Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 16

Simone looked into his eyes as his thickness parted her lips, she inhaled his every breath as he moved her back and forth on him.

"Ssss..." Baseem hissed as her juices began to cover him; her tightness squeezed around his rod. Her body tried to force itself away from him as he hurt and pleased her on every in and out stroke.

"Baseem, go slow, baby," she moaned.

"Relax and enjoy this d.i.c.k. You feeling these inches, baby?" he repeated as he pulled her into his him and grinded deep.

"Yesss..." Simone wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tightly as he bounced her effortlessly. The sounds of bird's chirping and the sight of pretty b.u.t.terflies dancing on flowers enhanced her mood. She closed her eyes tight each time he pulled her in and she opened them on his way out. A slightly warm breeze tickled her skin as she panted and chanted his name. The echo of her cries and his grunts filled the wooded area as he pumped her p.u.s.s.y just right. Simone put her head back and watched the clouds move in the sky as he stirred the center of her being.

"You gotta be all mine," Baseem whispered as he bit into her neck.

Heated pa.s.sion filed their bodies as they kissed and sucked each other's lips and tongue. Simone began to jump a little as she felt her o.r.g.a.s.m coming on strong.

"d.a.m.n it, Baseem," she tisked, gripping the back of his neck tight. She again threw her head back and let the sun cover her face as she closed her eyes and released. Baseem continued to pump in her slippery nectar as she moved against him to keep the waves going.

"I wanna love you, Bas," she moaned as the sensations got stronger and more intense.

"You wanna love me, baby?" he asked, attending to her spot.

"Yes, with everything I have," she said as the sensations took over her thoughts. Simone held on to him and released again.

Baseem was in his glory; he continued to work her spot and in return, she gave him her soul. When they could no longer stand it, Baseem headed back to the house sliding in and out of her every step of the way. Simone crumbled to his power and bowed to his d.i.c.ks greatness as he showed her G-spot; he was in charge. Baseem let her enjoy wetting him up, then he tasted his p.u.s.s.y and put it to sleep with a deep nut of his own. After a hot shower and light lunch, they fell into the bed and were out. Simone looked up from her pillow and the darkness stole her vision. She grabbed her cell phone to check the time and saw all the missed calls, text and voice messages. She eased off the bed put on her robe. She kissed Baseem's cheek then headed to the living room.

Simone opened her laptop and called her a.s.sistant. She had missed the phone conference and her part of the project. She got filled in and immediately went to work. Baseem surfaced four hours later wanting all her attention. Simone looked up from her phone and mouthed, Be good, as she typed the corrections into the doc.u.ment that was being dictated to her.

Baseem kissed her lips then headed to the kitchen to start their dinner. He fried some chicken and made rice and corn. Simone finished her project and joined him at the table for dinner.

"Thank you so much, Bas. I needed this weekend," she said as she placed the hot tender chicken in her mouth. Simone did a little dance as the flavors danced on her tongue. "I love you," she said, taking another bit.

"Was that for me or the chicken?" he joked.

"Both," she laughed.

"Let me find out," he chuckled.

Baseem and Simone ate and talked, then topped off their evening with his pipe, Harlem Nights, and Coming to America. Baseem held her in his arms and laughed at how high she was. Simone laughed and cried, holding her stomach as Eddie Murphy and Richard Pryor cut up. Before Baseem allowed her to rest her head on the pillow, he climbed back between her silky thighs and sealed their weekend with several mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.ms. As they packed up the car the next afternoon, Simone stared off into the distance wondering where he would take her from here. She took in the whole area and said a little prayer that all that he was showing her wasn't the lull before a big a.s.s storm.

Simone hit the alarm clock about five times before she finally convinced herself to get out of bed. She could barely lift her legs to stand and the thought of leaving the house was almost sickening. Simone wanted to pull the covers over her head and sleep for at least ten hours. She struggled into the bathroom, showered, pulled on a pants suit and made the biggest cup of coffee she could find. As she drove, her mind continuously played the many positions Baseem twisted and bent her body into. Then she thought about how many times she yelled out she was about to c.u.m. Slight embarra.s.sment crept into her fantasy as she stepped outside herself to see her naked body against Baseem's in the woods. Simone shook her head and covered her mouth. When Simone got out of her car, she put some stride in her step; thinking of getting to her desk and calling Baseem to hear his s.e.xy voice.

Simone almost skipped off the elevator and to her office. She threw her bag under the desk, turned on her computer, and then retrieved her cell phone. Her heart raced as she listened to each ring, then it dropped when his machine came on.

"s.h.i.+t," she mumbled then hung up. She sat the phone down and stared at it as her mind began to play tricks on her. "Nope, not going to go there," she said aloud then hit the intercom b.u.t.ton.

