Page 73 of Solomon’s Temple

“Lo, pleeeasse!”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, don’t stop! Right there, baby!”

“Right here?” I dipped my hips and pumped upward, making her upper body fall flat until the rest of her body collapsed and convulsed with violent volition.

“Solomooonnn!” I wrapped my arms around her when I felt her cum squirt out like a broken faucet all over my thighs and the bedsheets. The satisfaction of feeling her warm, soaked, pulsating walls had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I felt my own nut climb until I came deep inside the best, most perfect place on Earth.

My body collapsed on top of hers, but I was careful not to squish her.

“Damn, shorty. I swear if we wasn’t already married, we’d be at the courthouse right now, saying our vows.”

She laughed through bated breaths. “And I’d be ready and willing to say I do.”

I kissed along her face before rolling over and pulling her into my arms. I could have gone longer or even two more rounds, but I could tell Beauty didn’t have the energy to last today. So I would let her be, even though she initiated the freak in me.

Neither of us spoke as we allowed our hearts and breaths to settle before we drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

I wasn’t sure how long we’d slept, but the ringing of my landline woke us up. Temple rolled over, throwing her leg and arm over me, I was sure to keep me in place.

I reached over and grabbed the cordless from the base. Without looking at the caller, I pressed the talk button.

“Hello?”

“Good evening, Mr. Matthews. This is Evan at the front desk. Your father is here to see you. Should I let him up?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, then dragged them over my eyes to wake myself up fully.

“Yeah. Let him up.”

“Will do, sir.”

I hung up and kissed Temple’s forehead. “Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“My pops is here. We have to get up.”

“Mmm. Do I have to?”

“I would like you to. I’m sure he’s here for both of us.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s get cleaned up. I don’t want him to smell you on me. I’d probably kill him if he compliments me on how good I smell.” I smirked as she laughed.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being realistic.” I got up, then picked her up and carried her to the adjoining bathroom. It took us thirty minutes to freshen up because I was hard and needed a release. Then we got dressed and headed into the living room, where my pops sat with a glass of cognac in his hand.

He must have brought it up because I didn’t keep liquor in the house no more.

I frowned slightly. “Didn’t know you liked the devil’s juice, Pop.”

I took a seat across from him and pulled Temple next to me.

He looked up at me with a hint of guilt in his eyes. “He who is without sin, cast the first stone. You know that scripture, I’m sure.”