Drunk In Love: An Original Love Story (2 page)

“That’s right,” he chimed in. “Cum in my mouth, beautiful,” he said in a muffled, deep tone.

Olivia couldn’t help but to clinch the wall as she felt the hot cum exploding from her insides. Zay stood up, spun her around and smiled from the intense stare that they gave one another. He untied the silk belt on his robe, and then opened it. His goods were exposed causing a huge smile to spread across Olivia’s face. He allowed the robe to fall to the floor as he stood there naked. Her eyes followed down his chiseled, muscular frame straight to his hard, thick, long wood. She couldn’t resist not exploring his body as she kneeled down and wrapped her small hands around it.

“Do what you wanna to it,” he spoke in a seductive tone.

The sound of the music played at the perfect volume as she smiled when hearing their song come on. The beginning of the tunes started to play in her ear as Zay pulled her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Zay swiftly lifted her one-hundred and forty pound, light weight body off of the floor, and then mounted her on the tip of his thick dick. He smiled at the way her mouth formed the perfect O, causing her to not know what to say from such an incredible feeling.

“I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking… I get filthy when that liquor get into me. I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking… Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you na na.”
The words intensely played in the background, causing Olivia to want to ride Zay around the world and back.

Zay pushed his hard wood deep inside her and stared into her beautiful brown, slanted eyes. He turned, walking her across the wide, spacious living room floor. To his left was an all white, grand piano. He walked her over to it then sat her ass on top of it as he stood there, dick still hard while massaging the inside of her warm pussy walls. She spread her legs wide, attempting to throw it back. Zay hooked his arms under her trembling legs, and then pushed them back further. His thick, ten inch dick was slightly curved to the left as he carefully hung it inside of her, pump after heated pump.

Olivia was making all kinds of sweet moans, and then as he touched base or what one would call, the bottom of her stomach, she’d moan louder like a wounded animal.

“Damn,” she whispered, attempting to ease him back a little by pushing his stomach, but he wouldn’t give in. “This dick good, daddy,” she’d moan with meaning as her face frowned, looking like she was about to cry again. Nothing turned him on more than seeing her sexy fuck faces. He drilled harder then plunged deeper, causing her to claw at his back for some type of relief. He had her losing her mind from feeling so good. It was intoxicating and his thrusts were even more intoxicating. Slowly, he backed out of her wet, cream filled pie, and then pushed away from her. He grabbed her by the hand, helping her down off of the piano.

“Go to the sofa,” he said, ready to really get the party started.

Chapter Two

While Olivia sashayed over to the beige, leather suede sofa, Zay was walking over to the glass table to retrieve the universal remote. The first button he pushed instantly tinted the big glass windows with no blinds. After repeatedly pressing the same button on the remote control the windows began to gradually darken. The sunlight shining through previously was now looking like the night light had crept in.

Zay started back towards her, his soft dick now swinging with each step he took. A smile appeared across her face as he sat down on the sofa. Olivia gracefully crawled down off of the sofa and kneeled down in between his legs. Looking up at him seductively; she smiled, and then took his long, limp manhood in her hands. She began to softly jack his dick to the rhythm of Drunk In Love as it continued to beat in the background. She had both hands wrapped around it as she hummed the lyrics of the song out loud. The palms of her hands were warm to the touch, causing Zay’s head to roll back until it landed on the top of the sofa. He took in a deep breath, catching a serious sensation shoot through his body. The warm juices from Olivia’s mouth caressing the tip of his dick had him gone.  

“Damn O’,” he spoke in a whispered tone. With his free hand, he placed it on the back of her head and gently fucked her mouth. She was gagging but kept slurping on it like she was aiming to please no matter what. Zay then pressed a different button on the universal remote, causing a sixty inch projection screen to slide down out of the ceiling, a little further back from them.

Olivia glanced back at the screen as a sizzling flick played, showing two women having a threesome with a man. One woman was riding the fuck out of his dick while the other was riding the fuck out of his tongue. Olivia smiled at seeing how this man had both women on edge and trying to out-fuck the other. She gazed at the women as they leaned in toward each other and started tongue kissing while at the same time, not skipping a beat on pleasing the big dick nigga.

