopes of me not touching her.

I let her keep all her body parts to herself, not even bothering to touch her.

Once we finished in the shower, we both went to our sides of the bathroom, where we brushed our teeth, and handled the rest of our hygiene that we needed to handle.

It was about an hour later, and I was dressed, sitting out in the living room area of the suite, waiting for Soraya to come out. I knew that I would finish before her because she still had to do her hair, and make-up, and that’s what would take up the most time.

Seconds later, I heard her heels tapping against the tiled floor, plus I could smell her sweet scent, so that’s what made me turn around, so that I could look at her.

Seeing her, and the way that she was killing that dress, I instantly pulled my phone out, turning into her biggest cheerleader, as I started to record her.

When we were back at home, I remember telling her to pack something sexy for a date night because even though we came with the boys, I knew that I was going to want her for one night to myself, and my baby had overly understood the assignment.

She was dressed up in a mini dress tonight, that showed off her long legs.

The dress was fitted, so you saw her tiny waist, and because of the tightness of it, you could see just a little bit of the baby bump that she had.

The dress was a sequined material, and it had colors of pink, green, blue, and gold, giving the dress a tropical look, which was perfect for where we were.

Like she could do this shit in her sleep, she stood up tall in a pair of six-inch pink pumps to match the pink in her dress.

My eyes scanned over to her wrist, looking at the bracelet stack that she had on.

I knew that Yaya loved anything from Cartier, so I wasn’t shocked to see that that brand was a part of her stack.

That, along with Van Cleef, and Tiffany & Co.

Then, my eyes traveled up, going for the thin Harry Winston diamond necklace around her neck.

People that didn’t know jewelry might just look at that thin chain around her neck, and assume that it might be cheap, costume jewelry, when I’d purchased that chain for her a few years back, and it was more than the average person’s rent in a year.

She wore chandelier styled diamonds in her ear from Tiffany & Co as well.

The iced-out diamond anklet that went around her left ankle was sexy too.

Yaya slicked her hair back in a bun, leaving out her side burn pieces, that you could tell were gelled down. Her make-up was perfectly done, and really, all I could do was just stand back in awe, shaking my head, still not being able to believe that someone could be so fuckin beautiful.

“Damn baby. Walk over to the door. I gotta get this shit on video. You look so good,” I hyped her.

She was eating this shit up, as she smiled, and as if she was a runway model, she did that sexy walk all the way over to the door, stopped to do a pose, and my thirsty ass was right there, recording the entire thing.