stack definitely the type to bully you while you got his dick in your mouth
just talking shit while grinning and looking down at you
i feel like that nigga really would hurt his girl feelings lol 😭
he get carried away with the shit too telling you how you suck dick too pretty and then force it down your throat
he not a overly serious daddy dom like smoke is or mysterious daddy dom that keeps you coming back like Erik
i feel like he genuinely just be playing with you because he don't take shit seriously 😭 lol
like overly playful and doing to much and just overall disrespectful as fuck but the dick be hitting so you keep coming back
Confessions Restaurant & Lounge pulses with booming 808 basslines of UGK, Z-Ro & Trae Tha Truth. Thick Southern drawl in every Dirty South lyric that matched the crowd moving below. Brown skin, dark skin, copper skin, deep mahogany skin caught the strobe lights and threw it back in flashes. Gold hoops swung. Rings glimmered. Fresh lineups, silk presses, locs, curls, braids, and fades moved through the sea of black people like art in motion. Everywhere you looked, somebody was laughing. Heads tipped back. Hands slapped shoulders. You could see girls huddled and gossiping while sipping vibrant drinks that snuck up on them like a chill. Bodies packed the main floor, women in lace jumpsuits, tight dresses, skirts that barely covered ass, stilettos and platforms. Men wearing sneakers straight out the box, all the jewelry in their collection, grills gleaming like rainbows. Women twerked low to the southern beats while men watched from the edges with drinks in hand.
Up in the private VIP section, separated by velvet ropes and a low glass partition that let the noise in but kept the space exclusive. Plush black leather couches lined the walls, low tables scattered with bottles of top-shelf liquor and ashtrays holding half-smoked blunts.
Stack sat back in the center couch, one arm draped along the backrest, black shirt open at the collar to show the gold chains layered against his brown skin. His tailored pants fit sharp over his athletic frame, expensive loafers planted wide, rings catching the colored lights every time he lifted his glass.
She sat right beside him, thigh pressed against his. Her dress clung like it was painted on, short enough to show the length of her legs and cut low to frame the curve of her chest, the fabric shimmering. She held her posture straight, shoulders back, chin lifted just enough to project that ice-queen distance she wore like armor. Her eyes stayed sharp, scanning the room with cool assessment, and every time Stack leaned in, she answered with clipped words or a raised brow that dared him to push further.
Stack watched her for a long moment, the mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes narrowing as he read the attitude rolling off her. His honeyed, Mississippi drawl came low, meant only for her ear over the thump of the music.
“You been runnin’ that mouth all night like you forgot where you at. Like you forgot who put you in this section, who decides how long you stay.” His free hand rested on her knee, fingers pressing just firm enough to remind her of the grip he could tighten. “You know who you belong to. You know what happens if you keep givin’ me that look, like you too good for a reminder.”
She shifted in her seat slightly but didn’t pull away, her expression staying composed even as the tension between them rose. Stack’s thumb traced a slow line along her skin, his gaze dropping briefly to the way her dress rode up before lifting back to her face.
“Keep it up and I’ma put you right where you need to be. On your knees in this booth…throat open while the music covers every sound you make…you think that attitude protects you out there but in here…it just tells me how bad you want the correction.”
His voice always stayed smooth, flirtatious on the surface but edged with the control he wielded so easily. It made her pulse quicken despite the cool mask she kept in place.
Stack fixed her with that sharp, amused stare.
“Why the fuck you show up if you can’t stand me?”
She crossed her arms, her posture stiff and eyes darting to the crowd beyond them. “I came for the music. That’s all.”
He chuckled low at first, then let it roll out fuller, shaking his head like she’d told the best joke he’d heard all night.
“Nah. Don’t play that. You knew I’d be here. So what’s the real reason?”
“Drop it,” she whispered, turning her shoulder slightly away.
Stack leaned in closer, his gold chains catching the colored lights. His lips brushed her cheek, nose pressed against her hair, taking a sniff.
“I don’t like being ignored. You hear me? Answer the question.”
She stayed quiet, jaw tight, refusing to meet his gaze even as the tension pulled tighter between them. Her eyes flicked down for a split second, catching the thick outline pressing against his pants, heavy and obvious. She snapped her focus back up fast, but not fast enough.
Stack caught the glance, his lips curving into a slow grin. He chuckled, the sound warm and knowing.
“What you lookin’ at?”
She shifted her weight, voice flat. “You know what I’m looking at.”
Stack reached out without hesitation, catching her wrist and guiding her hand straight to the fat bulge in his pants. Her palm landed against the heat and solid weight of it, fingers brushing the shape through the fabric. She rolled her eyes hard, pulling her usual ice back into place like armor, expression bored and distant even as her hand stayed where he put it.
Stack watched her face the whole time, reading every flicker she tried to hide.
“Yeah, I see you. Actin’ like you don’t care, but your hand ain’t moving.” His voice dropped lower, rough around the edges with that familiar taunt. “You gon’ keep playing games or you gon’ get on your knees and suck this dick?”
The question hung between them just like that fat dick twitching hard beneath her hand, a sudden pulse that made the thick shaft jump against her fingers. Heat radiated through the fabric, intense and alive, the warmth seeping into her skin like it was trying to brand her. She could feel every detail—the fat girth stretching the material taut, the way it throbbed with a steady pulse that matched the bass from the club floor, the subtle ridge along the underside that hinted at its veined length. It was solid, unyielding, and growing firmer by the second under her touch, the warmth building until it felt almost feverish.
She bit down on her lower lip, teeth sinking in to trap the moan that threatened to slip out. Her body betrayed her even as she kept her expression locked in that icy mask, eyes narrowed and jaw set like she was above all this. But her mouth watered anyway, saliva pooling at the thought of wrapping around that big dick, and her clit thumped insistently between her thighs, a dull ache that pulsed in time with the twitch she felt in her palm. Defiance kept her spine straight and her shoulders squared, but the way her fingers curled just slightly against the bulge gave her away, pressing in to feel more of that thick, warm weight.
Stack’s eyes never left her face, noticing the way her breath hitched despite her best efforts.
“That’s what I thought.” Stack whispered, shifting his hips just enough to grind the print harder into her hand.
Stack didn’t wait for an answer. His free hand went to his pants, unzipping with a quick pull that freed the heavy length of his dick. It sprang out thick and dark, the fat head glistening with a bead of precum, veins pulsing along the shaft. She couldn’t tear her eyes from it, the sight locking her in place even as her fingers stayed pressed against the warm skin now exposed.
Stack laughed low, the sound rumbling from his chest as he caught the way her gaze locked on, wide and hungry despite the stubborn set of her jaw.
“Look at that face,” he taunted, voice thick with amusement and that Mississippi drawl. “Eyes all big like you ain’t never seen a dick this size before. You actin’ like you too good but your mouth’s damn near droolin’. Go on, admit it…that look says you want every inch down your throat.”
Stack’s hips thrusted upward, positioning that fat dick straight up so it stood rigid against his stomach, the full weight of his balls hanging heavy and tight below. It twitched visibly, the shaft bobbing with each rush of blood, the warmth radiating off it in waves that she felt even from inches away. The head flared dark and slick, a thick vein running the underside that throbbed in time with the southern bass.
Her defiance cracked right there. She gave in with a sharp breath, sliding down to her knees without another word, dress bunched at her waist, bare ass resting on her heels. Her hands reached to grip his thighs as her lips parted. The heat hit her first when she leaned in, that feverish warmth from his skin making her clit throb harder between her legs.
Stack’s dick stood heavy and rigid in front of her face, a network of raised veins pulsing along its length. The fat head flared wide, shiny with a bead of precum that stretched into a thin string when she leaned in. Her mouth watered openly now, tongue flicking out to taste the tip before her lips parted and stretched around the broad crown, struggling to take the girth as she sank down. Saliva welled up fast, coating the upper half of his shaft in a glossy sheen that caught the strobe lights every time she bobbed.
Stack’s hand rested on the back of her head, rings heavy against her hair. He let her work for a few strokes, watching her cheeks hollow and her throat flex. Then, he gave a short push that forced another inch inside.
“That mouth tryin’, ain’t it?” He said, voice low and taunting. “You call that sucking, baby? Feel like you just holding it.”
She tried to take more, jaw aching, but he tightened his grip and eased her back until the head remained between her lips like she was sucking on a lollipop. A wet pop sounded when he pulled free completely. His dick swayed, slick and heavy, the veins standing out darker now from the suction. Stack tapped his fat head against her cheek twice, leaving wet marks and sticky trails of pre cum.
“Nah. Lick it proper first. Base to tip. Slow. Show me you want it.”
Her tongue dragged along the underside, tracing every ridge and vein, saliva dripping from her chin onto her cleavage. Stack watched with half-lidded eyes, the corner of his mouth lifted, dimple peeking. When she reached the head and swirled her tongue around it, he let her suck the tip again for a moment before yanking her off once more.
“Greedy. You ain’t earned the whole thing yet.”
Stack gripped the base with one hand, angling the thick length so the head brushed her parted lips but stayed just out of reach. She leaned forward; he leaned back an inch, keeping the distance.
“Uh-uh. Ask nice. Tell me what that mouth is good for.”
Her answer came out hoarse, “for sucking this big dick.”
Stack rewarded her with a single swallow thrust that barely stretched her lips before withdrawing again. Spit trailed from her lower lip to the head of his dick.
“That’s better,” he said, feeding her another inch, then two, until her nose nearly brushed his trimmed hair.
He held her there, feeling her throat flutter around the fat intrusion, then pulled her off completely. His dick glistened from root to tip, strands of spit connecting her mouth to the head. Stack slapped it lightly against her tongue, the weight of it making a soft pat-pat sound.
“Breathe. Then try again. And don’t stop until I say.”
She dove back in, lips sliding down the veined girth with more determination, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth. Stack’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her but never letting her set the pace herself. Every few strokes he would ease her back, denying her the deeper reach she chased, his voice smooth and cutting above her.
“Still half-assing it. Open that throat or I’ll do it for you.”
That fat head popped free again, shiny and swollen, and he dragged it across her lips in a slow tease before letting her have it once more. She slid back down on him, lips straining wide around the broad crown, but Stack’s fingers tightened in her hair and he gave a low chuckle that held no warmth.
“Nah. I don’t want that pretty dick sucking either. You hear me?” He yanked her off with a wet pop, dick swinging heavy and slick, thickness coated in ropes of spit that dripped from the tip down to the base where veins stood out dark and pulsing. His fat length twitched, shiny and obscene, Stack slapping it on her tongue again.
“Open wider. Get nasty wit’ it. I want spit running down my balls, not this tidy little bob you think pass for sucking.”
Stack fed that wide tip back between her lips but only halfway, holding her there while she sucked softly, then pulled free once more so his entire veined girth glistened and swayed in her face in a hypnotic dance. Her chin was shiny, drool sliding down her neck. Stack angled his dick so the head brushed her cheek, leaving a wet smear.
“Look at that. You tryna keep it cute? Fuck that. Slobber on it like the greedy slut you is.”
Stack pushed her face lower, making her tongue drag along the underside where a thick vein pulsed against her taste buds, then let her suck the tip again only to deny her the rest. Every time she tried to sink deeper he eased back, the fat crown popping free shiny and swollen, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his dick.
“That’s right. Make a mess. I want it dripping off my shit ‘fore I even think ‘bout letting you choke on the whole thing.” His free hand stroked the base once, slow, showing her the full heavy length before tapping it against her parted lips. “Breathe through your nose and get sloppy. Or I’ll just fuck that throat myself.”
She stopped fighting the urge and let it happen, drool spilling freely from the corners of her mouth as she worked her tongue along every inch he allowed. Spit coated the full length of his dick, thick strands stretching and snapping each time she pulled back for air. Wet trails ran down her throat and soaked the neckline of her dress. Stack watched with a satisfied smirk, his grip in her hair firm.
“There it is,” he said, voice low and approving in that mocking way he had. “Look how quick you got it. All I had to do was tell you once and now you making a proper mess. Easy, ain’t it?” He let her sink a little deeper on her own, the head of his dick nudging the back of her throat before he eased her off again. “Follow directions and this shit get simple. No need for all that fuckin’ attitude you walked in wit’. Just open up and slobber like I said.”
Her tongue dragged heavy and wet under his shaft, spit bubbling at the corners as she tried to take more without being told. Stack chuckled, tapping his slick head against her lips before sliding it back in halfway.
“Yeah, just like that. See how much better it feels when you stop pretending? You can act like you run shit out there, but right here you follow every word, makes my job easy too.”
His fat crown pressed deeper while spit poured down over his balls. The wet sounds filled the VIP space, louder than the muffled bass from the club floor. Stack’s free hand rested on her jaw, thumb stroking the slick skin as he held her in place for a moment.
“Keep going exactly like that. No fancy tricks just the nasty shit I asked for. You do that and we both get what we want.”
She kept at it without hesitation, her mouth working steadily over every inch he gave her. Spit ran in heavy streams down his thick dick and over his heavy balls, soaking the front of his pants where they hung open. Her tongue pressed flat and eager, dragging wet and thorough each time she pulled back before sinking forward again. No resistance left in the way she moved, just the steady rhythm he had set for her.
“You really can’t stand me, huh? Always got that look like you wanna slap the smirk off my face. But here you are again, lips stretched around my dick like it’s the only thing that shuts you up. Every single time you swear this the last…you end up on your knees. Can’t leave it alone, can you?”
He rocked his hips forward once, testing how deep she would take it on her own. She did, throat working around the head without pulling away. More spit bubbled out and dropped onto the floor between his feet. Stack laughed, thumb brushing the corner of her stretched mouth.
“Look at this mess you making. All ‘cause you can’t stay away from what you claim to hate. I tell you to get sloppy and you do it like it’s second nature. Follow every word I give you, even when you glaring at me with those sharp eyes. You hate how easy it is. Hate that you keep coming back for more of this.”
The club music thumped somewhere beyond the VIP curtain, but in here it was only the sound of her wet lips and his voice laying out every contradiction.
“You walk ‘round like nobody can touch you, but the second I tell you to open up you turn into this. Can’t stand me, yet you can’t stop sucking me off every chance you get. Makes me wonder what you’d do if I told you to stop right now. Bet you’d keep goin’ anyway, just to prove you can walk away whenever you want. We both know better.”
Stack rose to his full height, glass in hand, the ice clinking as he took a slow sip. He looked down at her on her knees, eyes locked on the way her lips stayed wrapped around him.
“No hands,” Stack commanded. “Just that mouth. Work it like you mean it. All jaws, no shortcuts.”
She adjusted without a word, hands dropping to her sides. Her jaw flexed as she pushed forward, taking more of him in one steady glide. She moved like she knew exactly how to angle it, cheeks hollowing on each pull, tongue pressing hard along the underside with every stroke.
Stack watched her, drink still in one hand while the other rested at his side.
“That’s it. Suck that dick like the pro you are when nobody’s watching. Look at you, throat working overtime. You act like you hate my guts when we in public but in here you swallow every gahdamn inch of this dick like it’s your favorite meal.”
