by Mia Madison
“Fuck… I’m cumming,” I yelped. I started to pull back, but she gathered some strength and tossed her pussy back on me.
“Yeah, daddy, you cumming?” she coaxed. “You gonna cum for this pussy?”
I sounded like a punk when I felt myself fold and cry, nearly tumbling over as my hips shook and my nut poured out. I couldn’t get out in time to shoot over her perfect ass, so I filled her canal with my cum cannoli and howled like a fucking wolf.
“Fuck! Ahhhh. Fuuuuuuuuuck.”
She whimpered and I felt myself growl. “Take this dick,” I ordered, roughly pushing myself into her tightening snatch. “Take every inch of my fucking dick and all its seed.”
She pulsed herself around me, squeezing every last drop of milk from my nuts, allowing me to shiver, moan, and feel the beauty of being serviced by her feminine magic.
Finally, flushed and sweaty, I weakly managed to pull myself out of her. The move was accompanied with a loud, audible plop, followed by the slap of my ass as it hit the leather seats of her couch.
She eased up, and turned over to face me. Her serene face glowed with a post-coital glow.
“I knew you had it in you.”
Her words should have comforted, but instead, I was instantly filled with regret.
“I’m sorry. I—I didn’t… want this to happen. I don’t take advantage of women.”
She licked her lips peacefully. “You didn’t take advantage of me.” She closed the distance between us and purred. “I took advantage of you.”
My face blushed as we revisited what we just did. She was right. She let me come in to apologize and completely overwhelmed me with her… Morelli-ness.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she purred. “But you felt so good… So amazing.”
“It’s okay,” I half-smiled. “I didn’t intend for this to happen, but it was—”
“Amazing,” she cut me off. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her expression sentient. “Fucking amazing.”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was.”
She lowered her head. “Let me clean you off.” She took me in her mouth. It was an act of sensual submission, a fertile servitude that would have sent me over the edge if I hadn’t already blown my load.
I groaned, in bliss. I was soft, yet still very sensitive, and the pleasure incapacitated me. She looked at me with open surrender as she suckled me clean. The sensual vulnerability in my eyes was the last thing I observed before passing out.
Morelli
Words couldn’t describe the serenity I felt waking up next to Dom. I cradled against him, and for the first time in a long time, I felt safe and secure.
Men were more than happy to steal my love, time, and affection without providing anything in return. That was the biggest lesson I’d leaned in several years of womanhood.
Older women in our family always warned Dilayla and me not to waste our beauty. We didn’t need any men in our lives who wouldn’t treat us right. I learned to use that beauty to make money, and I sacrificed love for so long.
Dom and I didn’t make love last night. We fucked, and it was a wild, passionate rendezvous where I surrendered to him. While it was an experience I could feel we both needed, I was certain it would never happen again.
Dom was so well-behaved, and so irresistible, but he was clearly wrong for me. He didn’t want me like I wanted him. I wanted a man to love me, and he wanted to put on a show for his mother.
I couldn’t take him, and even though I knew this morning would bring regrets for the both of us, a part of me was still drawn to him. He was so insecure of his appeal, but so fucking genuine it hurt.
Dom’s chest rose and fell as he slumbered. He snored heavily but I didn’t mind. I awoke curled up against his chest, holding him the way I held my pillow every night.
A pang of sadness gripped me. It hurt that he couldn’t see me beyond an easy solution to his problems. If we were married, I would want a connection, a feeling like this every morning.
Yet after last night, it was possible he’d see me as no more than a seductress who relieved some of his stress. A woman who used him and sent him packing, satiated by her need to be conquered.
But this morning after? This bittersweet pill was worth feeling the erotic, sensual side to him, and to bask in what I could of the afterglow of this tender man.
Underneath it all, I could see Dom for the man he was. He was used to being passed up as the nice guy, the boring, corny one. But deep down, he was every woman’s deepest fantasy: masculine, dominant, and in control without being controlling or sexist.
Dom wouldn’t thrill a woman with exciting surprises, last-minute getaways, or lavish, expensive gifts. He spoiled his woman with chivalry, security, safety, all of which were deep core needs most women craved and couldn’t find.
A woman knew where she stood with a man like Dom. She was the apple of his eye. All he needed was a chance.
As if he could feel the intensity of my stare, Dom abruptly stopped snoring and awoke. He looked at me, sleepiness and confusion in his eyes.
“Good morning,” I said softly. I tilted my head, hoping to avoid hitting him in the nostrils with morning breath.
“Good morning…” His voice trailed off as he looked around. “…What time is it?”
I grabbed my phone. “Eight a.m.”
“Wow, it’s late.” He sat up. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t step on any of your plans.”
“We had a late night.” I smiled at him, suddenly feeling a little shy and self-conscious. “I usually wake up a little later than this, but I woke a little earlier. I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again. “I shouldn’t have imposed on you.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” I touched his shoulder and added, “At least you didn’t listen to me and parked in a visitor’s space.”
We started to share a small smile, but worry interrupted his features. “I feel like an asshole,” he confessed, looking away.
“Why?” I said, leaning forward to capture his attention and get him to face me.