"Do have any messages?" her voice rang out at her a.s.sistant's desk.

"No, Mr. did not call," her a.s.sistant shot back.

"Can you say, 'Mandatory overtime and every other Sat.u.r.day?'" Simone responded joking, but yet very serious.

"Uh, negative. Your Mandingo Warrior has not summoned you yet, my queen."

Simone busted out laughing. "Shut up," she said then disconnected. She sat at her desk in a trance thinking about why he didn't answer his phone. A haunting thought of her girl saying, "You know how those types of n.i.g.g.as are," and "Watch your back" kept fighting for a place in her heart. She quickly snapped out of it and dove into her work. By twelve o'clock, she was well into her day and back to the old Simone. Just as she was preparing to leave for lunch, her cell phone vibrated on the desk. She looked down and saw it was Baseem and decided to send him to voicemail. She stood with nervous energy then waited to see if he left a message. When the icon popped up, she s.n.a.t.c.hed the phone off the desk and hit visual voicemail.

"Hey, baby. Sorry I missed your call; you had a brother knocked out up in here. I'm going back to sleep. Hit me when you get home."

Simone's eyes got big and she tried to dial him back.

"h.e.l.lo," he answered groggily "Hey, baby," she responded.

"Sorry, I missed your call; you good?"

"Yes, I am now," she flirted like a school girl.

"You sound like you need to be lying next to me," Baseem said with his eyes closed, half awake.

"I do, baby," she cooed into the receiver.

"Then bring me that a.s.s," Baseem said firmly.

"I'm on my way," she stood up, gathering her things and shutting down her system.

"You ain't getting no d.i.c.k, you going to sleep," Baseem stated.

"Whatever, just open the door when I get there," she said, hanging up and grabbing her briefcase.

When she pa.s.sed the desk with her bag, her a.s.sistant looked up. "Where the h.e.l.l you going," she whispered looking at her watch.

"Please cover for me, I gotta go."

"b.i.t.c.h, you just got here," she said then busted out laughing.

"I know, but that n.i.g.g.a right there," she shook her head.

"Ohhhh...you are in trouble. You better stay back from that d.i.c.k," she warned.

"Girl, I can't," she said with all sincerity.

"Well then get prayed up, because he got a spell on that a.s.s. b.i.t.c.h leaving work mid-day like its half-day in kindergarten. I got you, get away from my desk."

"Shut up," Simone laughed as she headed to the elevator. On her way down, she thought about what she said as she fidgeted with the smooth leather on her Celine bag, but her tunnel vision would not allow her to care.

Chapter 20.

Dinner is Served...

KoKo had been running for the last three days trying to get everything ready for Kayson's dinner party. She moved around the kitchen, checking to make sure each item that was needed for the party was purchased and ready to be prepared. KoKo pulled a few wine gla.s.ses from the box and held them to the light. The smoked gla.s.s with Swarovski crystals s.h.i.+mmered as she tilted it back and forth.

Kayson walked in the kitchen and a smile formed on his lips when he saw KoKo so focused on her task. The red knee-length, thin sundress clung to her frame and hugged under her booty cheeks just right. "Good evening, Mrs. Wells," Kayson joked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Good evening, Mr. Wells; now let me go, I have a ton of things to do," she turned her head to the side and kissed along his jawbone while pulling at his wrist.

"Stop being mean to the boss. Turn around and let me taste your lips," he spun her slightly to face him.

"Real quick and then you have to leave this area; I have things to do, sir," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to hers.

Kayson kissed her deeply, caressing her b.u.t.t firmly in his hands. "I need to taste you, baby," he said, pulling back from their embrace and taking her hand. He pulled her toward the table.

"Kay, we do not have time for that. The kitchen staff will be here any minute," she tried to pull her hand from his grip.

"Come sit on daddy's hot seat for a minute."

KoKo turned to look back at the kitchen door, then back at Kayson as he positioned himself in the chair.

KoKo straddle his legs and stood still watching as his fingers slid up between her thighs, slipping past the silk of her thong. She rested her hands on his shoulders as he traced her lips with the tips of his fingers; back and forth he glided them in her wetness. "Baby, why don't you wait until I finish with everyone then I can give you whatever you want in private,"

"This is the king's palace; he gets whatever he wants, where ever he wants it," he slid his hands up the sides of her dress, pulling at the string to her panties.

"Is that right?" she said, looking down into the intensity of his eyes as she felt her panties fall to her ankles.

"Come sit up here," he grabbed her leg and placed it over his shoulder; then he gave the other one the same treatment.

Kayson inhaled deep and planted a few short kisses on the lips of her p.u.s.s.y. Kayson was in his favorite position; to him, nothing was better than being face to face with some good, wet p.u.s.s.y. He gripped her lower back and nibbled on her thighs.

