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Chapter 36
Fiona
Fiona sauntered slowly through the dark foyer of the large, two-story house.
The spiky heels of her six-inch stilettos tapped softly against the polished hardwood floor. It was the only sound that penetrated the silence of the house, and it wasn’t loud enough to alert the home’s occupant to her presence.
But soon enough, he’d know she was there.
Smiling wickedly at the thought, Fiona twirled the belt strap of her short trench coat as she rounded the corner. Wearing no panties, she could feel the plump folds of her pussy lips rubbing together, tingling in anticipation of what was soon to come.
She reached the end of the corridor and stepped through the open doorway of the master bedroom suite. Excitement pulsed through her veins at the sight of Dre sprawled upon the enormous bed, bathed in moonlight that poured through a pair of French doors. His chest was bare, and he had one arm flung over his forehead with the covers resting across his waist.
He was snoring lightly, and didn’t awaken when Fiona entered the room.
She walked to the foot of the bed, untied her trench coat, and slipped it from her bare shoulders. As it landed on the floor with a soft rustle, Dre stirred slightly but remained asleep.
Fiona stepped out of her stilettos, then climbed onto the bed and crawled her way up his body. Straddling his legs, she carefully pulled down the heavy covers. To her everlasting delight, Dre was already naked, his black dick lying against his abdomen like a drowsing snake. Not even erect, and the thing was
still
huge.
Pussy throbbing, Fiona wrapped her fingers around the thick base and pumped slowly upward.
Dre moaned softly in his sleep.
As his shaft hardened in Fiona’s hand, she lowered her head and eased his twelve inches into her mouth.
“Ohhh, shit,”
Dre groaned, nearly choking her as his hips surged off the bed, forcing his dick down the back of her throat.
She swallowed and relaxed her jaw, then began deep-throating him with hungry pulls of her mouth.
He let out another rumbling groan of pleasure. “Damn, baby ... what the hell happened at the hospital tonight?”
Fiona didn’t answer, licking and sucking his cock while massaging his engorged balls with her hand.
Moaning and writhing beneath her, Dre jammed his fingers into her long, silky hair and gripped the back of her bobbing head.
Moments later his hands stilled.
“Wait a min—
Oh, fuck
!” he screamed as Fiona sucked the swollen head of his dick. As he exploded, she swallowed the hot, creamy jet of cum that filled her mouth.
After she’d milked him dry, Dre quickly reached across the nightstand and switched on the lamp. His eyes bulged with shock when he saw Fiona straddling him.
Yanking himself out of her mouth, he shouted hoarsely, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Fiona smiled slyly, wiping a trickle of cum from the corner of her mouth. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Are you fucking
crazy
?” Dre demanded, even as his lustful gaze swept over her luscious breasts and the shaved mound of her pussy. “How the hell did you get into my house?”
“Wouldn’t
you
like to know?” Fiona purred, stroking his muscular chest. “And don’t try to pretend you didn’t know whose mouth was locked around your dick just now. We both know Leah has
never
given you head the way I just did.”
At the mention of his absent girlfriend, Dre shot a panicked glance at the clock on the nightstand. It was 11:57. “Yo, you gotta get outta here!”
Fiona pouted. “Why?”
He eyed her incredulously. “
Why
? ’Cause Leah will be home any minute, that’s why!”
“Are you sure about that?” Fiona countered, provocatively rubbing her wet pussy against his shaft, which hardened immediately. “’Cause I’d be
awfully
disappointed if I had to leave here without riding this black python of yours.”
Dre swallowed visibly, his erection throbbing against her sex as he stared at her chocolate-tipped titties, wrestling with temptation.
“Shit,”
he whispered under his breath.
Taking advantage of his momentary indecision, Fiona rose to her knees, then slowly lowered herself onto his pipe. It was so thick and long she had to take him inch by swollen inch. By the time he was fully embedded, both of them were groaning with arousal.
Grabbing her buttocks, Dre began ramming into her, his penis stroking her walls like no other man’s had ever done before. Was it any wonder he’d been dominating her thoughts since Saturday night? Could anyone blame her for calling the hospital to confirm that Leah was working late, then breaking into the couple’s crib to have her way with Dre?
“Fuck,” Fiona moaned uncontrollably, her breasts bouncing to the beat of his pummeling thrusts. “Oooh, Daddy ... fuck me, baby ...
fuck me
!”
“Crazy-ass bitch,” Dre growled, his nails digging into her clapping ass cheeks as he ruthlessly pounded her insides. “Just couldn’t leave shit alone, could you?”
“No.” Fiona flexed her inner walls, making him cry out sharply. “And you didn’t want me to, either.”
The nigga knew better than to deny it.
He cupped and squeezed her titties as she rode his dick, her hips bucking furiously against his. She matched him stroke for stroke until they were both dripping with sweat and the room was filled with their harsh breaths and the slapping sounds of wet skin.
As she felt her nut building in her stomach, Fiona leaned back on Dre’s thighs and drew her knees up, and together they watched his cock drill her pussy like a jackhammer.
Moments later they erupted with loud, guttural screams.
Pulling out of Fiona, Dre painted her breasts and stomach with his hot cream.
With a breathless laugh, she collapsed beside him, only too happy to imprint her scent into Leah’s side of the bed.
Dre closed his eyes, chest heaving rapidly as he fought to catch his breath. “We can’t keep doing this shit,” he panted.
“Why not?” Fiona purred, leaning close to nibble his earlobe. “No one has to know about us.”
