Stuck-Up Suit

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“I came in here with so much pent up emotions that I was nervous I wouldn’t be gentle with you. But somehow, you softened me. I love you, too, gorgeous…more than anything. I’m in better control now, although I still need to be inside of you. Tell me…” I began to strip out of my clothes. “Do you want me to make love to you now and fuck you hard later. Or fuck you hard now and save sweet for seconds?”

She didn’t answer right away. I made quick work shedding my clothes, and as I hooked my fingers into my boxers, I stopped and looked to her for an answer. “What’s it going to be, Soraya?” I pulled down my boxer briefs, revealing I was fully ready for her, either choice she gave.

She licked her lips. “Fuck first. Sweet second.”

“Good choice.” She was sitting on the edge of the bed. I removed her panties and felt the wetness already between her legs before I lifted her. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

I moved us to the wall, pinned her back against it, and wasted no time lifting her onto my cock. “Fuuuck.” I let out a groan as I pulled her down onto me. It was amazing that it had only been less than two weeks since the last time I was inside of her. The way that I longed for this, made it feel like an eternity that we were apart. I tried to go slow at first, making sure her body was ready for me. But when she moaned and told me she loved me and loved my cock inside of her, all bets were off.

I pounded into her hard and fast. At one point, I worried that I was hurting her because of the sound of her body slamming repeatedly against the wall. But when I tried to go easier, she begged for me to go even harder. There was nothing better than hearing the woman you loved telling you that she loved your cock and wanted it harder. We both came long and hard, yelling out as we released together at the same time. I was sure the neighbors had to have heard. Hell, I wanted them to hear. I wanted the whole fucking world to know what this woman did to me.

I mumbled against her lips, “I fucking love you, Soraya Venedetta.”

“I love you, too, Suit. I think I fell in love with you before I even met you.”

I smirked. “It must have been my incredible charm over text.”

“Actually, you were pretty much an asshole. It was the pictures you kept on your phone that made me realize that there was a beautiful man underneath that heart of steel.”

“I like the pictures that I received this morning much better than the ones that were there before we met. Perhaps I should make daily snapshots like that part of the restitution you owe me for the grief you’ve put me through.”

“I can do that. You’re easy.”

“I didn’t say that was all your restitution.”

“Let me guess, you’ll take additional payment in the form of blowjobs?”

“That sounds like a start.”

Her eyebrows jumped. “A start? How long will I be indebted to you to make amends exactly?”

I cupped her cheeks. “I’d say sixty should do it.”

“Sixty days? I think I can handle that.”

“Years, Soraya. I expect sexy snapshots and blowjobs for the next sixty years.”

Her face turned serious. “There’s nothing I would actually like more.”

“Good. Because you really didn’t have a choice in the matter. This was the first and last time you’ll leave me.”



CHLOE SLURPED HER FROZEN HOT CHOCOLATE as we sat together at Serendipity 3. Graham kept texting me. He was freaking out because he was stuck in traffic after taking Meme to her first day back at Jazzercise class this morning. I knew he wanted tonight to go perfectly, but I reassured him that Chloe was content and that there was no reason for him to rush.

Of course, I understood why he was nervous. To Chloe, though, it was just like any other night having dinner out with us.

“Can I have a sip?” I asked.

She nodded and repositioned the straw to face in my direction.

“Mmm. That’s so good. No wonder why you like it.”

Chloe rested her chin in her palms and confessed, “My mom got mad at me this morning.”

“Why?” I asked with my mouth full of the beverage.

“I wanted pink hair like you.”

Genevieve must love me.

“Uh oh. What did you do?”

“I was painting my hair with my watercolors.”

Trying not to let her see me laugh, I smiled inwardly. It touched me that she wanted to be like me.

“Chloe, don’t try to color it again. It doesn’t work anyway as you probably discovered, right? Someday, I’ll do it for you the right way if you still want pink hair by then.”

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