Page 41 of Trading Places

“I ain’t never gonna get you tossing me around like a hoe.”

I straddle him and lean forward to kiss him. “You are a hoe… my hoe.”

“You lucky I’m in love with yo freaky ass,” he says, kissing me back.

I kiss him again, and his dick taps against my pussy. I move my body up and down his length.

“You better fucking be,” I say, moving to his neck. I bite him, and he hisses. I suck on his neck, leaving a purple hickey.

I back up and grab the lube off the dresser. I look out the window and see the water. A calmness comes over me.

I put the lube on my fingers. “Get on all fours.”

He does exactly what I ask.

I come up behind him and massage his hole, sliding a finger inside him to open him up a bit.

Once he relaxes, I position myself behind him, and bury my strap inside of him.

I set a fast tempo, pumping into him fast.

“Mmmm… you’re taking me so good,” I compliment him.

There’s something so sexy about him giving himself to me like this.

He moans, and I swear the sound goes straight to my pussy. My clit throbs the more I move against him.

We rock together as one. This is my man, and he’s the only one I want. He sees every side of me and loves me for who I am.

Falling for him made everything clear as day. I hate being controlled. His surrendering himself like this to me proves he respects me.

I hold his waist, and he throws his ass back against me. “Shit… this is so sexy seeing you like this.”

Drey reaches down and strokes his dick while I drill into his ass.

“That’s it, stroke it for me. I’m gonna make you come good.”

I buck my hips faster, moving at a frantic pace. I’m always going to take care of my man.

Drey shudders, and I already know he’s close. “Shit… baby, it feels sooo good. Keep fucking me just like that.”

“Just like that, baby?” I don’t switch up on him.

“Yes…” he pants.

That shit is turning me on. I keep going as he jacks his dick faster.

I move faster and his whole body trembles. “Come for me.”

After a few more strokes, he does. “Shit!!” He comes all over his hand.

I pull out and turn him over. I kiss his lips. “I love you…”

He’s out of breath and still panting. “Mmm… I love you, too.”

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Drey