Stack rocked his hips once, testing her rhythm, and she took it deeper without pulling back. More spit spilled over her bottom lip and ran down his balls. Stack chuckled, low and rough.
“Admit it. You love this big dick. Say it while you got it stuffed in your mouth. Tell me how much you love choking on it every time you swear you done wit’ me.”
She refused to give him that satisfaction with words but her jaw worked harder, the wet sounds filling the space between them. Stack took another sip, eyes never leaving her face.
“Come on. I wanna hear it. You can’t leave this alone ‘cause you love how it fills your throat. You love gettin’ bullied while you drool all over it. Say the words.” Her pace stayed relentless, lips stretched tight. Stack tilted his head, voice turning sharper. “That’s my mean girl, keep going. Admit everything. How you can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout this dick even when you give me attitude. Say it loud enough so I know you mean it.”
Stack held still, letting her drive the motion, watching every bob of her head and every flex of her throat as she worked him deeper. The club noise stayed muffled beyond the curtain while he sipped again, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.
“Good girl. Now keep that mouth moving and tell me the rest. How bad you need it. How you hate yourself for loving every second of this.”
Stack yanked his dick free from her throat, gripping the base and started smacking the heavy length across her face. Each slap landed with a wet thud, the head dragging over her cheek, across her lips, up to her forehead, leaving shiny streaks behind. He did it slow at first, then faster. Her eyes watered but she kept them open, staring up at him.
“I can’t fucking stand you,” she rasped, voice thick and broken from how deep she’d been taking him. “But I love it. I love all of it. This big dick, the way it stretches my throat, how you make me kneel and take it. I love choking on every inch even when I swear I hate you.”
Stack let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and amused. He slapped his dick harder against her cheek, then dragged it down to smack her chin.
“Look at this pathetic face. Sayin’ you can’t stand me while my dick all over it. You love it so much you drooling just from the words. Go on, keep talkin’. Tell me how bad you need this dick you claim to hate.”
He kept the pace going, smacking the thick shaft over her nose and lips, the wet slaps echoing in the VIP section. Spit flew with each strike. Her expression stayed wrecked, mouth open, tongue half out like she couldn’t help chasing it.
“That’s right,” he mocked, voice smooth even as he bullied her with his dick. “Admit it all. You sneak around just to get treated like this. Can’t get enough of how I make you feel like nothin’ but a hole for me to use. Say it louder.”
She swallowed, throat working, and kept going between the hits.
“I love this big dick more than anything. I love how you make me do this, how you don’t let me use my hands, how you laugh at me while I beg for it. I hate you but I can’t stop wanting every second of it.”
Stack grinned, dimples flashing, and gave one final slap across both cheeks with his tip girth before pressing the head against her lips again.
“Good. Now open up and prove it.”
She proved it right away. Her lips parted wide and she took him back in, sucking hard and sloppy like she was desperate for some prize at the end. Her tongue worked the underside in fast strokes while she bobbed her head, cheeks sunken with every pull. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her dress as she pushed deeper, taking more of him without any hesitation.
Stack felt his dick swell thicker in her mouth, the head pulsing against her tongue as he got closer. He groaned low and gripped her hair tighter.
“You want my nut that bad, huh? Look at you workin’ for it. Tell me where you want it. How bad you need it.”
She pulled off just enough to speak, voice hoarse and frantic between licks.
“And want it so bad, Stack. Give me that nut. I want it all over my face, down my throat, anywhere you say. I need it more than anything right now. Please, just cum for me.”
Stack chuckled again, mocking and low. “Hold still then. Grab my glass and don’t spill a drop.”
She reached up with one shaking hand and took the glass from him, holding it steady while he planted both palms on her head. Stack drove forward, fucking her throat in hard, steady thrusts. His hips snapped towards her face as he chased his release, using her mouth like it was made for exactly this.
Stack’s body tensed hard, his hips jerking forward one last time before he yanked his dick free from her throat with a wet pop. Thick ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head, the first heavy spurt landing across her cheek and splattering up toward her eye in a hot, sticky line. More followed in powerful pulses, each one shooting out in long, creamy strands that painted her face white. His load was massive, costing her skin in heavy globs that dripped down her jaw and onto the neckline of her dress.
His face twisted in raw pleasure, brows furrowed deep, full lips parted around a guttural groan that built into a low, drawn-out moan. His deep brown eyes narrowed to slits, lashes fluttering as his chest heaved, the veins in his neck standing out while he emptied himself with a stutter of his hips. Stack aimed the next burst lower, letting the cum land directly on her wiggling tongue as she held it out for him, the warm fluid pooling there in a thick puddle before overflowing down her chin.
“Fuck, that’s it.” He rasped, voice thick and taunting even as his dick twitched through the last shots. “Look at all that nut on your pretty face. You earned every drop, didn’t you?”
She didn’t pull away, instead leaning in to suck the remaining cum from his still-hard length. Her lips sealing around the head and milking him clean with slow, tight pulls until nothing more came out. Stack watched her with a smirk, his hand still tangled in her hair as he praised her through the taunts.
“Good girl, swallowing what you can and wearing the rest like a badge. Such a nasty little slut for me, huh? Bet you love feeling it cool on your skin.”
She rolled her eyes at him from her knees, the gesture full of attitude even with his cum streaking her face. Stack burst out laughing, the sound rich and amused as he tilted her chin higher with one finger.
“There she is. Always got that fire, even when she’s covered in me.”
Summary: Annie is ready to take all of Smoke and she’s done the work to prove it. In their secluded ranch home, Smoke takes control, guiding her through a slow yet intense night where trust, desire, and discipline collide as he takes her deeper than ever before.
Warnings: SMUT (Anal-play, dirty talk, Papa Smoke, Daddy Smoke, oral pleasure, size kink) Billionaires Annie x Smoke
This is a little treat for my girl @soufcakmistress & a look into what a life would be like for billionaire, power couple Annie and Smoke Moore. This takes place at one of their private properties.
Evening had blanketed the luxurious ranch, the sky shifted from gold to a deep violet and the vast land responded in its own quiet language. Katydids, field crickets, and cicadas woke. The pond gave off a soft shimmer. Somewhere near the tree line, the horses flicked their tails and moved closer to the barn, sensing that night had come.
Annie Moore stepped onto the spacious porch and paused, letting the air wrap around her. It had weight to it here. Southern heat. Fragrance. Memory. Evening on their land carried Smoke’s signature from the dark wood siding of the house to the line of lanterns he installed along the porch rail for her. They glowed like small fire spirits guiding her back every time she wandered too far.
The luxury ranch stretched wide and private, a pocket of the world carved out just for the two of them. Acres of pasture rolled away into the distance. A creek curved through the back woods like a hidden vein. Dear, and other forest animals stepped carefully near the pond at dusk, lowering their heads as if paying silent respect to whatever lived in the stillness. Smoke always said the land was alive. Annie believed him. It breathed around her and it listened.
The dogs had already begun their evening patrol. Bramble trotted along the fence line, a hulking shadow with eyes that missed nothing. Jet lingered closer to the porch, pacing until he was certain everything was as it should be. Annie watched him settle, then glanced towards the barn where a warm light glowed through the half-open doors. Smoke was still inside, finishing whatever he needed to finish before he put the day down.
The barn always pulled Annie’s attention. Its cedar beams held the scent of hay and leather, and the stable lamps casted a soft amber wash over the stalls. Midnight, Smoke’s stallion, turned his head at the sound of footsteps, ears pricking forward. Honey drop—mild-tempered and curious—leaned out of her stall as if expecting Annie to come in and stroke her muzzle. Flint and River shifted in the straw, the gentle scrape of hooves echoing in the quiet.
But tonight, Annie didn’t walk towards the barn. She stood on the porch, watching the last of the sun sink behind the ridge, the ranch house behind her. A house Smoke designed to feel lived-in and intimate instead of ostentatious. Dark wood floors. Soft lamps. Deep ruggs that cushioned her steps. A fireplace that never quite lost its ember scent. It was the kind of home that asked nothing of them except honestly.
Inside, the living room held a peaceful quiet. The broad stone fireplace flickered, casting shadows along the walls. Smoke’s favorite armchair sat angled towards the fire, his book still open on the table beside it. The kitchen beyond it glowed with under-cabinet lights, a soft golden wash over marble counters and shiny appliances. Pots hung neatly above the island. Fresh herbs and spices waited in jars and a heavy-duty wooden cutting board sat on the kitchen island like Annie planned to cook later.
Their bedroom sat on the second floor towards the back of the house where night always felt thickest and the quiet didn’t break unless they broke it. Their bed was low and wide, dressed in black linen sheets. The balcony door was cracked open, letting in a faint breeze that carried the scent of pine and distant earth. Annie could see the faint outline of the pond from where she stood, moonlight reflecting on its service. Smoke built this place for peace. Annie turned it into home. The ranch held both desire and a soft domesticity.
Annie eased further down the porch steps. Smoke’s silhouette moved inside the barn, tall and broad, presence unmistakable even from afar. She watched him for a long moment, the easy strength in the way he lifted the feed bag. The quiet confidence in how he moved through a space that obeyed him. Her pulse answered him from across the field.
It always did.
Everything on this land—every horse, every breeze, every grain of dust that’s suspended in golden light—knew them. Knew their history. Knew the magnetic pull between their bodies. Knew the way Smoke’s voice softened only for her. Knew the way Annie curved towards him before he even touched her.
Annie stepped back inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click, sealing her into the low-lit peace of their home. Shadows deepened along the hallway walls as she moved towards the kitchen.
It greeted her with open arms.
Wide counters of dark stone. A double farmhouse sink. Tall-backed leather stools lining the island. Everything smelling faintly of fresh herbs and wood polish.
Annie reached for the small alcove tucked between the pantry and the far wall. Smoke had designed it specifically for their wine, built into chilled shelving that displayed bottles like artifacts. Their vineyard was a passion project, a piece of their legacy, and the pride of the collection sat at eye level:
Boudreaux & Moore Reserve.
A full-bodied Southern red blend cultivated from Delta soil that runs deep with memory, mineral, and heat. Grown under long Mississippi suns and cooled by river wind at dusk. The wine carries both structure and soul.
It’s a wine of contrast.
Dark but luminous. Refined but untamed.
Each vintage is produced in limited quantity, hand-harvested and aged with patience, never rushed. The result is a red that doesn’t simply sit on the palate, it settles in, lingers, and speaks back.
Annie smiled as her fingers brushed the label.
A proprietary blend, typically composed of Cabernet Sauvignon for backbone, tannin, and depth. Syrah for spice, smoke, and body. And Petit Verdot for color, structure, and a subtle wild edge. The exact ratios shift slightly with each harvest, guided by instinct, climate, and taste rather than rigid formula.
In the glass, Boudreaux & Moore Reserve pours a deep garnet-black, almost opaque at its center, with a slow-moving viscosity that clings to the bowl. At the rim, a faint crimson halo catches the light. A quiet reminder that beneath its darkness, there is warmth.
The bottle is heavy, dark glass—nearly black. The label sits against it like a quiet statement. Matte black textured paper embossed in aged gold foil. At the center, a grapevine rises from the bottom of the label, its roots thick and grounded. As it climbs, the vine begins to unravel into soft curls of smoke, fading into the upper design. Hidden within the border, nearly invisible unless studied closely, are fine-lined details:
Subtle Rootwork-inspired patterns.
Coordinates of the vineyard.
A faint, almost ghostlike glow etched into the vine lines.
At the bottom edge, a single line reads:
“From soil to spirit”
Two forces. Two histories. Two fires learning how to burn in harmony.
Annie pulled a bottle free, the glass cool in her hand. The cork released with a soft pop. The scent rose immediately.
Black cherry.
Warm spice.
A hint of dark plum and oak.
Thick and sultry on the tongue.
A wine that unfolded slowly. A wine with weight.
She poured herself a glass, the rich color catching the kitchen light and glowed like garnet. Annie carried it through the living room and took her usual seat on the corner of the sectional. The place where she could see the kitchen. The hallway. The porch. The world felt anchored from here. And on nights like this, she liked to sit and listen for the sound of Smoke coming home.
The first sign was the creak of the porch. Then, the door opened. The unmistakable sound of his boots. Smoke always stopped at the threshold. Always respected the house she poured herself into. He braced one hand against the wall as he untugged the heel of the first cowboy boot. Then the second. When he stepped inside fully, the air shifted.
Smoke filled the doorway in a way that made the room feel smaller, hotter, more aware of itself. The barn’s heat clung to him. The scent of cedar, horse, sweat, and something unmistakably him drifted forward with each step.
His body was everything Annie loved. Broad shoulders, thick muscles. Arms carved from heavy work and heavy habits. A chest framed by a white tank that clung to him, damp in places from the work he’d done in the barn. Deep, brown skin kissed bronze at the high points. Neck glistening faintly. Jaw shadowed. Lips soft and plush but set in a stoic, focused way he carried when he had been working.
He wore denim. Well-worn. Low on his hips. Dark where sweat and dirt had touched. Faded where his thighs stretched the fabric. The sight of him alone could bring a flush to her.
Her man. Her husband. Her impossible softness wrapped inside a body built for strength.
Smoke didn’t glance her way at first, he headed straight to the sink. He turned on the faucet and ran his hands under the water, rubbing away dust and the lingering feel of leather reins. He lathered his hands good twice, his back flexed with each motion. Shoulders rising and settling. The tank stretching across muscle she had memorized with her palms.
Annie sipped her wine slowly, enjoying the view. Enjoying the warmth pooling in her belly. Enjoying the simple luxury of watching her husband move through the space they built together.
Smoke reached for some paper towels, dried his hands, tossed it in the trash, and only then did he look her way.
His eyes softened. Just enough for her to feel it. The quiet between them grew charged. Familiar.
Annie lifted her glass again, just to give her hands something to do while she admired him. Smoke leaned his hip against the counter and studied her in that way he did when he knew she had something on her mind.
Annie smiled. Knowing.
Smoke crossed the room with the steady confidence that always made Annie’s breath hitch. His steps were unhurried. They came from a man who never needed to announce himself. Smoke stopped in front of her, casting a shadow over her body. Annie lounged along the sectional like she had been poured onto it, her mint green abaya dress draped in soft folds, one shoulder exposed, the fabric slipping just enough to reveal a hint of collarbone and the gleam of her gold jewelry. The dress hid the fullness of her curves in a way that somehow made her look even more decadent. Smoke’s eyes swept over her, slow and appreciative, as if confirming she was exactly as he remembered from the moment he left her that morning.
Smoke leaned down. Not with haste. Not with hunger alone. With ownership and affection wound together. His fingers slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his. Annie didn’t lift her eyes right away. She slowly dragged her gaze up, blinking slow.
Smoke kissed her hard. A deep, claiming kiss that pulled a soft sound from her throat. His mouth moved against hers with certainty. His tongue stroked slow at first, then deeper when she opened for him. The kiss wasn’t rushed. The warm grunt he let slip vibrated against her lips. His hand held her chin in place while he tasted her and when he finally broke the kiss, he didn’t pull far. Smoke dragged his mouth along her cheek, down to the spot beneath her jaw where her pulse fluttered. His lips found her neck, and he pressed a lingering kiss there breathing her in before finally straightening.