“Last night…”
“I told you that was me,” I insisted. “I really needed the comfort and affection of a man.”
“Yeah, but that happened after I made you upset.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what I was thinking, asking you to be my wife.”
“You weren’t asking for a wife, Dom. You were asking for a business partner.” I took a deep sigh. “And I would love to jump on the opportunity, but…”
“You want more than financial security. You want something real,” he cut in and finished for me.
“Exactly.” A grim smile spread across my face. “It’s an enticing proposal, but what if there’s someone out there for both of us, and we don’t find them because we’re with each other?”
“You wouldn’t have to be with me alone,” he said. “That’s why I offered artificial insemination. I figured you could be… discreet.”
“You don’t seem like the type to have a mistress.”
His eyes were sullen. His voice was flat as he replied, “I’m not.”
My eyes raised in disbelief. “You were going to be sexless and trapped in an unhappy relationship while you paid a woman to have your artificially inseminated children?”
He avoided my glance, but his response was obvious.
“Dom, that’s crazy. We deserve more than sexless marriages.” Flashbacks of last night flooded me.
“If we do this… we will have sex. We will get to know each other. And we don’t have to see other people.”
He lifted his head, his brows rising with curiosity as he digested my response. “So… you’ll marry me?”
I tilted my head in uncertainty and studied the threads in my duvet. “I’m not saying yes. I need to think about it.”
He nodded silently.
“…But if last night is any indication of our chemistry, without the bullshit, then I think I’ve been persuaded to give this
a chance.”
“You think we have chemistry?”
“Did you not fuck the shit out of me like the stud you were last night?” I smirked. His cheeks deepened in response, and I drew myself closer to him. “You were amazing. That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” His eyes were wide saucers. He was packing serious heat underneath his insecurity. While it was adorable, I knew I’d have to bring the gentle dominant alpha in the bedroom out of him. He had no idea how much power he held.
“Yes,” I nodded. “In fact, I wanna do it again, if you don’t mind…?”
His pupils dilated, but when I drew my hand around his head and pulled him close to me, I could already feel the stiffness of his cock in my other hand. His manhood became even stiffer as I straddled him.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered.
Once he grabbed my thighs and groaned in lust as he pulled them tight around his torso, I knew we’d have a great morning.
Dom’s shy smile was accompanied with bright red cheeks. He almost averted his gaze when I smiled serenely at him.
“Thanks for dinner.”
“It was my pleasure.”
He hesitated for a moment. He was so fucking… how did any man with such a solid temperament have this much bashfulness in him?
“If you, uh, have, any questions… call me.” He lifted his fingers to make a mock telephone as he spoke.
I reached forward and curled my finger around his ear, making a tiny rash of goosebumps appear. “You know I don’t have any problem with asking for what I want.”
The blush on his cheeks deepened, and I stifled a giggle as I watched him nod, lift his hand, and turn off towards the elevator.
I leaned against the door as I hugged myself and sighed. Fuck, he was amazing. He was everything I knew I was looking for.
I just needed to figure out a way to make him see my potential. Our potential.
I texted Dilayla, letting her know that we needed to grab something to eat after I showered. She replied with instructions to meet her at her condo, and said she’d cook.
“Bitch, what’s tea!?” Dilayla squealed when I walked in about an hour later. Her wet hair was loose and hung around her bath wrap. “You’re glowing like you got some of that good dick!”
“You’re wet out the shower like you just got some of that good dick.”
She shot me a wicked smile. “Sí, mami. I did but I also needed to clean up after cooking.” She gestured toward the kitchen counter, and indeed, my cousin killed it. Brunch fare was spread over the granite, and included chicken and red velvet waffles, mimosas, fresh fruit, and wheatgrass shots.
“Are we being healthy or are we being foodies?” I teased. “You can’t give me ratchet and healthy food in the same spread.”
“Well, I did,” she taunted, helping herself to chicken and waffles. “And I’m going straight for that ATL ratchet today.”
“Now,” she directed. “I want to hear everything about you and Dom. Ya’ll fuck?!”
“Girl!” My eyes bugged in mock disbelief, as if I didn’t expect that to be the first question out of Dilayla’s mouth. She bugged her bedroom eyes back and cocked a hand on her hip, silently demanding an answer.
Lord. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“…Yeah, we did.” She jumped up and down, screaming in excitement, but I stopped her. “But we got into it first.”
“About what?” Dilayla scoffed. “Like what could Dom do to make y’all even fight? He’s the most peaceful dude.”
“He said he wanted to marry me.”
“Biiiiiish, you want to be married. Why is that a problem?”
“He wanted a fake, arranged marriage because his mom’s sick. He’s scared of her dying before she sees him happily married with a family.”
Dilayla’s expression furrowed into tension and concern as her hand went over her mouth. “Sheesh.”
“Exactly.” I said. “And we were in the middle of dessert when he threw it on me. There was no romance to it. No desire. He just figured I could use the money, we could be civil, and then it would all work itself out with an amicable divorce after we had artificially inseminated children. Like he has an alimony agreement and everything.”