Watching such a sexy fuck scene had Olivia smiling from ear to ear. She stood to her feet, extremely anxious then immediately, she mounted Zay’s hung pipe as he sat there. Her warm walls seemed to suck him in while she slid up and down on his throbbing dick. Zay showed her something different. He excited her to the upmost with each visit and they only seemed to get better and spontaneously crazier. Nothing turned her on more than pleasing a nigga that knew how to genuinely please her back.

Zay took in a much needed, deep breath from trying to hold it in so long to keep himself from exploding inside of her sloppy, wet pussy.

“Damn baby,” he anxiously said as her muscles gripped his dick. “This is some good pussy.”

Olivia began to slow grind, back and forth on his erect tool. Her creamy insides thickened the outside of his dark shaft. She knew she had him where she wanted him when he dropped the remote and firmly caressed both of her ass cheeks. While palming her ass with both of his hands, he scooted to the edge of the sofa and dug inside her, pounding deeper and deeper. He was fucking her from the bottom, admiring the way that she held her mount, but her loud moans sounding off in his ear indicated that she was about to come off of it.

“Don’t run,” he whispered.

“Oh my God,” she screamed out from the hurt so good corners that Zay was smashing. It seemed that he was hitting a homeroom each time he dug in deeper. “Damn baby,” she squealed, trying to lift herself up off of him.

“Where are you going?” He arrogantly asked. “Don’t run.”

“Ohhhh baby,” she called out.

“No running,” he spoke in her ears.

“Damn, you’re driving me crazy.” She called out as Zay went harder, feeling that he was about to erupt. “Why you won’t cum?” She asked, knowing that he had to be close to the edge.

“It’s coming,” Zay replied, in between deep breathes.

Olivia swiftly came out of his firm hold and bounced up off of his dick. She didn’t waste any time getting on her knees and giving him some amazing head.

“Daaaaaaamn,” he let out, eyes rolling in the back of his sockets.

Zay felt himself about to let it rip as their favorite song hit its climax in the background. Not being able to take it anymore, he spit up a small load of nut in her mouth as she pulled it out to let the rest of it hit her in the face. He rubbed it in, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin against his swollen, sensitive dick head. They intimately gazed at each other then burst out laughing at the lyrics now playing from the song.

Now eat the cake, Anna Mae… Say eat the cake, Anna Mae.

****

Olivia took in a satisfying deep breath as Mark rolled over, wrapping his arms around her. It was nothing like being brought back to reality and very quickly. She attempted to smile in her sleep as if feeling her husband’s arms around her body made her feel safe and warm. However, the only arms she wished she was in were Zay’s.

Mark reached down and rubbed between her legs. She was soaking wet as if she’d squirted in her sleep. She pretended to squirm a little bit as she opened her eyes meeting up with his. He smiled.

“Damn,” he chuckled, and then asked. “Wet dream?”

She put on her fake smile, knowing that he could never make her feel like her thoughts just did. “I don’t know what’s going on down there.” She lied, still smiling in a believable manner. She’d hit the same smile on him the day she returned from Atlanta after seeing Zay. She’d bought him a couple pair of Tom Ford shoes and a shiny, new Cartier watch. She’d also gotten him a couple of new shirts out of Zay’s closet since they wore the same size clothes, being nearly the same height and build. He never minded her business meetings out of town, because he got to enjoy all the goodies she’d bring back with her.

She wiped her eyes like she was trying to wake up then leaned over and kissed him. “Morning baby,” she spoke.

Mark still had his fingers in the fold of her pussy lips as he smiled at her. “Good morning, baby.” He spoke back. “Are you cooking breakfast?”

She casually moved his hand then rolled out of bed. “If that’s what my husband wants.” She grabbed her robe, putting it on. Glancing back at Mark caused her to smile. In that split second, she saw the man that she’d fallen in love with years prior. For two years they were engaged, and then they had a nice, small wedding with a few family members and friends. Now total, it was eight years later and things had really fizzled in her marriage.

“Come here,” he said, watching her as she fumbled through the clothes in the drawer for something to wear for the day.

“What’s up?” she asked, not wanting to look back at him, feeling a bit guilty for her indecent actions with Zay.