Annie let her fingers graze her lower lip, still tasting him. Smoke watched the gesture as if it were a private performance meant for him alone.
He moved to his armchair beside the fireplace. The chair was wide, dark, softened by years of use and shaped to the weight of his body. Smoke sat heavily, spreading his legs without thinking, denim stretching over thick thighs. The white tank still clung to his chest, darkened slightly from sweat. He reached for the cedar humidor on the table beside him. His thick fingers moved with practiced ease as he opened the lid, selected a cigar, and held it between his fingers.
Smoke clipped the tip with a quick, clean motion. The cutter clicked with a sound Annie always found strangely intimate. Smoke lifted the cigar to his nose, inhaled its scent, and closed his eyes briefly as if taking measure of the moment. He struck a match instead of using his lighter. He preferred the flame. Preferred the control. The match flared, casting a warm glow across his knuckles as he brought it to the cigar’s end. He rotated the cigar slowly, coaxing the tobacco to life. The ember bloomed red. Smoke drew the flame towards him with a soft pull, then shook the match out with a flick.
He settled back, one arm draped over the armrest, the other holding the cigar with lazy dominance. Legs wide. Chest rising and falling calmly as he released the first slow stream of smoke.
His eyes never left Annie.
She sipped her wine under that gaze, letting the glass tilt languidly towards her lips. The red glow sat against her glossy lips before she drank, savoring the richness. Smoke’s eyes followed the movement, the swallow of her throat, the way her fingers curled the stem of the glass.
“You get into anything today?” Smoke asked, voice low and unhurried. It was a simple question, but the tone curled around her like a hand sliding up her thigh.
“Work,” Annie said, keeping her voice steady even though the air between them felt too thick with tension, “Checked on the vineyard. Tasted a new bach they barreling.”
Smoke nodded slowly, pulling once more from his cigar. The ember brightened and the smoke drives in a smooth ribbon from his lips.
“That why you glowing like that?”
Annie smiled into her wine. She tucked one leg beneath her and shifted, letting the abaya slide higher over her thigh. Smoke’s eyes dropped, subtle, then lifted to meet her eyes again.
“Maybe I just missed my husband,” Annie said.
Smoke’s jaw flexed. He took another pull from the cigar, exhaled a cloud that curled into the air, and tilted his head slightly as he watched her.
“Did you?”
“Mm-hm,” Annie let the sound linger, “Watching you smoking that cigar ain’t helping.”
Smoke smirked, the expression slow. He tapped ash into the tray, leaned deeper into his seat, and kept her in his unwavering gaze.
“You keep looking at me like that,” he said, “And I’m not gon’ let you finish that wine.”
Annie’s lips parted just slightly, “Maybe that’s the point.”
Smoke’s exhaled turned into a quiet laugh, low and rough, “Woman…you know exactly what you doin’.”
Annie sipped again, never looking away from him, “And you like it.”
Smoke didn’t bother hiding his agreement. His eyes dropped once more to her exposed shoulder, the shine of her gold, the soft curve of her thigh under the mint green fabric. When he looked up again, his gaze was darker. Focused. Heavy with every intention she had been hoping he’d catch.
“I always like you,” he said.
And the way he said it made Annie’s pulse thud beneath her skin.
She held his gaze, “You gon’ stare at me all night or you gon’ say something?”
Smoke let out a quiet breath, not quite a laugh.
“Ain’t my fault you sittin’ over there lookin’ like God took his time.”
Annie smiled, bringing the glass to her lips to mask her blush, “you been sayin’ that since we were young.”
“And I meant it then,” Smoke replied, eyes steady on hers, “but it hit different now,” he pulled from the cigar again, exhaling a slow curl of smoke, “you know you fine, right? Don’t roll them eyes. I’m tellin’ you the truth.”
Annie angled her body towards him, the wine catching a faint shimmer across her mouth, “you only sayin’ all that cause you want somethin’,” she teased.
“I’m sayin’ it ‘cause it’s real.” smoke nodded once, like he was stamping the words in place, “ain’t nobody on this earth I’d rather come home to than you.”
Annie felt that.
“Long day?”
“Long week,” he answered, rubbing his thumb along the side of the cigar, “Business. Barn was hot as hell. Midnight tryin’ to act up again. Flint damn near stepped on my foot,” Smoke shook his head but there was warmth in it, “but then I walk in here, and you sittin’ all pretty in green waitin’ on me? Day start lookin’ better.”
Annie lowered her glass, “I wasn’t waitin’.”
“Yes you were,” Smoke’s voice dipped, easy and assured, “you always wait for me, woman. Even when you pretendin’ you ain’t.”
Annie held his gaze for a long moment. Their history lingered in the quiet between them. Years of learning each other, years of wanting each other in ways neither had language for until they found it together.
“You miss me?” Annie asked softly.
Smoke’s eyes softened, “Yeah, baby,” he didn’t blink, “I did.”
Annie breathed in, “I missed you too.”
Smoke leaned forward, forearms resting on his thighs, “C’mere then.”
Annie gave a small hum of amusement, “You already kissed me, Smoke.”
“Didn’t say that was enough,” Smoke tapped aah gently into the tray, “I said, C’mere.”
Annie didn’t make a move. She sipped instead, teasing him with the angle of her throat.
“Maybe I’m comfortable.”
Smoke studied her like she was the only thing in the room worth knowing.
“You comfortable,” he said quietly, “‘cause you know I’ll come get you if I want you bad enough. And I do.”
Annie’s smile deepened, lazy and sexy, “then come get me.”
Smoke held her eyes for a beat longer, hunger simmering beneath the look.
“You keep talkin’ with that voice of yours,” he warned, voice low, “And I’m a forget about this cigar.”
Annie rested her head back against the cushion, the gold at her throat catching the firelight, “maybe I want you to.”
Smoke’s mouth curved slow into a dimpled smirk, “You gon’ get me in trouble.”
“That why you love me.”
Smoke nodded once, “one of the reasons.”
The tension was a familiar pull that lived in the air of their home.
“How long you been thinkin’ ‘bout me today?” Smoke asked.
Annie set her glass down gently, “Since before the sun came up.”
Smoke’s lips parted just slightly, appreciation moving through his expression like a quiet current.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Annie tilted her head, “How long you been thinkin’ about me?”
Some didn’t look away, “all damn day, baby.”
Their eyes held.
Smoke let the last ribbon of cigar smoke drift from his full lips before resting the cigar in the ashtray. He took one slow breath, eyes still on Annie as if he were deciding whether to stay in his chair or go where his body already decided to go.
Then, he rose.
The chair creaked under his weight as he stood, broad shoulders, denim pulling tight over his thighs. Annie watched him, wine glass loose in her hand, her eyes warm with a softness she didn’t offer to anyone else.
Smoke crossed the room and sank into the sectional beside her. The cushion dipped beneath his weight, pulling her closer. Smoke reached for her ankles with gentle yet work-worn hands, the contrast of tenderness and size making her breath slow in her chest. Smoke lifted her feet onto his lap, settling them over his crotch.
His brow lifted, “when you get these done?”
Annie smiled, sliding her toes against his thigh, “today.”
Smoke took her left foot in both his hands, thumbs tracing her arch. The neon yellow polish gleamed against her deep, dark skin, bright as summer lemons. Clean lines. Smooth cuticles. A shine you could see from across the room. As if the color was made for her. Smoke turned her foot slightly, admiring it the way he admired her dresses, her hair, her jewelry—quietly but with real appreciation.
“They pretty, baby,” he said, his voice having a rough edge to it but the admiration softened it, “bright as hell, but pretty.”
“That’s Crystal’s work,” Annie replied, brushing her dress over her knee, “she came over this afternoon.”
Smoke nodded slowly, “she know what she doin’. These nice,” he shifted his thumb, brushing the pad along the underside of her toes, “I like this color on you.”
“You say that everytime I try something bold.” Annie teased.
“That’s ’cause you make everything look bold,” his eyes flicked up to meet hers, “you know how good you look right now?”
Annie let her smile widen, “you sayin’ that ‘cause I’m relaxin’ or ‘cause my feet in your lap?”
Smoke leaned back against the couch, legs spreading a little wider under her claves, “I’m sayin’ it ‘cause it’s true. Dress hangin’ off your shoulder. Skin all glowy. This bright yellow against that beautiful skin. You sittin’ up here lookin’ like you know I can’t stop watchin’ you.”
Annie tilted her head, “You can’t.”
Smoke chucked under his breath, deep and low, the sound rolling through his chest, “No. I can’t.”
Annie moved her toes again, gently pressing into the denim crease at his thigh, “you like them that much, huh?”
“I do,” Smoke’s voice dropped, “I like all of you tonight.”
Annie felt that in her belly, “You tryna butter me up, Smoke?”
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head once, “I’m tellin’ you what I see. You sittin’ pretty in that dress. New nails. Drinkin’ wine. You know damn well you fine.”
Annie lifted her glass to her lips, “you act like you ain’t seen me dressed up before.”
“I have,” he continued rubbing slow circles into her arch, his hands big and warm around her foot, “You look rested. Soft. Like your day treated you good.”
“It did”
“That right?” Smoke angled her foot in his palm, studying it again, “Crystal do your hands too?”
Annie held up her left hand, letting him see the matching neon manicure.
“She sure did.”
Smoke’s eyes warmed, a slight grin tugging his mouth, revealing slight dimples, “Lemme see.”
Annie reached out, offering him her fingers. Smoke held her hand with the same tenderness he gave her feet, his thumb moving across the bright polish like he was testing the texture.
“You somethin’ else,” Smoke said, “Come in here lookin’ like this and think I’m just gon’ sit way over there.”
Annie smirked, “would you prefer I toned it down, Mr. Moore?”
“Hell nah,” Smoke released kissed her nails before releasing her hand slowly, letting his fingers trail along her wrist, “I want you loud if you wanna be loud. Soft if you wanna be soft. Neon yellow if that’s what you feelin’. Long as you keep bringin’ it home to me.”
Annie let her head rest against the cushion, a warmth spreading through her chest, “you really like them.” She tried to hide her blush behind her wine glass.
Annie l loved to hear Smoke gush about her. She eats it all up. Words of affirmation being one of her love languages. And it made it all the more better coming from her husband that didn’t do much talking in the first place.
Smoke nodded, “I like anything you choose for yourself. And I like watchin’ you show it off,” Smoke’s gaze dipped to her exposed thigh, “You know I’m weak for you.”
Annie wet her already glossy lips, “you tryna tell me somethin’, Smoke?”
“Just speakin’ on what’s true,” he said quietly, fingers gliding over her skin.
Annie took another slow sip of wine while Smoke watched her, thumb tracing idle patterns along her calf. The heat between them spread slowly. Intentionally. Like something the walls of the ranch recognized and leaned toward.
“Come sit closer,” Smoke said, voice thin with affection and something deeper. Hungrier.
Annie shifted, sliding her hips gently towards him, and Smoke’s hands guided her feet even closer across his lap. His touch never left her skin. The movement opened the dress along her thighs, a soft spill of fabric that revealed more of her skin. Smoke adjusted himself, one hand cupping her heel, the other gliding up the sole of her foot with slow, practiced pressure. His touch was firm yet tender like a massage that unraveled her piece by piece.
“Mm,” Smoke hummed, thumbs working into her arch, “Look at my pretty girl takin’ care of herself.”
Annie’s breath dipped. She felt the praise settle into her chest the way his hands always settled into her hips when he held her from behind—steady, grounding, warm. Smoke continued working his fingers into the curve of her foot, his gaze pinned on her face with quiet hunger.
“You somethin’ special, Annie. Every damn time I look at you, I see somethin’ new to love on.”
Her pulse fluttered. Annie was far from shy, especially not with him, but the way he said it did something to her. She let her toes trace the worn denim that stretched over his thighs, enjoying the way his jaw flexed just slightly at the contact.
Smoke’s voice dropped lower, a tone reserved only for her, “Lookin’ like my peace and my troubles at the same time.”
Annie smiled, her expression flirty, “If I’m trouble, you raised me into it, Papa.”
Smoke’s thumbs slows their circles. His eyes traveled from her toes, up her calf, over the slip of her dress, and finally to her mouth. Annie felt her breath catch. Smoke’s stillness always meant something. Did something.
His voice found her again, threaded with command and affection.
“You been wearin’ your plug like Papa want you to?”
The question didn’t land gently. It landed with power.
Annie’s whole body tightened. It wasn’t from fear. The air around them turned molten. Annie felt the change low in her stomach, an ache that came when he stepped fully into that role she asked for. Wanted. Craved. Her lips parted on a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Her toes curled against his thigh. Her thighs squeezed together as if trying to contain something that didn’t want containing.
Smoke saw it immediately. He always did. His eyes sharpened, darkened, but the warmth never left them. His was not a man guessing. This was a man who knew his wife’s body better than she did.
“Mm-hmm,” he said softly, thumb striking her ankle, “there it is.”
Annie swallowed, her voice when it came, was quiet but steady, “why you askin’ me that right now?”
“‘Cause you sittin’ here lookin’ ready for me. Everytime you look at me like that, I think about how you feel when you got it in for me. How you melt when I check,” Smoke leaned in slightly, eyes locked on hers, “How you open.”
The last word brushed over her mind like a hand cupping her pussy.
Annie’s heartbeat quickened. It was impossible to hide from a man who watched her this closely. The wine she’d been sipping settled warm in her chest, but the heat building now came from a different place entirely.
Smoke’s hand slipped higher along her calf, strong fingers tracing the softest line, “Answer me, baby.”
Annie breathed out slowly, lips parting. She lifted her eyes to his, letting him see everything she wasn’t saying yet.
“Yeah,” she whispered, “I been wearin’ it.”
Smoke’s grip on her calf tightened.
“Good girl.”
The words didn’t explode between them, they settled. They sank. They found the spot inside her that only he ever touched. Annie felt warmth bloom. Her back softened into the sectional, her thighs eased open as if her body made the decision before her mind could catch up.
Smoke saw it. Smoke felt it. Smoke owned that shift.
“That’s my woman,” he whispered, pulling her foot higher into his lap, his thumb stroking the inside of her ankle, “knew somethin’ was different when I walked in. You been holdin’ it in for me.”
Her breath trembled, “Maybe.”
Smoke’s smile was dangerous and deeply loving, “ain’t no fuckin’ maybe ‘bout you tonight.”
He brought her foot to his mouth and kissed the inside of her ankle, arousal blooming where his lips touched her skin.
“Now, tell Papa what you need.”
Annie’s breath eased out of her in one steady stream. His thumb kept slow circles against her skin, patient, gentle, a quiet reassurance that she could speak freely. That Papa is there to hear what his baby girl had to say. To tell him what she needed. To speak freely.
Annie lifted her gaze to him—soft, open, certain.
“I’m ready,” she said.
Smoke stilled. He wasn’t tense or surprised, just fully present. His gaze settled on her face, reading her with the same care he used on her body.