Dre frowned. “That’s not the point, shorty. I’m in a relationship—”
“—with a woman who doesn’t know how to satisfy you.”
He turned his head on the pillow to glare at Fiona. “How the hell do you know that?”
She smiled lazily, caressing his damp pectoral muscle. “I overheard you and Leah talking in your office on Saturday evening. So I know she’s been withholding the pussy for over a month.”
Dre scowled at her. “Crazy
and
nosy. Ain’t that some shit.”
Her smile widened. “Say what you want about me, Deondre, but one thing you can’t deny is how good we are together. You
love
this pussy. It’s all you’ve been thinking about since we fucked that night.”
He smirked at her. “Considering that I’ve been deprived for over a month—as you just reminded me—
any
pussy would have done the trick.”
Fiona sucked her teeth. “Nigga, please. You know that’s a damn lie.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. The point is, little girl, you and I could never work.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust you.”
She frowned. “Brandon does.”
Dre made a face. “Brandon’s always been way more trusting than he should be. It’s one of the few character flaws he possesses.”
“So you still don’t think he should have hired me.”
“Nope.”
Fiona glared accusingly at Dre. “Can I ask you a question? Why the hell do you think you’re better than me? You grew up in the projects and were raised by a single mother
just
like I was. Shit, we probably have more in common than you and that stuck-up girlfriend of yours.”
Dre snorted. “Not hardly. And speaking of Leah”—he glanced at the alarm clock—“you really need to bounce before she gets home.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than they heard the sound of the garage door opening.
Dre bolted upright.
“Shit!”
Fiona smirked. “This ought to be interesting.”
Dre gave her a panicked look. “Yo, where’d you park?”
“Down the street.”
“Thank God!” Dre lunged from the bed and rushed around to scoop her trench coat and stilettos off the floor. Marching over to her, he grabbed her hand and hustled her across the room to a walk-in closet that was twice as large as her bedroom.
“Stay here,” he commanded, shoving her coat and shoes at her before snatching a thick bathrobe off a hanger. “And don’t make a fucking sound!”
Fiona gave a mock salute, lips twitching with laughter. “Yes, sir.”
Dre shot her a warning glare before shutting the closet’s double doors on her face.
As Fiona quietly slipped on her trench coat and high heels, she heard Dre spraying the room with air freshener.
The next sound she heard was Leah’s rubber-soled clogs slapping softly against the hardwood floor as she walked through the bedroom door.
“Hey, baby,” she greeted Dre. “I saw the light on when I pulled up. What’re you still doing awake?”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to wait up for you.” Judging by the direction of Dre’s voice, Fiona assumed he’d gotten back into bed just in the nick of time.
There were soft kissing noises.
“How was work?” Dre asked.
“Exhausting.” Leah paused. “Have you been spraying air freshener?”
“Yeah.” Dre sounded sheepish. “I had baked beans with dinner, and you know what beans always do to me.”
Leah chuckled dryly. “Yeah, I know. For that reason, I think I’ll sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight. I have to be up early, so you can’t be keeping me awake with your noxious fumes.”
As Dre laughed, Fiona silently marveled at his cleverness. If Leah slept in another room tonight, he would have time to change the cum-stained bedsheets.
Of course he’s smart
, Fiona mused.
The brotha
does
have a PhD
.
“I’ve been covered in blood all day,” Leah announced around a tired yawn, “so I’m gonna take a nice, hot shower.”
“Sounds good,” Dre murmured. “I’ll give you a massage when you come out.”
“Mmm. Just what the doctor ordered.”
“You know it.”
As soon as Leah went inside the bathroom and started the shower, Dre let Fiona out of the closet, grabbed her hand, and hustled her from the bedroom with such haste she nearly tripped over her stilettos.
When they reached the front door, she asked breathlessly, “When can we hook up again?”
“Are you crazy?” Dre whispered sharply. “This was the last fucking time!”
“You don’t mean that.” Fiona guided his hand underneath her trench coat and rubbed his fingers against her wet pussy lips. As his nostrils flared, she smiled with wicked satisfaction. “I know you still want me as much as I want you.”
“Be that as it may—”
She kissed him hard, silencing his protests. As she sucked his juicy bottom lip, he groaned softly and pushed his middle finger inside her throbbing pussy.
Fiona moaned, gyrating against his hand as he stroked her fleshy canal. “Fuck me one more time,” she whispered against his mouth, “and I promise to leave you alone.”
Dre swore gutturally and darted a glance over his shoulder. Still hearing the sound of running water, he turned back to Fiona and lifted her off the floor. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he opened his robe and thrust into her.
They gasped into each other’s mouths, her arms looping around his neck as his hands gripped her ass cheeks. As he began fucking her against the front door, it was all she could do not to scream in ecstasy. She couldn’t get enough of him. For the first time in her life, she was straight-up dick-whipped. She’d hooked up with Shane last night after class, but he was no substitute for Dre. So there was no way in
hell
she was leaving this nigga alone.
Two minutes of Dre pounding her pussy was all she could handle before she started creaming and coming all over his shaft. He followed seconds later, his body wracked by deep shudders as he shot and shot inside her.
His dick was still pumping when the overhead light suddenly snapped on, followed by Leah’s outraged exclamation, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?”
Dre had barely jerked out of Fiona and spun around before Leah was upon them, catching the two lovers off guard. She wore a bathrobe that matched Dre’s, and her face was contorted with fury as she attacked Dre with flying fists.
“You sneaky, cheating motherfucker!” she screamed. “How dare you bring that ghetto bitch into my house while I’m
right
down the hall!
Are you crazy?
”

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