Outfits are on profile.
There will be lemons! I don't own anything but Bahati and her family.
Today was the Governors Ball. My father volunteered to babysit his little Cupcake with Gracie, while we all go to the ball.
I had just came back home from picking up my shoes, and getting my ends trimmed. I got out the car, and walked to the garage door.
I went to put the key in, but the door just pushed open. I noticed the coat rack knocked over, onto the ground. I pulled out my phone, and texted Steve.
Babe, there's someone in the house.
I got a message back seconds later.
On my way. DON'T go in the house.
I smirked. He knows better than to give me idea's.
I snuck quietly into the house, and made sure not to make a sound. As i rounder a corner, i noticed someone in all black, walking through the living room. I snuck around, not letting my shoes making any noise. When i got around 10 feet behind him i said, "What are you doing?"
He jumped, and turned around. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Who are you?"
"Why should it matter who i am?"
"Because you're in my house." I frowned.
He stared at me for a while, but started to move towards the door. He started to run after a while, but i clothes-lined him, and slapped on the extra handcuffs Steve keeps in the hall table draw. I tied him to a chair, and went to the kitchen and made a chicken salad.
By the time Steve came, me and the perp, were laughing at something on TV. I had finished my salad, and had lye down on the couch.
Everyone came in, guns drawn, and froze at the scene in front of them. I just looked up at them, and pursed my lips.
"what?" I asked.
They just shook their heads, and took the dude out the house.
Steve came over, and pulled me into his arms.
"I told you to not go into the house. I was worried when you didn't text back."
He put me down, and pressed a passionate kiss to my lips. I just smiled innocently up at him. He shook his head laughing, and went back to work.
I had just gotten out of the shower, and was blow drying my hair. I straightened it, so my new bangs hung over my eyes, and my hair ran down my back. I did a natural look for my makeup, and a little gold eyeliner. I slipped into my gold, lace, ballerina, one shoulder dress. I put on my very expensive, Christian louboutin, rhinestone stilettos.
My new gold Chanel necklace, gold and diamond pointed studs, and a gold vintage cocktail ring later, I was ready to go.
I stuffed my things in a red Betsey Johnson wristlet, shaped like lips, and walked out into the bedroom. I stared hungrily at the sexy ass man standing in a sleek all black Armani suit.
I walked towards him, and wrapped my arms around his toned waist. He reached behind him, and pulled me in front of him. He leaned down, and whispered, "You look beautiful."
I smiled, and placed my hands under his jacket. Rubbing his back. "You can thank me later." I whispered back.
He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, and led me out to a gold, G-wagon. He helped me in, like a gentlemen, and we were off to the ball.
'Time Skip'
After that terribly boring ball, Steve and I changed out of our clothes, and lie in bed naked.
"You know I love you right?" he asked me.
"Of course. And I love you."
"Well, I've been thinking..." he trailed off.
I sat up in all my naked glory, and looked down at him. "What's wrong?"
He looked up at me, and sat up too. "Well I was thinking, that..." he paused. "Mary should come to visit. And stay here the whole time." he explained.
I grinned at him, and straddled his thighs. "That's a great idea." he grinned at me, and kissed my forehead.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, and gave him an electrifying kiss on his luscious lips. I sank my teeth into his bottom lips, and licked it. He ran his hands up my back, and into my hair.
I pushed him back, and ran my hands all over his toned chest. I could feel his hard cock, pressing into my ass. I continued to nibble on his neck, and he held my ass in his hands.
I leaned up, and started whispering all the things I wanted him to do to me, in Spanish. I smirked as his eyes rolled back in his head.
I grabbed ahold of his swelling penis, and pushed it into my pussy. He groaned out, and I let out a loud moan.
"Oh god." I moaned out.
We started moving in sync with each other. I placed my hands on his chest, leaned my head back, letting out his name in a cry. He placed his hands on my hips, and started pounding into me.
"Ahh. Don't stop. Right there." I cried, biting my lip.
I grinded on him, and he groaned out. "Oh fuck."
"You like that?" I asked, scraping my nails over his chest.
He nodded breathlessly. He flipped us over, and pinned my hands above my head, as i wrapped a leg around his hip. He leaned down, and sucked and pulled on my bottom lip, as he fucked me hard.
"Harder. Fuck me harder Steven!" I yelled out, throwing my head back.
I felt myself clench around his cock, and I screamed out his name, as I came all over him. He thrust a couple more times, before he shuddered, whispering my name, and filling me with his cum. I rolled out from under him, shaking and shivering.
"Come on." he growled out, pulling me up, and bending me forward.
I grabbed onto the headboard, as he entered me from behind. He started fucking me like never before. My grip on the headboard almost splintered the wood.
I screamed out as he hit my favorite spot. "Oh, right there. Fuck!"
He started getting rougher, and he pulled my hair, so he could suck on my neck. He palmed my breast with one hand, and the other went back to my hip to give him leverage.
He thrust into me one more time, and my juices squirted out, and my legs buckled. I feel down onto the bed.
I heaved, and panted. Trembling, I felt him pull me close to him. He kissed my neck, and chuckled. "Now I know if you like it rough."