Annie’a voice came low, “I wanna take you fully now,” Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the sectional, “I’m not scared anymore, baby. I want all of you…and I want it deeper…”
Smoke’s voice softened in a way she only ever heard in moments like this, “You sure, Annie?”
She nodded, the movement small but strong, “I’m sure.”
“You know we ain’t gotta rush,” Smoke said, still rubbing her arch with the softest pressure, “we can stay where we at. Keep usin’ that size plug ‘til you good. Ain’t no timeline on this.”
Annie’s chest warmed. His patience was never performative. It was real. Lived in love. And that patience made her want him even more.
“I thought about that,” Annie said, shifting slightly, the dress slipping more along her thigh, “but I been sittin’ with it. Workin’ up to it. Trainin’ good like you told me to. I want you tonight. I’m ready for more.”
Smoke’s gaze deepened. Heavier, weighted with affection and desire woven together. He kept massaging her foot like he didn’t want his hands to leave her skin while she spoke this truth into the space.
“You prepped before you put it in?” Smoke asked, a question with care.
“Yeah,” Annie’s voice held no hesitation, “I did everything I was supposed to,” she paused, letting the truth settle between them, “I prepped right. Took my time. And once I felt good, I put the plug in. Been wearin’ it for you since.”
Smoke’s jaw flexed with smoldering appreciation.
“You did all that for me, baby?”
“For us, Papa.” She corrected softly.
Smoke leaned in a little, his eyes locked onto hers, “Come here, baby.”
Annie didn’t need to be told twice. She slid closer, her claves still cradled in his lap, her body drawn into his gravity. Smoke let one hand rest over her knee, stroking the skin with his thumb.
“You tellin’ me you fully ready to take your man like that,” he said, his voice low but hitting her like thunder before rain, “and you ain’t scared, not even a little?”
“I’m not scared no more. I trust you,” she placed her hand on his thigh, her palm warm over denim, “I want you deep in me. However you wanna take me.”
Smoke looked at her the way a man looks at something precious he plans to handle with care and hunger alike.
“Aight,” he whispered, “if wifey ready…I’m right here.” Smoke placed a kiss against her knee, “Now, you sure you want Papa, to take you all the way, tonight? ‘Cause you know what that mean, right?”
Annie’s answer was barely above a whisper but full, her eyes doe-like with desire, “yes…take me all the way, Smoke.”
His shoulders lowered on a deep exhale, like her words settled something in him too. That tension between them thickened, sweet and heavy.
“Then we gon’ do it right. Together.”
Smoke reached for her. His palm slid behind her thigh, guiding her from the cushion to his lap in one smooth pull. Annie went willingly, her knee brushing his hip as she swung a leg over him. She settled onto him with a soft whimper, her thighs bracketing his, her warm, wet pussy pressed close enough that he could feel it throb like a heartbeat through the thin fabric of her abaya.
Smoke took her wine glass gently from her hand, never breaking eye contact, and sat it on the table beside them. His hands returned immediately—both of them—sliding over the curve of her backside. He dragged his palms down her hips, over the full softness of her waist, up her back where the dress clung to her plush curves. Smoke explored her like she was familiar and new at the same time.
Annie’s breathing changed. Smoke’s touch always did that to her. He held her gaze with that steady, unblinking intensity he only used on her.
“If we doin’ this tonight,” he said, voice low and stern, “you gon’ listen to me. All the way through.”
Annie’s hands slid up his shoulders, her fingers sinking into the warm muscle. His grip moved over her backside again, kneading, dragging, pressing. Annie could feel the strength in every stroke, the ownership wrapped in tenderness.
Smoke’s thumb brushed the small of her back, “you gon’ follow my instructions,” he continued, “ain’t no rushin’. Aim no tensing up. You hear me?”
Annie nodded.
Smoke’s hand wrapped around the base of her waist, pulling her more into him, “Nah. I need you to say it, Annie.”
Smoke’s gaze dipped to her mouth, then returned to her eyes, “I need you relaxed. I need you trustin’ me. I need you lettin’ go when I tell you to let go, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.
Smoke’s hands cupped her ass fully now, fingers spreading and kneading, claiming the weight of her, “and you gon’ tell me if somethin’ don’t feel right. You don’t hold that in. You speak up. That’s how we do this. That’s how we stay good.”
“I will,” she said, voice steady and a little breathless, “I promise.”
Smoke’s approval was quiet but unmistakable, “good.”
His hands trailed lower. Smoke hooked his thumbs under the hem of her dress and slowly lifted the fabric. Annie raised her hips for him, letting the mint-green cloth glide up her further, revealing warm skin inch by inch.
When the dress rose high enough, Smoke paused.
No panties.
His breath eased out of him, slow and thick. His fingers dragged over her bare ass, tracing the round curves of her cheeks. He squeezed as much as he could, juggling her ass like they were two heavy ass cushions of flesh.
“Mm,” he hummed, eyes flicking up to meet hers, “you came to sit in my lap like this?”
Annie licked her lips, “Yeah.”
Smoke dragged his hands over her again, appreciating her, memorizing her, “you knew what Papa needed. Been a long day for me. Knew I needed to come home to this.”
Her hips tilted, giving him more of her to explore. Smoke’s grip tightened again, steady and grounding.
“I ain’t mad at it,” he said, his hand smoothing over her ass once more, “but you gon’ let me take my time with you.”
Annie nodded again, whisper-soft, “I will.”
Smoke lifted her chin with two fingers, forcing her eyes to stay on his, “say it strong, baby.”
“I’ll let you take your time, papa. Because it’s yours,” she said, voice firmer now.
Smoke bit his bottom lip, eyes holding something hot and devoted, “that’s my woman.”
His thumb drifted dangerously close to the place she wanted him to touch. The place she wore the plug snug between the plentiful flesh of her ass.
Annie shivered.
Smoke’s thumb grazed it. He smiled, slow and knowing.
“Damn,” he whispered against her neck, “You open for me, ain’t you?”
Smoke kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers with a thirst that had waited all day to be quenched. Between those kisses, his lips brushed hers as he whispered to her. His voice came low, the tone of it curling into her stomach and spreading heat through her entire body.
“I need you tonight,” Smoke breathed, kissing her again, lips catching hers, “need to feel that ass take me deep.”
Annie’s fingers tightened at the back of his neck. Smoke kissed her until she sighed into him, her thighs opening just a little more over his. Smoke spread her ass cheeks, the cool air hitting her plugged ass, making her clench. He popped her cheek one at at time before dragging his hands from the top curve of her ass down to the back of her thighs, finger tips barely brushing the outline of her pussy lips spread over his big bulge.
“You hear me?” Smoke’s mouth brushed her lower lip as he spoke, “Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all fuckin’ day. Thinkin’ ‘bout how you gon’ feel when I put this dick in your mouth,” he flicked his tongue against her lips, “In Papa’s pussy,” his fingers teased her outer lips just a little, “Now I get to open that ass up how I want to? Mm…”
Another kiss claimed her mouth before she could answer. Smoke palmed the back of her head, pressing their mouths together until she felt her pulse responding to the rhythm he set.
“I’m proud of you,” Smoke whispered against her mouth, brushing her lip with the softest sweep of his thumb, “real proud. You tellin’ me you ready for more…baby, you don’t know what that do to me. But I’m a show you.”
Annie kissed him back with the same hunger building inside her, her hips grinding, body answering him in small, involuntary movements.
He kissed her harder.
“You gon’ let Papa dig in that ass?” He whispered into her mouth, words warm and thick between their lips, “ain’t no runnin’. Ain’t no teasing. You gon’ open these cheeks up for me like you know how.”
Annie whimpered softly into the kiss, her fingers tightening in his thick, coils. Smoke swallowed the sound, kissing her until she melted full into his lap. One hand kept squeezing one cheek while the other grazed the plug with his thumb. He guided her hips closer with lazy strength until she was pressed fully against the swell of him.
“That’s it,” Smoke whispered, lips brushing hers, “yeah, you ready for this. I can tell. Bet you drippin’ pussy juice in my lap.” Smoke popped her ass, “you trust me,” he whispered, resting his forehead to hers for a brief second, “I got you. All night.”
Smoke yanked Annie closer by the hips, then his hands went to her waist and without a struggle he lifted and slammed her thick body flush against his throbbing crotch until she could feel the rigid outline of that thick dick pressing insistently against her wet pussy. His rough hands clamped down on her plump ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh with heavy squeezes that made her asshole twitch in anticipation. Smoke dragged his calloused palms over her bare skin in desperate strokes, fingers dipping into the crack of her ass and teasing the puckered rim of her tight little hole, sending shivers straight to her dripping pussy.
He molded his full lips to hers in a sloppy, devouring kiss, his thick, pink tongue thrusting and spearing deep into her saliva-heavy mouth, tangling with her sweet-tasting tongue in a raw hunger that had been building all fucking day. Between those messy kisses, Smoke’s lips grazed hers as he growled low, the gravelly rumble vibrating down to her pussy and igniting a filthy ache in her guts like he was digging in her already.
“Need that tight butt tonight,” Smoke rasped, sealing his lips over hers again, starting soft and teasing before plunging his tongue back in to fuck her mouth with it, “Needa bury this fat dick in down to my nuts.”
Annie’s nails dug into the back of his neck, scraping his skin as Smoke devoured her mouth with so much sloppiness she moaned with a broken sound into him, her thick thighs spreading wider over his lap, soaked pussy lips parting to grind against the bulge straining his jeans.
“You hear me, woman?” Smoke’s teeth nipped at her lower lip, tugging it before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue, “Been jerkin’ off in the office today thinkin’ ‘bout you. ‘Bout how this greedy little ass gon’ swallow my dick when I stretch it wide open and pound every fuckin’ inch inside.”
The kiss grew sloppier, saliva mixing as their tongues slid and sucked with filthy intent. Smoke’s hand crept lower on her ass, thick fingers tracing the deep cleft where her cheeks met, brushing right over the sensitive ring of her asshole. Their lips mashed together until her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Syncing with the oils of his dick against her.
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you,” Smoke spoke hotly against her lips, his thumb smearing the spit across her mouth in a dirty caress, “real proud of my dirty girl. You tellin’ me you ready to take my whole dick up ya ass…fuck…that make me wanna wrack you right now.”
Annie’s breath hitched sharp when his fingers dipped lower, stroking the full globes of her ass cheeks, then sliding between them to circle her tight, pucker with deliberate pressure. Applying force against the plug. Smoke dragged his fingertips over the jeweled end, feeling it clench and quiver under his touch while his other palm cupped her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. Annie kissed him back, her hips bucking, her asshole fluttering as slick arousal leaked from her pussy.
“Tonight, you givin’ me that ass completely,” he growled into her mouth, the words thick and dripping with lust between their slick lips, “you gon’ spread those cheeks and let me ram my dick in, take it like the filthy anal slut you are.”
Annie whimpered into the kiss, a needy, broken sound that made her fingers yank his hair, pulling him closer. Smoke swallowed her whine, kissing her until her body went limp and pliant in his lap, fully surrendered. His hand kept groping her ass, fingers probing and massaging the tight entrance, the touch firm, coaxing, owning every inch. He rocked her hips down with lazy but unyielding force until her ass was clapping right on him, the fabric barrier doing nothing to hide how badly he wanted to split her open.
“That’s my girl,” Smoke breathed, lips dragging over hers in teasing nips, “you fuckin’ ready for this. I can feel that ass beggin’ for Papa’s dick.”
Smoke scooped Annie up in his strong arms, carrying her effortlessly to their kind-sized bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight as he laid her out on her back like a feast ready to be devoured. Her legs dangled off the edge at first, but Smoke wasted no time, grabbing her ankles and hoisting them up, spreading her thighs wide apart until her knees bent towards her chest, exposing every inch of her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. The jeweled base of the anal plug peeked out from between her plump ass cheeks, the toy stretching her tight ring just enough to prepare her for what was coming.
“Damn, baby girl,” Smoke uttered, his voice thick with approval as he knelt between her splayed legs, his rough hands sliding up the backs of her thighs in long, caressing strokes. His palms glided over her soft skin, thumbs pressing into the sensitive hollows behind her knees, then lower, tracing the curves where her hamstrings met her ass, “such a good lil’ slut for Papa, wearin’ that plug all day like I told you. Keep that asshole nice and open so I can slam this big dick inside you. Makin’ me so fuckin’ proud, Annie.”
Annie shivered under his touch, her phat pussy lips swollen and parted, revealing the slick pink folds beneath her big clit throbbing visibly like a fat pearl begging for attention. The plug’s presence made her ass clench around it involuntarily, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine that made her pussy drip even more, a trail of arousal leaking down towards the toy. Smoke’s fingers dug in a bit firmer on her thighs, massaging the muscles as he leaned in closer, his breath ticklish against her inner thighs.
“Hold them titties together for me, baby. Squeeze ‘em tight…push ‘em up so I can watch ‘em bounce while I eat this juicy pussy.”
Annie obeyed instantly, her hands cupping her full breasts, pressing them together until the soft flesh bulged between her fingers, nipples hardening into stiff peaks that poked towards the ceiling. She arched her back slightly, offering herself up as Smoke’s eyes darkened with lust.
He dove in without hesitation, his mouth latching onto her phat pussy with a wet slurp, sucking her thick outer lips into his mouth one side at a time. His tongue lolled out sloppy and broad, lapping at the puffy folds, dragging from her dripping entrance up to her big clit, which he engulfed fully, sucking hard enough to make it swell even larger against his lips.
“Mmm, fuck, this fat clit perfect,” Smoke groaned against her, vibrations buzzing through her core as he released it with a pop, only to suck it back in, his cheeks hollowing as he nursed on the sensitive nub like it was candy.
Smoke’s hands kept caressing the backs of her thighs, holding her spread wide while his face buried deeper, nose grinding against her the outer, meaty flesh of her pussy as he sucked her entire folds into his mouth. Tongue thrusting in messy circles, Smoke slurped at her inner folds, pulling them between his lips with gentle tugs before flattening his tongue to lap up her juices, damn near swallowing them down with obscene gulps. The anal plug shifted slightly with each of her squirms, the fullness in her ass amplifying every suck and lick, making her hips buck up towards his mouth.
His sucks grew sloppier, saliva mixing with her mess to create a filthy sheen over her crotch, dripping down to coat the plug’s base. Smoke focused on her big clit again wrapping his lips around it and humming low, the suction pulling it taut as his tongue flicked rapidly over the tip.
“That’s it, good girl, take Papa’s mouth. Make you cum so fuckin’ hard before I fuck that ass raw.”
Annie’s fingers tightened on her titties, mashing them together harder as moans spilled from her lips, her body trembling under the relentless assault of his tongue and lips, every caress on her thighs grounding her in the building ecstasy.
Smoke’s mouth stayed locked on Annie’s, gushy, phat pussy, his plush lips slurping greedily at the swollen folds, tongue plunging deep into her dripping hole before dragging up to batter her big clit with wet, insistent laps. Saliva and her juices smeared across his chin, dripping down to soak the sheets beneath her ass, the anal plug’s base glistening from the overflow like a precious jewel. Smoke sucked her puffy lips into his mouth again and again, tugging them before releasing with a filthy smack. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs to keep her spread wide and immobile under his assault.