KoKo dug her heels into the back of the chair as his tongue connected with her c.l.i.t. "Mmmm..." she moaned, pulling her dress up toward her waist so she could watch the king wors.h.i.+p her. She wrapped her hands firmly around the back of his neck and rode smoothly to the rhythm of his tongue. The room filled with KoKo's s.e.xy moans as Kayson slid his tongue deep inside of her. When her legs began to tremble and tighten on his shoulders, he placed his mouth over her c.l.i.t and firmly sucked as she struggled to be free from his grip.

KoKo dug her nails into the back of the chair as she leaned her chest against his head. "Oh, my G.o.d," was all she could utter as she released a slippery splash all over his lips.

Kayson knowing his p.u.s.s.y adhered to what she needed after she squirted in his mouth. He pulled her onto his lap and proceeded to release the Enforcer.

"Kay, no...we don't have time, baby," she slightly resisted.

"Stop telling me no. You know that s.h.i.+t don't work with me. Lift up!" He ordered, placing her onto his steel.

"Do what daddy likes," he pulled her up and down as he stiffened inside her.

KoKo pulled her feet up onto the sides of the chair placed her hands on his chest and gave him what he liked.

KoKo's attention was divided between Kayson hitting that spot, and the voices approaching the kitchen while rocking and squeezing his d.i.c.k tightly between her walls.

"Baby, we gotta stop; they are going to be in here," she mumbled, bouncing slippery wetness all over the Enforcer.

"Then you better hurry up and c.u.m," his deep voice caressed her ear as he bit repeatedly into her neck.

KoKo bounced to her pleasure as the intensity to c.u.m and the fear of the approaching voices filled her body like hot coal as she again began to release. Just as her body shook and pressed against his chest, the first two chefs turned the corner with smiles on their faces that quickly turned into wide mouths and wide-eyed stares.

Kayson waved away the beet red faces with one hand and held KoKo's body tight against his with the other. They quickly turned on their heels and headed back to the dining area and closed the gla.s.s doors.

"You good, baby?" Kayson asked then took her head into his hands and kissed along her face until he got to her lips and sucked them tenderly.

"Yes, baby; I'm good, thank you," she kissed him with intense heat and pa.s.sion. "You always getting me in some s.h.i.+t," KoKo chuckled.

"You love every minute of it. You like getting in the Boss's hot seat. Lift up; come give these people their instructions so you can come get the boss right."

KoKo rose to her feet. "Oh no, we have too much to do; you need to go get ready," she said, moving back out of his arms reach.

"You crazy as h.e.l.l. That was mommy time, daddy gotta get his," he gave her a raised brow as if to say discussion over.

KoKo grabbed her little clip board and shook her head. "You are too spoiled."

"Yup, and you already know I will be grouchy as h.e.l.l tonight if I don't get my medicine. Handle your business," he smacked her a.s.s on their way out the kitchen.

When they approached the gla.s.s doors, all eyes were on them. "Hurry up," Kayson said, nodding his head at the staff as he moved toward the elevator.

KoKo was left to face the heat. She threw her head up high and said to herself f.u.c.k it. She quickly pa.s.sed out her instructions and was off to give the boss his quality time. One hour before the event, KoKo had exited the shower to see Kayson stretched out in his towel. She put on her under clothes and robe and headed downstairs to check on the progress.

When she exited the elevator, she was more than pleasantly surprised; everything was set up just as she had instructed. Everything was tastefully white. The crisp tablecloths dressed with beautiful fan-shaped napkin displays on top of the silver plates and cutlery set the mood just right. KoKo walked into the kitchen and was embraced by the warm feelings and tantalizing smells. She moved around pa.s.sing out a few directives and then she was out; headed back upstairs to get dressed. The Boss didn't do late and she knew she had to be on point.

KoKo walked around her bedroom putting on the last of her jewelry and running the night's agenda through her mind, making sure she had everything covered.

"You look beautiful," Kayson said as he eyed KoKo's curves in her form-fitting white body dress.

"Thank you, baby, and you need to finish getting ready," she said, looking at Kayson in his t-s.h.i.+rt and boxers.

"I got it. People are starting to arrive. You need to head downstairs and great them; and hurry up before you release the dragon," he warned, moving closer to where she stood.

"Oh no. I gave the Boss everything he needed," she said as Kayson walked up on her and took her into his arms.

"I love when you say no," he kissed her lips.

"Kayson, be good," she whined.

"I'ma be good for now; but after this party, I'ma act the f.u.c.k up," he kissed her again.

"You can have me any way you want me," she looked up in his eyes.

"Man, f.u.c.k this party," Kayson picked her up, causing KoKo to giggle and squirm in his arms.

Kayson kissed and nibbled on her neck, then put her back on her feet.