Dilayla’s face scrunched up dramatically. She shook her head and cocked her eyebrow. “Okay, so like hooooooow did ya’ll end up fucking?”
“I was pissed. I stormed out of the restaurant, texted you last night, and called for an Uber. But he asked me to let him take me home. I accepted so as not to cause a scene. He insisted on walking me to the door.”
“What a gentleman.”
“He really is, but I was so angry, and sexually frustrated. And I felt very disrespected. I wanted to slam the door in his face, but he started apologizing all over again and I told him to come inside.”
“He fell for that shit?!” she cackled in disbelief.
“Yeah, and when I got him in the door, I just grabbed him. Pushed myself against him, dropped to my knees, and begged him to whip it out and let me taste it.”
“Ewwww, you so nasty!” She tittered.
“Runs in the family,” I said, tossing my nose up in playful haughtiness. “We aren’t going to begin to discuss you and the nasty little things you do to men in bed, especially now that you’re married to ‘Daddy Longstroke.’” I rolled my eyes at Dilayla’s secret nickname for Nick.
“Girl, it’s a whole new world since I learned to master the art of riding all that eleven.” She licked her lips. “We’re trying to get pregnant.”
“Already?!” I cried. “It’s been a couple of days.”
“Girl, when you’re ready, you’re ready.” She took a thoughtful bite of her waffle. “You’re ready. Dom’s ready. And y’all fucked, and by the way your face looks, all dewy and happy, it was good. Now what?”
I shrugged, mild frustration coursing through my body. “I’m still trying to figure it out. I know I’m pretty much done with dancing at the club. Manuel and Maria have been stalking the club, trying to get me into VIP with them, and then they tried to take Dazzle to recruit me.”
“Oh, hell no!” Dilayla said. “Did you warn her?”
“I made her promise not to leave, and told her later, after she made her VIP money. She changed her number and plans to stay away from them.”
“Good, she doesn’t need those problems,” she replied. I nodded in agreement.
“Right now, the offer of marriage is still on the table. I just have to figure out if it’s worth it.”
“Why wouldn’t it be? How much is he offering you?”
“One hundred thousand. That would cover my outstanding debt, and allow me to start over and begin dancing without stress at Bianca’s studio. Oh, and Bianca wants me to speak with her attorney to figure out a good compensation package for coming in as a premiere instructor.”
Dilayla clapped her hands. “Yas, bish, yassss. I’m confused. How is this not perfect for you? It’s time to take the leap, Morelli.”
I felt color spread across my cheeks, and I hated myself for feeling choked up and emotional. I swallowed the urge to cry, but my eyes watered as I told her the truth.
“I really want to be married to a man who really wants me, girl. Not just an arrangement that’s conveniently designed to help both of us and comes with a time limit.”
I leaned forward, explaining the passion of the sex we had, how I tapped into the hidden side of Dom that most women overlook, and how I wanted to have it for real.
“I can’t get that passion and desire inside a situation I know expires in five years,” I said, letting the tears fall. “I’d walk in knowing it wouldn’t last, and I don’t want to do that if I know I’m only going to fall even more in love. What kind of crazy-ass chick would I be to have kids with a man who already plans to divorce me?”
Dilayla’s face was unreadable as she crossed her legs and looked at me. After staring for a while, I crossed my arms and looked at her.
“Bitch, you tripping.”
Morelli
“How am I tripping, Dilayla?” My voice rose in a defensive shrill. “This whole situation is fucking insane!”
She held up a finger in the air as she sipped her mimosa.
“Lemme put you on game.”
I cocked my eyebrow and sat back, waiting for explanation. This better be good.
“If you’ve got a man who can put you into a better position in life, you’re blessed. You know dudes today are fuckboys. They’ll watch you struggle and still wanna fuck. And you know what they’ll do the moment it’s over? Wipe off with your washcloth, eat up your food, and walk out, ignoring all your messages until the next time they wanna bust a nut free of charge.”
Dilayla’s gaze was level, direct, and bored into me. This was the blunt truth she was known for beneath the silly, sexy, playgirl exterior.
I nodded. “I understand, but I want real love. I want him to want me for real. Is it too much to have it all? I want the fairytale romance, just dirtier than it is in the movies.”
“Oh, girl, you don’t even realize how good you’ve got it right now. The right man by your side is a blessing, Melli,” Dilayla argued. “He’ll have you saving money, living better, and making moves. And once you two are comfortable, I’m sure you guys will be laughing and smiling constantly, especially if you have children together.”
She counted out all the ways this arrangement with Dom would work in my favor. “And I know his dick is good, because you haven’t said anything about it being small, or him being selfish.” She stopped and grimaced. “My condolences to selfish men with dicks under seven inches. Yuck!”
I laughed at her silliness, but I was warming up to what she said. “We definitely have intense sexual chemistry. I just feel this beast underneath his exterior, a dominant alpha male who knows how to handle me. I crave a man I can surrender too. What Dom has? That is something I’m willing to work with.”
“Dom the Dominant,” Dilayla chuckled, completely amused. “Wait, just a question. Did you guys discuss having mistresses or anything with this arrangement?”