Annie’s hands released their tight squeeze on her big titties, instead starting to jiggling them for him, bouncing the heavy melons up and down in rhythmic shakes that made them slap softly against each other. The motion lifted her chest higher, her stiff nipples tracing circles in the air but it also blocked Smoke’s view of her face completely. Those massive tits heaving like pillows obscuring everything above her stomach, leaving him fixated on the feast between her legs.
“Mmmph—ahhh!” Annie moaned, her voice breathy and high-pitched, the sound breaking into a series of whimpers as his tongue swirled around her clit. She arched her back and rolled her hips, pushing her pussy harder against his face, her ass clenching around the plug with each jiggle of her breasts and quiver of her thighs.
“Yesss, Papa…eat that pussy…ohhhh, fuucckkk, yesss…”
Smoke pulled back just enough to speak, his breath ragged against her slick skin, lips brushing her throbbing clit as he groaned, “Papa eatin’ this pussy good, baby? I know, you makin’ such a mess in my mouth, baby,” He dove right back in, sucking her big court between his lips with a loud, vacuum-like slurp, his tongue flicking the underside rapidly while humming vibrations through it.”
“Oh GOD—mmm, yesss, Papa! I love it when you suck on my pussy like that…ahh-ahhh-ahhhhh!” Annie’s moans escalated, turning into staccato gasps that matched the bobbing of her titties, fingers pinching her nipples now to heighten the jiggle, sending sparks straight to her core. Her hips rolled without her control, grinding her phat pussy against his mouth, the wet sounds of his slurping filling th bedroom like obscene music.
“Pussy so phat,” smoke muttered between sucks, his voice muffled as he latched onto her outer lips, pulling one side fully into his mouth and nursing on it with sloppy pulls, his teeth grazing the tender flesh. He released it with a pop, then switched to the other, his thumbs stroking firmer along the backs of her thighs, feeling the flesh quiver under his touch.
“So fuckin, thick and juicy, baby girl.”
Annie’s response came in a drawn-out whine, her body trembling as she kept jiggling her big titties faster, the slaps growing louder, “mmmm, yessss…ohhhh, Papa, don’t stop…haaah—yes, eat it, eat my pussy deep…nngh!” A sharp cry escaped her when his tongue thrusted inside her gushy hole, fucking in and out with quick, messy stabs, lapping up the fresh gush of wetness that coated his face.
“Pussy so wet,” Smoke praised, his words vibrating against her as he flattened his tongue to lap broad stroking from her entrance up to her clit, back and forth, swallowing down the mix of spit and fresh cream with a deep, guttural groan. Smoke couldn’t see yer spaced-out face or rolled-back eyes, but the way her thighs tensed in his grip told him everything—her body’s betrayal of how close she was teetering, “Drippin’ all over Papa’s face like a good fuckin’ slut.”
Annie bucked harder, the moans fracturing into desperate pants, “Ah! Ah! Ah-ah-ah—mmph! Yessss, Papa, I love your tongue…suck it…suck my clit…ohhhhh fuuuuck!” Her titties bounced wildly now, nearly smacking her chin with each heave, the anal plug shifting inside her and increasing the building pressure in her gut.
Smoke chuckled low against her folds, the sound rumbling through her core before he sucked her entire pussy up into his mouth again, cheeks hollowing as he nursed hungrily, “I’m suckin’ this pussy good, huh? Papa gotta get you right before I wreck that plugged-up ass,” his tongue delved deep once more, circling her walls before going back to sealing those big lips around her protruding clit, pulling and flicking in tandem—lips, tongue—determined to push her over the edge with his relentless sloppy feast.
His mouth never left Annie’s phat, wet pussy. His lips sealed tight with every suck, drawing out her juices with relentless pulls that made her thighs quake in his grip. No words escaped him now. Just the wet, filthy sounds of his whole mouthpiece working her over and over, broad and flat licks dragging from her drippy hole up to that big clit in slow, sloppy laps that coated everything in a sheen of saliva and cream. Lapped again and again, strokes wide and unhurried, pressing firmly against her swollen lips and aching clit, flattening the flesh to drag his heavy tongue slickly, releasing to expose how throbbing and soaked she is.
Annie’a ass clenched tight around the plug, the base pressing deeper with each involuntary squeeze, sending jolts of pleasure through her core that mingled with the heat building from his mouth. She felt pinned in place, her body locked under his hold, but she couldn’t help cocking her hips to the side in a desperate twist, trying to angle for more friction—yet Smoke adjusted instantly, his hands sliding up to grip her inner thighs and yank them wider, keeping her splayed as his tongue chased her movement, lapping at the shifted folds without mercy.
Annie froze there after that, body going still except for the tremors ripping through her, neon yellow painted toes curling hard in the air, her toes cramping up as waves of pleasure locked her muscles, “ohhhh…mmmph—ahhhhh—ahhhh!” Her moans spilled out in breathy bursts, high an needy, fracturing into whimpers each time his tongue and lips swept broad across her pussy, the sloppy wetness echoing in the bedroom. Her big titties still heaved from earlier jiggles, now settling into a subtle bounce with every hitch in her breath, nipples peaked and aching from neglect.
Smoke’s chin glistened with her mess, dripping steadily as he shifted to her inner walls, tongue probing shallow to taste the fresh slickness. Then, the slurping started—loud, greedy, noises as he dragged his thick lips before hollowing his cheeks again, pulling those lips towards him, sucking while his tongue flicked rapid against her entrance, drawing out strings of wetness. He paused only to spread her fully, his thumbs hooking into her folds and peeling them apart wide, exposing the pretty pink glistening to the cool air.
Smoke stared for a beat, eyes locked on her big clit standing swollen and proud, the thick inner lips framing it like petals heavy with dew, quivering under his gaze. The sight made his dick twitch against the bed and his nut sack tighten. Smoke kept her pried open with those strong fingers and dove back in to slurp, the sound filthy and amplified as his mouth engulfed her clit and lips together, sucking with wet pull that made her hips jerk despite her stillness.
“Nngh—yes, oh fuuuck…mmm, haaah!” Annie cried out, her voice cracking into a series of sharp gasps, toes curling tighter until the neon yellow polish gleamed under the strain, her ass clenching the plug in rhythmic pulses that pushed her closer to the edge. Annie bit her lip, stifling a longer moan that bubbled up, “Mmmph—ahh-ahh—sssss, fuck, Smoke!” Her body arched just enough to feed more of her pussy into his slurping mouth, “mmm, yeah…take it, papa,” she gasped out, voice thick with that NOLA drawl, all husky and drawn long on the vowels.
“Mhm, goo girl, feed Papa his pussy,” Smoke growled against her, the words vibrating right into her core, his Mississippi tongue rolling deep and rough like gravel under tires. He didn’t stop, tongue lashing out to lick broad over her pussy, tasting the fresh gush she gave him, “There you go, give it to me—gimme that phat pussy, baby. Yeah, push it out on my fuckin’ tongue, lemme suck this sweet pussy dry,” his voice stayed low and constant, filthy praises spilling between slurps as he sealed his thick lips around her clit while his tongue probed the edges of her inner lips, lapping up every drop that leaked out.
Annie’s ass squeezed the plug tighter with each suck, the fullness increasing the ache low in her belly, big titties bouncing lightly as her chest heaved. Annie bucked and rode his face, hips higher, grinding that phat pussy all in his mouth, smearing her wetness across his nose and chin, “Papa…ohhhh, Papa…I’m cummin’…I’m cummin’, Papa!” Annie cried, the words breaking into a drawn out ‘yessss’ that twisted with her southern lilt, high and desperate. Her thighs clamped around Smoke’s head for a second before he forced them back open, but she didn’t stop, “I’m cummin’, yessss, Papa, don’t stop—I’m cummin’ in yo’ mouth!”
Smoke hummed approval right into her, the vibration shooting straight through her clit as he kept slurping and twirling the thick tongue in tight circles around the swollen nub while his big lips tugged at her inner lips, stretching them gently before releasing with a wet pop, “keep feedin’ me, baby, that’s my goo pussy—gimmie all that nut, flood papa’s mouth wit’ it,” Smoke urged, words muffled but insistent, his breath heavy against her as he licked faster, sucked her clit, slurped her up. He spread her even wider, fingers slipping closer to her entrance to hold everything open, diving in to slurp directly at the source, tongue thrusting shallow to scoop out her release.
Annie’s moans turned into a chant, body arching and twitching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her, pussing clenching and pulsing against his tongue, “Cummin’…Papa…cummin’ so hard—yessss, oh lawd, yes!” She wailed, that NOLA twang making the plea sound even sweeter, her hips jerking erratically to shove more into his relentless mouth. Waves crashed over her, juices squirting in hot spurts that he caught and swallowed with eager gulps, his free hand sliding up to pinch one of her hard nipples, rolling it between his fingers, “Papa—Smoke—Daddy—” her toes curled so tight the neon yellow nails damn near dug into her soles, ass gripping the plug like it was anchoring her through the storm.
Smoke’s lips vibrated with another filthy mutter, “Mmm, yeah, got more fa’ me? Gimmie every drop from this fat lil’ pussy, baby. You tastin’ so damn good, keep givin’ it up,” his dick throbbed heavy against the bed, but he stayed buried in her, slurping and licking until her cries softened into whimpers, her body slumping back, spent but still twitching under his hold.
Smoke eased off Annie’s clit with one last lingering suck, his full lips shiny from the feast, breath coming in no pants as he pulled back just enough to survey the mess he’d made of her. Annie’s pretty pussy glistened under the dim light, inner lips puffy and twitchy from his attention, juices streaked across her thighs and dripping down towards the plug nestled in her ass. Smoke pressed soft pecks all over her, trailing kisses along the outer lips, then up to the sensitive crease where her thigh met pussy, each one light and tender like he was worshiping the aftermath.
“Damn, baby. You did so good cummin’ in Papa’s mouth,” he spoke against her skin, voice low and gravelly with that Mississippi rumble, soft lops brushing her clit in a final gentle kiss that made her twitch, “Flooded me just right…taste like heaven, all sweet and thick. My good girl givin’ it all up like that.”
Annie let out a breathy chuckle, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, big titties shifting with the sound. She reached down to stroke his cheek, fingers tracing the wetness she’d smeared there, “mmm, yo’ mouth amazin’,” she drawled, soft and sated, vowels stretching lazy like warm honey, “you got me shakin’ still—lawd, wha you do to me. Ate me up.”
Smoke grinned up at her, eyes dark with hunger, then started crawling up her body slow, muscles flexing under his skin as he dragged his chest along her belly. His big dick hung heavy between his legs, brushing her thigh and leaving a trail of pre-cum, but he ignored it for now, focused on her face. When he reached her, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss, tongue sliding in to share her taste—salty and musky. Annie moaned into it, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer, their tongues tangling wet and unhurried, her legs hooking loose around his hips.
While they kissed, Smoke’s hand snaked down between her thighs again, fingers finding the base of the butt plug where it stretched her tight ring. He stroked around it gentle, circling the flared end with his thumb, feeling the way her ass clenched and relaxed under the pressure. The toy was slick from her release, and he pressed lightly, twisting it just a fraction to make it shift inside her, teasing the nerves without pulling it out.
“That feel good, don’t it?” Smoke whispered against her lips, breaking the kiss to nip at her bottom one, voice thick with lust and that sexy, country boy flare. His fingers kept stroking, rubbing firm circles over the plug’s base, dripping to trace the puckered skin around it.
Annie shivered, nodding as she nipped back, her breath hitching, “y-yeah, Papa…feels so good,” she whispered, hips lifting a little to chase the touch.
“Mhm, this how I’m a get up in that ass…nice and slow,” Smoke continued, voice dropping to a filthy rumble as he twisted the plug again, easing it in a shallow push-pull that made her hole flutter, “slow stroke it, baby…open you up real gentle ‘til you beggin’ for more dick,” his thumb pressed firmer, stroking the length of the toy where it met her skin, mimicking the motion he promised, while his other fingers splayed over her pussy to keep her spread, still sensitive from his mouth.
Annie gasped into his mouth, kissing him harder, tongue flicking against his as the sensation built low in her gut again, “ohhhh, Papa…”
“Ease this ass open for Papa to fit in it, right?” Smoke growled, eyes locking on hers as he worked the plug deeper with a slow twist, feeling her muscles yield bit by bit. His dick throbbed against her thigh, leaking more as he imagined sliding in there, but he kept the pace deliberate, stroking and pressing until her breaths came quicker, body arching to take more, “Yeah, that’s it—loosen up for me, let me stretch this tight lil’ hole wide.”
Smoke broke their kiss with a wet pop, his lips trailing fire down her jaw, nipping at the curve of her neck before dipping lower. He dragged his mouth along her collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin, then zeroed in on her big titties heaving with each breath. Those heavy things rose and fell, dark nipples peaked and begging surrounded by wide areolas that begged for his attention.
Smoke latched onto one nipple first, sucking hard with a low grunt rumbling from his chest, teeth grazing the stiff bud as his tongue swirled around it in tight circles. Annie arched up, a sharp gasp escaping her as he pulled more of her breast into his mouth, devouring it like he was starved. His free hand kept working the butt plug, stroking and twisting it slow while the other reached up to grab a thick handful of her titty flesh, squeezing firm because it was his to own.
“Mmmph,” he hummed against her skin, vibration shooting straight to her nipple as he switched sides, licking a broad stripe across the underside of her other breast before sucking that nipple deep too. Smoke grabbed both now, big hands sinking into the soft, overflowing handfuls, using them like handlebars to pull her closer, kneading and rolling the weight in his palms. His fingers dug in just enough to leave faint marks, thumbs flicking over the wet peaks he left behind.
Grunting low, Smoke slapped her titties together with a meaty smack, watching them jiggle and bounce before burning his face right in the deep valley between them. He rubbed his cheeks against the warm, pillowy skin, inhaling her scent—warm skin, vanilla, and a trace of amber—nuzzling deep like a man possessed. Because that’s what Annie does to him. His stubble scraped lightly, adding a rough edge while he kept groaning, the sound vibrating through her chest.
Annie bit down on her lower lip, eyes half-lidded as she watched him feast, her body twisting under the onslaught. One hand threaded into his hair, holding him there, while her hips bucked faintly against the press of his fingers on her plugged ass, “you love these big ass titties, Papa?” She purred, voice thick, breathy, teasing, “they not too big for you to handle?”
Smoke met her gaze, a wicked grin splitting his face as he gave her breasts another squeeze, thumbs circling her nipples, “Hell nah, baby. These titties perfect for me.” Smoke growled back, accent heavy like gravel under boots before diving in again to suck one into his mouth with a hungry slurp.
Smoke shifted his weight, swinging one strapping thigh over her hips to straddle her chest, his massive frame looming like a shadow above her sprawled form on the bed. Those broad shoulders and corded arms flexed as he positioned himself, knees digging into the mattress on either side of her ribs, his heavy balls settling warm and full against her breast bone. Annie’s eyes locked on his fat dick, that long, girthy shaft pulsing with veins snaking along its length, the head flushed dark and leaking a steady bead of pre-cum.
