Part 1- Returning Home to Hit It Raw
She faintly felt the expensive silk sheet being whipped away from her naked form. Her eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the darkness of her spacious bedroom. The clock promised several hours before sunrise. She knew he had come home to her.
He stood by the side of their plush bed, looming over his beautiful woman. His gaze traveled over her sexy body, from her petite shoulders to her small, French-manicured feet. Moonlight kissed every curve of her shapely legs, her round ass, and her ample breasts. He watched her shift from her side onto her back, showcasing her tight, little waist and exposing a neat line of well-trimmed pussy hair. He smiled inwardly. Despite the inconsistency of his departures and varying lengths of his travels, his woman always anticipated his return and kept herself maintained at all times. "Azela, I brought you something." He sat at the edge of the bed and held up a long, shiny rope of diamonds set in platinum.
A tingle shot down her back, not because of his extravagant gift but at the sound of her name coming from his mouth. His voice was deep and smooth, suggestive and seducing. Azela watched the light reflect off the jewelry that dangled from his massive dark hand and bounce off his bare muscular chest, his rippled stomach, his incredible arms. She had almost forgotten how built her man was, how delicious his chocolate skin appeared. "It's beautiful, baby..." she murmured, a smile playing across her full lips.
He always brought her something. Something expensive. Something to show her his hard work without revealing his work. Not that he was secretive or withholding by nature, you see. Even though, yes, he kept many secrets and withheld a lot of information, his discretion was not only necessary in his dealings, but also imperative to her safety. His generous offerings were for her protection too; in case one of his homecomings was cut short. He wasn't going to let his woman struggle on the streets.
Azela wanted to jump up and grab him. Hold him. Cover him with open mouth kisses. But she knew his hate for sudden movements and his violent reaction to bursts of passion that were not caused by the control of his dick. She knew how this process worked. She knew how he liked his homecomings to go; how he needed them to move slowly and deliberately. It took time for him to reacclimatize himself to the gentle flow of a loving woman after spending days, sometimes weeks, accustomed to conscienceless, calculating men, their force, their senseless aggression. "I miss you..." she whispered.
"Where do you miss me?" His eyes were cast down, relishing her bare skin. He ran the necklace across her belly. The cool metal stimulated her skin. He saw her nipples harden, her stomach muscles tighten slightly. She pulled her knees up; the cord of jewels parted them. He watched her open herself to him. He ran the string of diamonds up and down her warm slit. He sometimes liked to think those thighs separated for the diamonds. This was untrue, he knew. But it was these times, the times he pretended his woman was a whore (his whore), that excited him the most when he first came home. It always required him a few fucks before he was reminded of how much he loved making love.
She knew this too, which is why she spread her legs wider and pushed her pelvis toward him. "I miss you...here. Up inside of me." She felt his middle finger push into her. He pulled it out again. In again. Out again. In again, but this time his finger was draped in platinum and diamonds. He pushed the metals into her pussy. He finger-fucked her slowly with the jewels. "It misses you...do you miss it, Dontrell?" she breathed between moans.
The sound of his name snapped his attention away from her platinum and diamond filled pussy. Their eyes locked. Dontrell felt his aroused dick hardening to its full length and thickness. It caused a bulging at the crotch of his jeans.
Azela noticed and lightly massaged the bulge with her small foot. A flame of sexual excitement burst deep inside her gut. She longed for his long, fat dick. She wanted to hear his approving grunts as he pounded her pussy fiercely. She wanted to please her man with her body.
"Hell yeah, I miss it. Miss somethin' else too." Dontrell stood up suddenly, slightly scaring Azela, the diamonds falling in a heap on her center. He angrily unbuckled his belt and pulled his nine-inch black cock from his jeans. Precum quickly built up on the tip. He smoothly swooped his hand down behind her neck, forcefully pulled her to an upright position, guided her head to his crotch, and ordered quietly: "Suck my dick, Bitch."
She wasn't offended by his coarse words. She knew this was how his work made him. She knew he would eventually soften; his heart as well as his dick.
She obediently opened her lips and accepted his huge package. It nearly gagged her at first, but she moderated her sucking and let it sink deeper and deeper into her throat. She savored the familiar taste of him; she was reminded of how much she enjoyed having her man's dick in her mouth.