“Hey,” he called out to get her attention. She looked back and shyly smiled. Mark was still a very handsome man. He had smooth chocolate skin and honey colored eyes that stood out as he stared at her. His dark hair was cut low, showing off his pretty, deep waves. His goatee was neatly trimmed and only accentuated his nice, pearly white smile.  “I think I’d like to eat you for breakfast since I’m off today.” He flirted.

“That actually sounds good.” She said, watching him get out of bed and slipping his feet inside his bedroom shoes.

He walked up on her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I just wanna eat you this morning. I can skip breakfast.”

“Sounds like you wanna do something spontaneous,” Olivia said, thinking that Mark didn’t have a spontaneous bone in his body. He was old fashioned and even though he was packing with a nice size dick, he was unaware of how to use it properly. She stayed on the bottom since missionary was his favorite position. She couldn’t remember when the last time she’d rode him or he’d hit it from the back.

“After feeling that puddle between your legs, I’m feeling real freaky.” He said.

Olivia was surprised as she raised a concerned eyebrow. “Are you sure?” She questioned as he anxiously smiled with an agreeing nod of his head. Feeling horny from thinking about Zay, she quickly made her way back to the bed to lie down. She pulled her nightgown over her head, exposing her naked body. Seeing this caused Mark’s manhood to almost jump out of his pajamas. She began to play in her wet pussy with her eyes closed. Mark pulled his dick out of the hole on the front of his boxer shorts. The hole in which he only pulled his dick out to pee now looked quite sexy to Olivia while he gently stroked it.

He is being spontaneous
. She thought as she watched him slow jacking his dick. It grew harder and longer. “Aaaah,” he let out as Olivia cut her eyes over at him. Mark was certainly doing something that she’d never seen him do before. Looking into her slanted eyes only lured him in closer. He kneeled down beside the bed and took her right nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it.

“Mmmmm,” Olivia unexpectedly moaned. Mark was definitely on his grown man shit that morning. He started finger fucking her, and then licked the juices off his fingers with a tasteful smile spread across his handsome face. “Wow,” she whispered, witnessing such a daring act by her boring husband.

Mark then got up, holding his eight and a half inches of steel in his hand and got on top of his wife. Olivia softly rolled her eyes up in her head.

I knew it was too good to be true
, she thought, so over the missionary position that he kept her in.

Mark slowly entered her juice box. She took in a deep breath, because it always started off so good. He began grinding inside her pussy, feeling like he already wanted to nut. His thoughts reflected on business meetings and upcoming work projects, and then it went right back to his wife’s deep, hot pussy. He tried thinking about playing golf with his buddies, since that was one of his favorite hobbies, but again his thoughts went back to the slippery hole-in-one between Olivia’s legs.

“Damn,” he said out loud, stroking her walls so good that he couldn’t contain himself. Four minutes into the fuck session, he was busting a strong nut inside her. He rolled over, next to Olivia. She didn’t waste any time getting out of the bed and walking into the bathroom. He lay there chilling like he was the man as she washed her face with a cold rag just wishing that he could last, at least five minutes longer.

Fucking Mark in that manner was nothing new. He’d stepped outside of his comfort zone just enough to excite her, but then he went right back inside it. She hated this about him. She had a high sex drive and she wanted him to lay it down, but he’d disappoint her every time. She fell in love with his drive, and his ambition. The fact that he wanted to settle down and be with her was the icing on the cake. She knew that women drooled over him, but if only they knew. What she knew was that he loved her and only her, but even that was starting to not be enough.

It was never about the money, because they owned a hair salon and she and Mark had made some great investments in other businesses, one being Felisha’s nail salon. Mark also owned a line of dump trucks, making damn good money off of them. So, the money wasn’t an issue. However, being with a boring, insensitive man that had no impulsive sex drive was killing her softly.

Zay brought out the freak in her and she allowed him to explore every part of her body any way that he wanted to. This within itself was definitely driving her crazy. She had to maintain her thoughts and her actions. She wasn’t fully happy with her husband, but she didn’t want their marriage to end because of her infidelity. She had to think of a way of making it easier. Either her husband was going to step his game up or another man was creeping in to steal his position. The choice was his.