He gripped the base of his dick, guiding it down into the deep cleft between her big titties, the soft sweat-glistened flesh yielding around him like a custom-made sheath. Her skin was slick from their sweat, a sheen of perspiration making everything glide smooth as he pressed her breasts together with his rough hands, trapping his dick in that plush valley. The fist thrust forward was slow, hips rocking to slide that veiny thickness up through the tunnel of her cleavage, the tip emerging just shy of her chin while his balls dragged heavy across her sternum.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Smoke groaned, voice low, that drawl thickening every word, heavy-lidded eyes boring down into hers as he started pumping steadily. Each glide smeared his pre-cum along her, mixing with her sweat to create a slippery friction that had him grunting deep in his throat. Smoke squeezed her titties harder, fingers sinking into the overflowing flesh, using them to tighten the grip around his dick as he fucked forward, the head of his dick popping out at the top of each stroke.
Annie tilted her head up, lips parting as she poked her tongue out, catching the tip on the next upward thrust. She flicked it quick an teasing, lapping at the skit where more pre-cum welled up, her tongue swirling around the broad crown in lazy circles that made his hips stutter.
“Mmm, damn, Papa,” Annie moaned against him, voice husky and breathless, “pre-cum taste so good, just how I like it slidin’ on my tongue, mmm,” Annie sucked the tip briefly when it crested again, hollowing her cheeks before releasing the swollen head with a wet pop, then flicked her tongue side to side across the sensitive underside, tracing a vein that throbbed.
“Mmm, titties swallowing my dick whole,” Smoke rumbled, staring down at her with raw hunger, his thumbs pressing into the sides of her breasts to mold them firmer around him. His thrusts deepened, slick sounds of skin on skin filling the bedroom—Schlick, Schlick— as his balls slapped lightly against her chest with every push, “you do soft, baby…mmm…big fuckin’ titties feel good on this fuckin’ dick, girl…got ‘em huggin’ me tight, makin’ this dick look small around all this titty-meat,” his voice dropped nastier, words tumbling out between heavy breathes, “takin’ Papa’s fat dick between these big ol’ titties—you must want me to paint ‘em up, mark you with my nut.”
Smoke kept the pace building, hips rolling in a steady grind, one hand releasing her breast to brace on the headboard above her for leverage, letting him drive forward harder. Annie held one titty while Smoke’s other hand stayed clamped on the other, kneading it rough as he watched his shaft disappear an reappear, glistening more with each pass. Annie worked that tongue overtime—swirling broad locks around the frenulum to make him hiss, then darting out to trace the ridge before sucking greedily at his slit.
“Keep fuckin’ these titties, Smoke…love feelin’ that big dick between ‘em gettin’ ready to bust.”
Smoke let go of the headboard and tangled his hand in her coarse hair, holding her steady as he angled his thrusts to feed her more of the tip, his balls tightening against her skin with the building pressure.
“That’s right, use that tongue, suck on that tip, nasty girl. Big titties got Daddy’s dick achin’ to nut but I ain’t done wit’ ya’ ass yet. Gon’ make you beg for it in that phat pussy next,” Smoke growled the words, pace quickening, the bed creaking under their weight as he lost himself in the sight of his wife beneath him, tongue lashing and breasts bouncing with every forceful glide.
“You want this dick down your throat, baby?” Smoke rasped, voice rough and thick, hips stilling as he held her gaze, one hand loosening its grip on her breast to cup her jaw tight.
Annie’s eyes lit up, her tongue darting out for one last teasing lick along the underside before she nodded eagerly, breath coming in hot pants, “want it stretchin’ my throat,” Annie purred back in that sultry twang, her voice husky.
Smoke dragged his teeth across his bottom lip while smirking slightly, sliding his big dick free from between her titties. He eased off her chest, thick, toned thighs flexing as he swung a leg over and stood beside the bed, towering over her like a wall of muscle. He reached down, strong hands hooking under her arms to help her up, pulling her body upright with effortless strength. Annie scrambled into position quick, turning to drop onto all fours on the bed’s edge, knees sinking into the sheets, ass up high with that plug still nestled deep in her puckered hole. Her big titties hung heavy beneath her, swaying as she arched her back, facing him with her mouth open and waiting.
She reached out first, one hand wrapping around his heavy balls, fingers kneading the warm, wrinkled sac gently at first, then squeezing just enough to make him hiss. Her other hand braced on his muscular thigh for balance as she leaned in, lips wide to engulf the fat head of his dick. Annie sucked him in deep right away, cheeks sunken as she took half his length in one go, tongue pressing flat against the underside to stroke along the pulling vein. Slurps filled the air—wet, obscene sounds as she bobbed forward, throat relaxing to swallow more, gagging softly when the girth hit the back of her mouth but pushing on anyway.
Smoke groaned low, his hand coming down to tangle in her hair, guiding her without forcing it, “Fuck, damn, baby. Suck that dick like that, baby. Throat takin’ me so fuckin’ good, all sloppy and wet for Papa.”
He leaned over her slightly, his free hand cracking down on her big ass cheek with a sharp pop, the flesh jiggling under the impact, leaving a faint, purplish bruise on her dark skin. The plug shifted a little inside her from the smack, making her whimper around his dick.
Annie pulled back with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his tip, then drove back in deeper, her head twisting side to side to tongue every inch she could reach. She swirled her tongue around the head on the upstroke, flicking the slit to coax out more pre-cum, then slurping him down again, making bubbles of spit froth at the corners of her mouth. They dripped down her chin in thick rivulets, rolling over her neck and splattering onto her swinging titties, making them shine slick as they smacked together with each forceful suck—thwack, thwack—nipples stiff and slick with saliva.
“Gahdamn, woman, you suckin’ the soul outta me,” Smoke grunted, biting his lower lip hard enough to leave teeth marks, hips bucking shallow into her mouth as she worked him.
His big dick was iron-hard now, veins bulging against her tongue, twitching every time she sunk those cheeks to suck tight or grazed her teeth lightly along the shaft. Smoke popped that big ass butt again, harder this time, the slap echoing as her cheeks rippled. Annie moaned around him, the sound muffled by needy, her hand tugging his balls former to pull him closer.
“That’s it, grab them nuts—work for that fuckin’ nut. Damn, this dick deep in your throat. You my nasty lil’ throat slut, ain’t you? Fuck, feelin’ too good, baby—gon’ have you chokin’ on every inch ‘fore i flip you on your back and wreck that plugged-up ass.”
Smoke kept the dirty words flowing, voice gravelly between grunts, body tensing as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Annie ramped it up, sucking with wet pulls—slurp, gag, slurp—her tongue lashing relentlessly, spit bubbling and dripping everywhere. Smoke’s groans turned ragged, his grip tightening in her hair, biting back a curse as her mouth pushed him right to the edge, that tight, hot suction making his knees damn near buckle.
Smoke’s eyes locked on Annie’s face, mesmerized by the way her full lips stretched wide around his thick dick, slicing down inch by inch until her nose brushed against his trimmed pubes. He couldn’t wrap his head around how fucking incredible it felt every damn time, even after all these years with his wife. Her mouth was a goddamn vice, hot and wet, pulling him in like she was starving for it. Smoke bit down on his lower lip again, harder this time, a sharp sting cutting through the haze of pleasure as his hips twitched forward.
His hand moved from her hair to stroke along her cheek, almost tenderly, while his other palm came down with a firm smack on her ass. The flesh wobbled under the impact. It drew a muffled hum from her throat that shot straight up his dick.
“Fuck, suckin’ me so deep—ain’t no way this my wife doin’ this shit to me every night,” Smoke groaned, voice thick and ragged and laced with awe and raw lust.
Annie pushed forward, relaxing her throat completely now, taking him all the way to the base in one determined swallow. Her gag reflex fluttered but held, her esophagus clenching around the fat head of his dick as she held him there, nose buried against his pubes, inhaling his scent. Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth, overflowing in thick streams that trailed down her chin. Her titties swayed with subtle rocks.
“Just like that…just like that, hold that dick in your throat,” Smoke rasped, his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her to stay put for a beat longer before she pulled back gasping for air. He popped her ass again, the slap ringing out sharp, leaving a warm handprint blooming on her dark skin, “That’s my woman…suck your dick like it’s the only thing you need. This your dick, baby, all yours to choke on.”
Annie eased off with a wet pop, coughing lightly but grinning up at him through watery eyes, her tongue flicking out to lap at the underside of his dick while she caught her breath. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his glistening dick and she dove right back in, sucking him down to the base once more, holding it there with a deep, throaty gag that made his nalls draw up tight. Her other hand squeezed his sac, the heavy orbs rolling in her palm, urging him closer to the brink.
“Good girl, throat deep like that—swallow every fuckin’ inch for your man. You my nasty lil’ throat queen, ain’t ya? Tryna drain this dick with that good neck, makin’ Papa lose his damn mind,” Smoke praised her filthy, woods tumbling out between gritted teeth as he watching her work, coils swaying as her head bobbed and her neck worked, “yeah, baby, gag on it, show me how much you love chokin’ on this meat. That’s it, hold it…hold it right there, I know you feel this dick throbbin’ in your throat.”
Annie’s moans vibrated around him, her pussy clenching around nothing but the plug as she deepthroated him again, holding steady until her lungs burned, tears pricking her eyes from the effort. She pulled back slow this time, slurping loudly along the length, tongue pressing flat to trace every bulging vein before plunging down once more. The ache building between her legs from how turned on she was just from his reactions.
“Gahdamn, woman, you too good at this. Pretty wife with that magic mouth,” Smoke growled, stroking her hair soothingly even as he smacked her ass harder, the sound echoing like a drumbeat, “suck it deeper, baby, make them bubbles, let that spit run all over them big titties. This dick yours, yeah? Own it, throat-fuck yourself on it ‘til I bust,” his groans deepened, body tensing as Annie ramped up the suction, holding him buried to the hilt, her throat convulsing in tight pulls that had him biting his lip damn near bloody, eyes never leaving the sight of her eating his dick up.
From her vantage point on all fours, her gaze flicked up to his face—his chiseled jaw clenched tight, sweat beading on his deep brown skin, those intense dark brown eyes half-lidded and locked in her like she was the only thing that existed in his world. His massive chest healed with each ragged breath, muscles rippling under his thick frame, abs contracting as he fought to hold back just a second longer. Annie could feel the heat radiating off his body, his highs tensing like coiled springs, the scent of his musk in the air mixing with the tang of her own pussy in the air.
His hips bucked shallowly, fucking her throat in short, desperate thrusts. His dick was rock-hard inside her, veins bulging like ropes under the skin, the shaft swelling even thicker as the base of his dick pressed flush against her lips. Annie moaned around him, making his balls tighten up against her chin—heavy, full orbs drawing up close to his body, churning with the load he’d been building.
“FUCK,” Smoke grunted, the word rumbling from his chest like thunder, Mississippi drawl turning it into a drawn out ‘fuuuuck’. His free hand slapped her ass again, his focus shattering as pleasure overtook him.
His groans grew louder, animalistic, hips jerking forward as he chased the edge, “baby,” he rasped, biting his lip so hard she saw the white flash of his teeth against his soul patch, “shiit…you got me right there,” Annie’s pussy spasmed, dripping down her thighs from how turned on she was by his undoing—seeing her big, strong husband lose control because of her mouth, her throat, her everything.
His dick pulsed harder now, the head flaring wide in her throat, stretching her even more. Annie felt his balls contract fully, pulling up tight as the first wave hit him, “I’m a give your beautiful lass what you workin’ so damn hard for, o-okay?” Smoke groaned, his voice breaking on the last word, eyes squeezing shut for a beat before snapping back to her face, watching her take it all.
Then, he exploded. His entire body went rigid, thighs quaking as a deep, guttural ‘fuuckkkk, baby’ tore from his throat. The first rope of cum shot straight down her gullet, hot and thick, forcing her to swallow convulsively around him. From her view, his dick jerked violently in her mouth, twitching up and down, the shaft rippling as it pumped out load after load. Annie pulled back just enough to catch the next blasts on her tongue, eyes wide as she saw the veins throb visibly, the head swelling purple-red before unleashing creamy-white jets that splattered against the roof of her mouth, overflowing her lips in sticky strands. His balls pulsed with each release, contracting and relaxing, emptying themselves as cum bubbles out around her sucking lips, dripping down her chin onto her seating titties. He was so fucking hard still, even as he came—unyielding steel in her grip, only softening a fraction as the orgasm wracked him.
“Shit…mmm, yeah, swallow it all, baby,” Smoke panted, body shuddering, sweat trickling down his temples, his shoulders slumping forward slightly as the tension bled out.
She looks up, seeing the blissed-out haze in his eyes, his chest rising and falling in heavy waves, a satisfied grin cracking his face as he thumbed a stray drop from her lip and pushed it back into her mouth.
“Gahdamn, woman…you sucked me dry.”
As he pulled back, he felt the blood rushing right back in, swelling him to full mast again. Smoke stared down at her, sprawled on the bed with cum smeared on her chin and those big, doe eyes sparkling up at him.
“Gahdamn,” Smoke muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. Technically, he knew why. His fine ass wife—Annelora Solange Boudreaux–Moore—or Annie as he called her, had that effect on him. A simple smile from her full lips, that NOLA drawl whispering his name, and BOOM, his dick was ready to go again, like it had a mind of its own.
Smoke leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, appreciative kiss, his tongue sweeping in to taste the remnants of himself on her. His lips pressed firm against hers, sucking gently on her bottom lip before diving back in, swirling around her tongue. Annie moaned into it, her body arching up towards him, and he could feel the heat from her pussy radiating up, making his balls tighten anew. That kiss hit straight in the pussy, a jolt of need making her clench.
Smoke broke the kiss with a low growl, his hand sliding up to cup her jaw, thumb brushing her lips, “mmm, that’s my girl.”
With a firm grip of her hips, Smoke flipped her onto her back, the bed creaking under his weight as he dragged her body towards the edge, her legs dangling off. Annie let out a bubbly giggle, her big titties jiggling with the motion, that playful spark in her eyes making his dick twitch.
“What you laughin’ at, woman?” Smoke teased, his voice a deep baritone as he looked over her, one hand pinning her thigh down while the other stroked his hardening length, “I’m ‘bout to make love to this phat pussy and wipe that smile off your face. Turn it into cries.“
Annie’s laughter softened into a husky chuckle, her voice dripping with sass as she bit her lip, gazing up at him, “you say it like that ain’t what I want, Smoke,” her words were a challenge, her pussy aching for him, the plug in her ass causing her to shift her hips, sending sparks through her.
Smoke’s smirk turned primal. His dark eyes flashed with hunger. He grabbed her ankles, strong hands wrapping around them like vices, and folded her in half with effortless power. Her knees bent towards her ears, those heavy titties squishing up against her chin, nipples hard and brushing her skin with every breath. Her feet kicked up in the air for a moment before he planted his own wide stance on the floor, ass hanging just over the edge of the bed. Smoke used his thick, muscled arms to hold her there, pinning her thighs to her sides, his broad chest pressing down to keep her locked in place. Annie gasped at the stretch, her flexibility tested but loving the way his strength dominated her, making her feel small and owned.
Smoke lined up his thick dick at her wet hole, the fat tip nudging her swollen folds apart. Annie was dripping, phat pussy lips puffy and slick, that big clit peeking out at him. With a slow thrust, Smoke sank that big dick up in her, inch by veiny inch stretching her wide.
“Mhm? Pussy wet as fuck, baby,” Smoke grunted, his voice breaking into a satisfied hum as he bottomed out, balls slapping against her ass where the plug base peeked out. The sensation of her tightness, combined with the pressure from th plug made his dick pulse inside her. Annie whimpered, her hands clutching at his forearms, nails digging into his skin as he filled her completely.
“Oh, Smoke…yes, Papa,” she breathed in, eyes fluttering half-shut from the fullness.
Smoke didn’t waste time easing in. He started pumping her with deep, powerful strokes, his hips snapping forward to drive his dick balls-deep each time, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the bedroom. His strength kept her folded tight, her ass lifting slightly off the bed with every plunge of that thick dick. Smoke watched her face, loving how her giggles turned to moans, her mouth falling open in those sweet cries he promised.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Smoke leaned in closer, his breath against her ear, “take this fuckin’ dick like you know. Pussy squeezin’ me so good—fuck, you feel that?”
Each pump built the rhythm, his thick shaft dragging along her inner walls, hitting that spot that made her toes curl. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temple as his muscles flexed, abs contracting with the force of his drives. Annie’s titties bounced with the motion, pressing against her chin, her big clit grinding against his pubic bone on every hilt.
“Harder, Smoke…please,” Annie begged, her voice a needy whine, body trembling under his control.
Smoke obliged, grunting with effort as he picked up the pace, pounding into her relentlessly, the bed frame rattling against the wall.
“Gon’ fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight, Annie. My nasty wife creamin’ all over this daddy dick.”
His free hand slipped between them, thumb circling her clit in firm rubs, amplifying the pleasure until her cries filled the air just like he wanted.
Annie’s eyes darted wildly, flicking from his intense face-sweat-slicked brows furrowed in concentration, those dark eyes locked on hers like he was claiming her soul—to the mesmerizing sight of his fat, slightly curved dick disappearing into her folds and emerging shiny with her cream. Annie watched it stretch her wide, the way her clit throbbed against his base on each drive, her juices painting his length in a glossy sheen that dripped down to coat his heavy sack.
“Ohhh, fuck, Smoke,” Annie gasped, voice hitching with the force of it, her neon yellow toes flexing in the air as her folded body rocked under him. Annie whimpered, her big titties heaving against her chin with each powerful stroke, nipples peaked, “yes, Papa…tear it up,” she moaned, her drawl thick and needy, eyes glazing over as she felt another wave of slickness coat him, painting his dick white even more. Her hands clawed at the sheets now while Smoke’s feee hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh to pull her onto him harder, his grunts mixing with the obscene squelch of her wetness.
“Fuck, baby, you takin’ it so good. Gon’ make you cum all over this fuckin’ dick,” Smoke growled, snapping forward again, the head of his dick kissing the bottom of her pussy with a bruising force. Her cries sharpened, breath hitching in time with his thrusts.
Smoke’s strong hands clamped around Annie’s ankles, yanking her legs high and wide, hoisting her hips clean off the bed in one fluid motion. Her ass covered there, suspended in his grip. Smoke didn’t ease up—hell nah—his thick, veiny dick plunged straight back into her creamy pussy, driving deep and relentless, the head battering her A-spot with ever unyielding stroke. The bed creaked under the force, his hips pistoning like a machine, balls swinging heavy to clap against her cheeks with sharp, echoing slaps that turned her skin a deeper shade of mahogany.
Her big titties bounced wildly now, smacking together and swaying side to side. Annie’s face twisted into that perfect fucked-out glaze, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, mouth slack as drool pooled at the corner of her full lips, deep, dark skin sheenjng with sweat. Every inch of her looked utterly claimed, sexy as fuck while Papa Smoke wrecked her good. Annie was stupid on it, mind blanking out from the nonstop stretch and fill, her phat lips sucking him in greedily, cream frothing at the base where the joined, trickling down to soak the plug.
“Fuck yeah, take this dick, girl,” Smoke rasped, sweat dripping from his brow into her heaving chest as he hammered away, the wet squelch of her pussy louder than her gasps. His muscles flexed, biceps bulging as he held her aloft, using her body like his personal fuck toy, each thrust snapping her breath away and making her walls spasm around his girth, “so damn wet, gripping me tight, gon’ make you paint daddy whole dick and balls, fuck, this pussy goo—ahhhhh, fuuuck.”
Annie’s voice came out shaky, trembling, breaking as another wave built fast and fierce, “Papa…I’m gon’ squirt,” Annie warned, the words slurring through gritted teeth, her body tensing in his hold, thighs quivering against his palms while her pussy clenched harder, ready to unleash.
“Don’t tell me, do the shit, push it out on this dick, baby. Go on, push f’me. That’s my gushy pussy, right? I earned that. Push it…uhuh…give Papa that wet and gushy, girl.”
His words hit her like a spark to dry tinder, Annie’s body obeying before her mind could catch up. She bore down hard, muscles clenching in her belly and thighs, forcing the tension to uncoil from deep within. A sharp, electric jolt ripped through her pelvis first, her pussy contracting in fierce spasms around his plunging shaft, the plug in her ass adding pressure that made everything feel impossibly full and stretched.
Then, she broke. Annie’s release hit like a floodgate shattering. Clear fluid gushed out from her in forceful spurts, soaking his dick and balls, spraying across his abdomen and dripping down to the sheets below. Her hips bucked in his hold, the sensation a wild mix of relief and exploding all at once. Every nerve lit up, dark thighs trembling uncontrollably. A high, keening moan echoed.
Smoke didn’t stop. Fuck no. He powered through it, hips snapping forward harder, wet slaps turning even louder as her squirt lubed him up more, making his entry slicker an deeper.
“That’s it, baby, flood this dick,” Smoke growled, his eyes locked on the mess she made, his own arousal spiking at the sight of her losing control. He angled his thrusts to rub against that spot inside her, prolonging the hush, drawing out more sprays that splashed against his skin while her body shook and quivered. Annie’s mind went hazy, the pleasure bordering on too much, wall fluttering erratically as aftershocks rippled through her, leaving her limp and gasping.
Smoke eased his throbbing dick free from Annie’s drenched folds with a slick pop, pussy twitching from aftershocks, a trail of her squirt and his pre-cum linking them for a beat before snapping. Smoke leaned over her, lips crashing into hers in a deep, hungry, tongue kiss. Their mouths widened, tongues sliding and tangling with the taste of their own release lingering between them.
Annie’s hand slid down instinctively, fingers wrapping around his soaked dick. She stroked him slow, feeling the veins pulse under her palm, the head still flared and leaking as she pumped from base to tip, thumb circling the ridge to tease out more of that clear bead. Her other arm looped around his neck to pull him closer, big tits pressing flat against his chest.
Smoke broke the kiss first, nipping at her lower lip, voice rough and satisfied, “Damn, you wet me up, woman.”
Annie grinned against his mouth, “you always know where to put that dick to make me squirt.”
Smoke chuckled low, sitting back to take her in. His hands hooked under her knees, spreading her thighs wide, exposing everything—the glossy sheen coating her inner thighs, her puffy pussy lips parted and glistening, and lower, that shiny plug nestled snug between her round cheeks, the base winking up at him. Smoke stared, hunger sharpening his gaze, one hand trailing up her calf to admire how the neon yellow on her toes gleamed in the light.
“You ready for this, baby?” Smoke whispered, voice dropping thicker, eyes flicking to hers, “Ready for this dick deep in this tight ass? Gon’ fill you up back here, stretch you just right.”
Annie nodded, biting her lip, her body still humming from the high, ass clenching around the plug in anticipation, “Yeah, Papa…I’m ready. Been waitin’ for it.”
Smoke grabbed on of her ankles then, lifting it high, his lips brushing feather-like kisses along the arch, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. He worked his way up, peppering soft presses from her heel to the ball of her foot, sucking gently on her big toe for a second, making her shiver, “Papa’s here, baby,” he soothed, eyes locked on hers, warm but commanding, “Gon’ take it slow, let you get used to me slidin’ in. Breathe for me, okay? You take it so good already with that plug. Now, you gon’ feel me own that hole.
Smoke’s fingers gripped the base of the plug, twisting it gently as he pulled, the flared end popping free from Annie’s tight ring with a wet, audible suck. Her asshole winked open for a second, a dribble of lube seeping out before it clenched back down, leaving her hole quivering and empty. Annie, gasped, hips bucking slightly, the sudden void making her clench her fists in the sheets.
“Fuck, that felt good comin’ out,” she said, voice husky, eyes heavy-lidded as she watched him.
Smoke sat the plug aside on the nightstand with a clink, then he reached for the drawer, pulling out a fresh bottle of lube—thick, clear gel that warmer on contact—and a small towel to wide his hands. His dick bobbed heavy between his legs, slick from her pussy, veins thick and prominent, the head swollen and leaking steadily now.
“Gon’ make this ass mine proper,” Smoke grunted low, squirting a generous dollop into his palm and slathering it over his shaft, stroking himself a few times to coat every inch, the lube making obscene squelching sounds as if mixed with her remnants.
Annie licked her lips, gaze dripping to his dick, then up to his face, “wait, baby…put on that cock ring first. Want you throbbin’ even harder when you slide in.”
Smoke paused, a smirk tugging at his mouth, and leaned over to the bedside table, fishing out the ring from the clutter of toys and condoms. It was a thick, silicone band, jet black and stretchy, about an inch wide with a subtle ridge rubbing along the inner edge for extra grip. The top part had a smaller loop designed to circle the base of his balls, keeping everything snug and restricted, while the main ring hugged the root of his dick tight. He handed it to her, settling back on his knees, “Go ‘head, baby. Stretch it over me.”
Annie sat up a bit, her big tits swaying as she took it, warming the silicone between her fingers. She looped the ball ring first. Sliding it down behind his sack, the material snapping lightly against his skin as it settled, pulling his heavy balls forward and low, making them hang fuller, more prominent. Then, she worked the main band over the head of his dick, easing it down the length until it locked around the base like a vice, compressing the spongy tissue just enough to trap the blood, his shaft swelling even girthier kn response. The ridge dug in faintly, a constant pressure that made the veins bulge out more, his dick looking even longer.
Smoke hissed through his teeth as it settled, the tightness sensing a jolt to his core, a deep building ache that made his dick twitch and pulse harder, precum oozing in a thicker bead from his slit.
“Shit, grippin’ me good,” Smoke rumbled. Flexing his hips to feel the pull and the way it restricted the flow and amped up every sensation. Like his entire length was on edge, ready to burst but held back. His balls felt heavier too, tugged forward, sensitive to the slightest brush of air. Smoke gave it an experimental stroke, the lube slicking over the ring, and groaned at how the pressure made his top hypersensitive, every glide feeling intensified.
Annie admired her work, tracing a nail along the stretched band, watching his dick jump, “looks so fuckin’ big like that. Gon’ feel you stretch me wide, Daddy.”
Satisfied, Smoke moved then, strong hands gripping Annie’s hips and flipping her with ease onto her back at the bed’s edge. He dragged her son until her ass hung off, cheeks spreading naturally over the mattress drop, exposing her puckered hole fully.
“Legs up baby. Knees to your chest,” Smoke commanded, voice firm but laced with that affectionate drawl.
Annie obeyed quickly, hooking her arms under her thighs and pulling them high, folding herself open like a present, her phat pussy lips parting above her ass, clit peeking swollen and dark while that asshole winked invitingly below.
Smoke stepped between her spread thighs, one foot on the floor for leverage, the other knee on the bed, towering over her like that. His lubed dick in hand, he pressed the blunt tip right against her rim, rubbing slow circles, smearing the gel around her entrance, feeling the heat of her hole kiss back. The ring at his base made every nudge feel sharper, his head budging insistent but not pushing in yet, just teasing, dipping shallow to let her relax around the pressure.
“Breathe deep for me, baby. Feel that tip right there? That’s where I’m goin’. Deep as you can take.”
Annie’s breath hitched sharp, a low whine escaping her throat as that thick tip forced her open. It burned at first, a deep, insistent stretch that made her asshole flutter an clench, trying to push him out even as her body craved more. But the lube smoothed it, turning the ache into a throbbing heat that radiated up her spine, her pussy clenching empty above in sympathy, juices trickling down to mix with the slick at her hole. Fullness bloomed inside her, pressure building like she was being split ski and thorough, every vein on his shaft dragging against her inner ridges as he sank deeper.
“Ooh, Smoke…it’s so big…stretchin’ me so wide,” her voice was thick with need, body trembling under the intensity, nerves firing wild as pleasure edged in, making her clit pulse untouched.
For Snoke, it was pure fuckin’ heaven. The way her ass gripped him like a hot, velvet fist, tighter than her pussy ever could, sucking at his length with every careful thrust forward. The cock ring bit in at his base, amplifying everything, trapping the blood so his shaft swelled even harder inside her, every ridge and vein hypersensitive to the clench of her walls. Smoke groaned deep, the restriction making his balls draw up tight, aching with the need to bury himself balls deep.
“Good girl, Annie…that’s my baby, takin’ Papa’s dick so good,” Smoke rumbled, eyes locked on where they joined, mesmerized by the sight of her hole devouring him. Smoke pushed another inch, feeling her yield.
The faded into a delicious fullness that made her hips twitch, wanting him all in, her ass quivering around the invading thickness. Pressure built low in her belly, pussy lips swelling further, clit throbbing as if jealous of the attention below.
“Suckin’ me in, ain’t you? Fuck, this ass is grippin’ so tight,” Snoke growled, his hands sliding to her cheeks, spreading her wider to watch himself disappear, the sensation like fire coiling in his gut.
Snoke rocked forward again, easing past the halfway mark, her walls rippling around him, drawing him deeper with involuntary spasms. Sweat beaded on his brow, muscles in his arms flexing as he held back, savoring the drag, the way she fluttered and fought to take him.
“Yesss, let Papa open this ass up…you doin’ so good, baby.”
Annie's eyes watered a bit but it was from the overwhelming rush, her body arching as much as the position allowed. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, the fullness pressing against spots inside that makes her gasp and whimper.
“Deeper, please…feels like you rearrangin’ me,” Annie panted, voice husky, loving the way he filled her completely, every nerve alight.
Smoke chuckled, thrusting shallow now to loosen her up, the motion sending jolts up his spine, his dick throbbing, “Gon’ fuck you ‘til you screamin’ my name. You look so beautiful like this, all opened up for me, takin’ it like a champ,” Another inch sank in, her hole stretching taut around his girth and he praised her more, words filthy and tender mixed, “There you go, my good girl…Papa’s gon’ make this hole his forever.”
Smoke folded her up tight, knees to chest, big tits squished between them as her ass lifted higher, that stretched hole fully impaled in his dick. With a deep breath, Smoke pulled back slow, the slick drag of her ass clinging to every inch, lube squelching wet as he withdrew to the tip, her ring fluttering reluctant around the ridge of his crown. Then, he drove in again, bottoming out with a firm slap of his hips to her cheeks, the ring tapping rhythmically against her skin with each thrust, a lewd smack echoing in the bedroom.
Annie’s ass clenched with each pass, creating a suction that tugged at his skin, making his dick throb harder. His balls tightened with the buildup, the restriction amplifying every sensation until his abs clenched, thighs burning from pleasure coiled low and fierce in his gut, urging him to go harder but holding back to savor the slide.
Smoke looked down at Annie, his big titty wife all folded and vulnerable, lips parted in a constant moan, pussy glistening above. She looked so damn sexy like that, fucked open and taking him deep, her asshole stretched wide around his girth, the sight making his dick twitch inside her.
“Papa in that ass, baby?” Smoke rasped, voice thick, pulling out slow again, watching her hole try to follow before he sank back in, lube slurping softly around them.
Annie gasped, body shuddering with the fullness, the deep strokes hitting nerves that made her toes flex, “y-yess, Papa…all in my ass,” Annie whimpered.
“Papa making that ass feel good, huh?” Another slow pull-out, then plunge, Smoke’s body buzzing, muscles flexing as he held her folded, the sensation of her tightness making his pulse race.
“Oh, fuck, yes…feels so full, so good stretchin’ me,” Annie panted, her big tits bouncing slightly with each stroke, pussy dripping onto his balls below, the pressure building inside her like a storm.
The way she bit her lip had Smoke locked on her face, picking up the pace just a fraction, the wet sounds growing louder, “you like big dick in your butt, don’t you?” Smoke pressed, voice dropping low and commanding, hips rolling to bury himself fully, the glide of her insides stroking him perfect.
“Mmm, love it, Smoke…love that big dick fillin’ my butt,” Annie confessed breathlessly.
Smoke eased out just enough to reposition. He locked eyes with her, voice dropping to that commanding growl, “hold your ankles, baby. Grip ‘em tight for me.”
Her hands reached down to wrap around her ankles, pulling her legs wide and back, filing herself deeper. Her phat pussy lips parted more. Smoke leaned back on his knees, hands on her thighs for leverage, admiring how she looked splayed out, big tits heaving.
“Now, Papa ‘bout to go faster. Gon’ fuck this ass open real good, okay? You gotta keep these legs open, Annie. That’s the only way I’m a fuck this ass how you want it, understand? You gotta do as you told to get what you want, baby. Say, yes sir.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” Annie spoke breathlessly.
Smoke’s hips snapped forward harder, pace building, each plunge pulling her rim taut around his shaft, the lube letting him slide in and out with obscene slaps, balls swinging to tap her cheeks. The cock ring smacked against her skin louder, that big dick pistoning full length, from tip to base, her insides rippling in protest and pleasure, gripping him like a vice that loosened just enough with every drive.
One hand shot up to grab a handful of her big titty, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading rough as he pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it firm. His other hand dipped lower, thumb circling her big, phat clit, stroking over it in a firm circle, the nub hard and pulsing under his touch. Annie bucked at the contact, a fresh gush of wetness coating his fingers, her ass clenching down on his dick in response.
When his thumb pulled back, a thick, slimy trail of her arousal stretched her clit to his skin, glistening in the light, pussy absolutely soaked, juices trailing down to mix with the lube around his base. Smoke’s eyes heated at the sight, his thrusts picking up speed, pounding deeper.
“Damn, baby, you so fuckin’ wet,” his thumb dipped back to swipe through her slick again before returning to rub her clit steady, “yeah, you feelin’ good.”
The dual assault in her ass and clit sent shocks through her, “yes, Papa…feels fuckin’ amazin’ stretchin’ and fuckin’ me so deep with that big ass dick,” Annie’s walls spasmed around him.
Smoke’s rhythm shifted, his body coiling like a predator ready to unleash. Smoke released her ankle grip with a firm pat on her thigh, but she kept them hooked tight, legs splayed obscenely, her plush frame pinned open for him. Rising up, Smoke planted his fists on either side of her hips, knuckles digging into the mattress, toes curling for balance as he shifted into that push-up stance, his massive, muscled frame hovering dominant over her softer curves—broad shoulders, flexing, abs rippling under sweat-slicked skin, that thick dick still buried deep in her ass, twitching with anticipation.
“Papa, gonna power through this tight ass. Take every inch of this dick,” Smoke’s hips drew back smooth, pulling halfway out with a slick drag that made her rim flutter,,5$3! He dropped forward, powerful thrusts slamming his full length back in, balls slapping heavy against her ass with a stinging smack.
The sensation exploded for Annie, that relentless drive hitting deeper, sending jolts up her spine. She was stuck, body locked in place under his bulk, the air punched from her lungs. No words formed, just a fractured gasp escaping her lips, her mouth falling open in silent shock as the pleasure bordered on overwhelm, ass clenching futilely around his big dick.
Smoke didn’t let up, hips pistoning smooth and forceful, each drop of his body driving that thick ass dick deep. His bulky strength pinned her without even touching, the sheer power of his thrusts rocking her tits wildly.
“Breathe through it, Annie,” Smoke rasped, voice steady despite the strain in his clenched jaw, eyes never leaving her face, watching every twitch, every helpless quiver, “you takin’ this dick so good, baby. Feel that burn turn sweet? Yeah, let it build, baby. Papa’s got you…making this ass mine, fill you up ‘til you can’t think straight. All you gon’ do is let me fuck this ass? This my tight–fuckin’–ass, baby? Who this ass belong to—”
“You! Fuuuuck—ssss—Smoke!—nnghhhhh—ahh-ah-ah—”
All she could manage were shards of sound—tiny, broken moans fracturing into whimpers, incoherent hums vibrating from her throat as he fucked her silent, plush body yielding under his torture. The friction built fire in her belly, walls spasming erratically, milking him as he powered on, taking her ass.
“All quiet and took,” Smoke continued, breath ragged, hips snapping faster, the head of his dick battering her depths, “Just feel it. Moan for Daddy if you can, but I know you deep in it now, thick ass built for this dick—Gon’ make you cum from this alone, watch you bust all over me,” his muscles bulged with the effort, sweat beading down his chest, but Smoke held steady, dominating her completely, turning her into a vessel of raw, wordless ecstasy.
Smoke sank deeper into her, that tight grip of her ass pulling him under like quicksand, every slide in and out blurring the edges of his control. Smoke grunted low. Lost in the slick drag and the way she yielded and fought back all at once, “fuck, Annie,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice a rough drawl this with pleasure, “this ass got me hooked…grippin’ my dick up tight, baby, you take big dick in the ass just how I knew you would…fuck, look at this shit…”
Below him, Annie’s body betrayed her in the best way, her pussy clenching on empty air, untouched but alive with fire. The pressure built in her core, a tidal wave she couldn’t hold, her clit pulsing hard without a single brush. Annie couldn’t wrap her head around it—him buried only in her ass, pounding steady, and here she was, teetering on the edge of release, juices gathering hot and insistent. Her thighs trembled in her own hook, neon yellow toes curling into the soles of her feet as the first warning spasms hit.
Smoke caught the shift in her eyes, that wide, desperate gleam and adjusted quick, hands sliding up to brace firm on the backs of her thighs, prsssing them wider, folding her deeper into herself. His hips kept rolling, powerful and relentless, slamming that full length home with each thrust, the cock ring bumping her, teasing without mercy. The bed creaked under them, his bulky frame driving down, muscles bunching in his arms and chest as he held her open, fucking her tight ass with a precision that bordered on savage—deep strokes that stretched her rim wide, filled her to bursting.
Eyes locked tight on hers, dark and fierce, Smoke wasn’t messing around, reading every flicker on her face like a map to her breaking point, “what’s that look, baby?” He rasped, breath uneven, hips snapping forward again, balls tapping with each descent all heavy and sticky with lube and her juices, “you feelin’ it coming? Tell Big Daddy what’s got you shakin’ like that…”
Annie’s mouth worked but the words tangled, coming out in fractured bursts, “S-S-Smoke, oh, God, I’m—gonna…I’m gonna…s-s-squirt,” her voice a high, breathless whine, barely audible over the slick sounds of him claiming her. Annie arched as much as she could under his weight, pussy lips quivering, the convulsion turning to a flood she couldn’t stop, her whole body tensing like a bowstring.
Smoke grinned feral through his clenched jaw, thumbs digging into her soft flesh to hold her steady, “yeah? From this dick in your ass? That’s my girl—let it go, Annie. Squirt all over me, soak me wit’ all that pussy juice while I tear this up,” his thrusts picked up, relentless, the head of his dick grinding her depths, pushing her right over as her warning disabled into a sharp cry, her release hitting hard and sudden.
Smoke’s voice dropped low and commanding, cutting through the haze of her building storm like a lifeline, his words wrapping around her as tight as his grip on her thighs, “That’s my good girl, squirt all over me, you holdin’ that cum in my pussy now push it out, let it out on me, girl, I’m a keep fucking this ass, I know that,” Smoke drove in harder, the thick base of his dick stretching her rim with every plunge, the ring at his root grinding against her, sparking those empty clenches into overdrive.
Annie’s body shattered under the pressure, her pussy contracting wild and fierce, the first hot gush erupting from her in a forceful spray that arced up, splattering his abs and the sheets below, “Ooooooo, FUCK, Smoke! Oh lawwdddd—I’m squirtin’!” Annie cried out, voice cracking high in that lilt, juices pulsing out in rhythmic bursts, drenching her thighs and his heavy balls slapping against her. Smoke was glossed up with all that liquid that shot from her pussy. Annie had droplets of it rolling over her dark skin.
Smoke watched it all, eyes burning into hers, “Hell yeah, look at you go, baby…my dirty lil’ squirter soakin’ everything like a good wife s’ppose to. Keep cummin’, baby, I know you got more in that phat pussy,” his muscles flexed, holding her folded and exposed, letting her ride the peak while he claimed her ass, the wet slaps echoing louder over her gasps.
Then, with a forceful pull, Smoke eased his throbbing length free from her ass, the sudden emptiness hitting her like a shockwave, her ring fluttering open, greedy and denied, sending a fresh surge through her pussy. Another jet shot out, stronger this time, spraying across his chest as she bucked, the sensation of him withdrawing amplifying the aftershocks, her walls spasming hard on nothing.
“Shit—S-Smoke, pullin’ outta me like t-that…more’s comin’! Fuuuucckkkk,” Annie whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, the flood unrelenting.
Quick as lightning, Smoke’s hand cracked down on her ass cheek, a sharp pop that stung hot and made her yelp, the flesh jiggling under the impact, “stay still, girl—Daddy gon’ clean you up,” Smoke growled, the dominance in his Mississippi drawl thick as cold grits, bending his broad frame forward without missing a beat. His mouth descended on her drenched pussy, tongue diving in flat and broad, lapping up the mess with hungry, slurping strokes that dragged from her pussy hole to her swollen clit.
Smoke sucked her folds into his mouth, tongue swirling through the slick release, tasting her sharp and sweet cleaning every inch with flicks and probes, “Mmm, fuck, you taste like heaven after a squirt,” Smoke muttered against her pussy lips, the vibrations shooting through her sensitive flesh as he delved deeper, nose bumping her clit while his lips puckered at her entrance, sealing around her hole, drawing out more creamy wetness with greedy pulls that made her eyes cross. Annie’s hands flew to his head, fingers gripping coarse curls, thighs quivering.
Smoke’s tongue pulled away from her soaked pussy with a final, greedy suck, leaving her glistening and twitching in the aftermath. Without a word, his eyes locked on hers. Smoke shifted his hips forward, the fat head of his dick pressing against her still-gaping ass. He pushed in slow at first, the thick shaft sliding through her slick ring, stretching her wide again as she gasped, her body yielding to the familiar burn. Inch by inch, he sank deep, burning himself balls deep.
One hand planted firm on the back of her thigh, keeping her ass elevated and open for him. His other hand snaked between them, thumb finding her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles over the hard nub. Smoke didn’t ease in. Once seated fully, he started thrusting sharp and relentless, hips snapping forward to drive his full length into her ass with punishing force, pulling out his enough to slam back in, the wet smack of skin on skin filling the bedroom.
Her big tits bounced wildly across her chest. The bed rocked under them, frame knocking hard against the wall as his pace turned savage, muscles in his arms and back bulging.
“Yes, Papa, push that big dick in me—YES! Feels so good, mmm, yes, you fuck all my holes so fuckin’ good—make that dick cum, YES!”
Smoke stayed silent now. Only grunts escaped his lips—deep, guttural sounds that vibrated through his chest as he pounded her ass without mercy. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, feeling her pulse throb under his touch. Skin sweat-slicked and hot to the touch as he chased his release, the pressure building in his balls, heavy and full, ready to unload deep inside of her. Her praises fueled the fire as her tits jiggled erratically, body trembling on the edge of another peak from the dual assault.
“Mmm, that big dick throbbin’ inside…you fuck me better than any man, love how you make my ass grip that big dick…”
“Don’t stop, Smoke—balls slapping my ass got me leakin’ everywhere. You my king, poundin’ this ass right, Daddy!”
“Fuck, baby, I can feel you swellin’…give it to me…shoot that nut deep…that’s my man…my dick…I’m yours to fuck…yes…nnghhh…oh, Smoke, yes—”
Smoke’s thrusts turned even more ferocious. That dick was throbbing like iron inside Annie, heavy with a load he was about to bust. Smoke grabbed her thighs roughly, forcing her legs up higher, her knees hooked up near her ears like earmuffs, holding her in half and exposing every inch of her. Her pussy lips parted obscenely as he drilled into her ass with savage, piston-like strokes, the head of his dick battering deep, stretching her ring to its limit with each punishing plunge.
Annie’s body quivered uncontrollably, the pressure building on her stomach until it shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning, pussy leaking a fresh gush of slick cum down her crack, soaking his balls as they slapped against her. Annie moaned loud and broken, whimpers spilling from her lips in a frantic song, big titties mashed against her knees.
A deep growl rumbled from Smoke’s throat, his eyes locking onto hers wildly, “Baby, babe, I’m a fuckin’ nut in this ass—I’m’bout to fill this ass up, fuuuck—say my fuckin’ name, say who fuckin’ you like this.”
Annie’s voice cracked through the haze of pleasure, “Elijah, fuck, Elijah, yes—you fuckin your wife like this. Can’t nobody fuck me like you do, Papa…”
“I love you, baby,” Smoke rasped, voice rough with the edge of release, and then it hit him. His body went rigid, muscles locking as his dick swelled impossibly thicker inside her. Pulse after hot pulse, Smoke erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her ass, painting her walls white with his seed. The warmth spread as he ground against her, milking every last drop. His grunts turned to heavy breaths, hips stuttering to a halt, buried to the hilt as the aftershocks ripped through them both.
germansingergirl
kianamaiart
areudirty
andulkaphoto
romaincrisis
snowghoul
yousharknotpass
prguitarman
baratheonpilled
origamiaround
vaporwave
