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AN: WE BACK AND JUST IN TIME FOR KINKTOBER BEBE😈🗣️
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Read part one: HERE
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Translations:
Sì, Corvo. = Yes, Crow
So cosa dice = I know what he said.
Anche io. = So do I
Quale cravatta mi suggerisci di scegliere? = What tie do you suggest I choose?
Stai zitto, cazzo! = Shut the fuck up!
Per favore! Mostrate pietà a mio nipote! = Please! Show mercy to my nephew
Warnings: Violence, blood, Semi-public, two crazy ass niggas
Reader takes Stack out for new threads before bring him to meet with the Italians and once again Stack proves himself worthy.
The Canary lounges on a leather chaise, nursing a rum-spiked coffee whiling watch Benny and his apprentice Nico (who you noted has a silent but obvious problem that two Black people just walked in and were served with priority) work on practically sewing Stack into his new look.
A sleek charcoal and pinstriped three piece suit with a crisp maroon undershirt and dark burgundy vest that matches the layers of your dress. Stack’s face is distant, his body stiffly controlled as Benny keeps asking you for any critique for how to dress up your latest offering to Nitti. Nico places some dull stud-style silver cufflinks onto Stack’s sleeves, obviously unpolished.
Stack’s jaw twitching as he rolls the toothpick he was grinding to the other side of his mouth when he sees the low quality things. Stack goes to speak but takes a deep breath and meets your eyes instead seeking permission to correct. With a smile you sip at his seething. Stack grinds the toothpick but nods and tilts his head back as Nico re-buttons his shirt.
Good, Stack was learning well without being taught. He doesn’t take bait, he only takes commands. Gonna have to reward to reinforce that behavior.
Benny presents a selection of three ties to go with the outfit. One a dark gray with black stripes, one a dark purple, and one a plain deep red silk. You hum over them in interest, feeling the quality of each, the gray one felt like raw fucking cotton and the purple may as well be cheesecloth. Why in the world is Benny offering this shit?
“You are a craftsman?” you ask the older man and he swallows but gives a deep nod.
“Yes, Miss. Canary.”
“These selections… have quite the range.”
“Yes Madama. I am training my nephew here and asked him to make selections to present for you.”
“Does he think?” You ask. Benny swallows. Stack looks down his nose as Nico pauses to scowls but goes back to adjusting the last buttons before stepping back.
“He’s only been here eight months.” Benny excuses, you raise an eyebrow at that.
“So, he does think?”
“Sì, Corvo.” Nico says softly with a polite nod, like he was addressing you with respect. Like he didn’t just call you a crow to your face and had the gall to answer a question not directed at him. You look at Benny, chuckling into your cup as you take another sip.
“He said: Yes, my lady.” Benny weakly tries to excuse and you smack your lips.
“So cosa dice.” you deadpan and Benny wilts.
“Anche io.” Stack affirms.
Benny’s face goes sullen and grim while Nico looks at both of you in nervous shock. You point at the younger man then curl a finger to draw him forward. Nico hesitates, you meet Stack’s eyes and take the last sip as Stack shoves Nico forward instead. It’s hard enough that the young man staggers and nearly knocks over his uncle. Benny curses and hauls Nico to stand straight in front of you.
“Quale cravatta mi suggerisci di scegliere?” you ask Nico as you hand off your cup to Benny and take the ties from him.
“Miss. Canary-” Benny ties to intervene but is shut up by Stack's glare and your wick grin of irritated kindness.
“Benny, please get my man a drink here. Some of that good hooch I gotcha for New Years.” You calmly shut down the older man. Nico's eyes got wide at that, he was finally realizing his mistake in such disrespect. The older man sniffs but nods leaving Nico to face his consequences.
“What tie do you suggest?” you ask Nico again. He tries to back away and instantly Stack gets behind him. Stack places a firm hand on Nico’s shoulder and a trenchknife threatening the middle of Nico’s spine keeps the Italian boy there.
You hold up the grey and black tie. “What about this one? Why should I choose this?”
“Uhm, no… you, it was a mistake,” he bumbles and you tilt your head curiously.
“What is the quality of this tie?”
“It’s cheap. I’-”
“Oh! So you suggest this tie to me, ‘cause I’m cheap?”
“No! No, madama, I-”
“Stai zitto, cazzo! Your talk is cheap and I only like expensive things. Stack," You hand the man the cheap tie, ” get rid of it.” you command flicking Nico's forehead.
Pleas and the start of sobs bubble out Nico’s mouth as you sway back to your seat and move on to feel the fine texture of the deep red silk tie. Stack yanks Nico back by his collar and stuffs the tie into Nico’s mouth. The young man chokes around the mouthful of fabric then cries out when Stack grabs a fist full of his hair and bashes Nico’s head - mouth first - into the edge of a table.
Blood, spit, and teeth chips splatter across the table all while Nico sputters and Stack keeps bashing him. You study the way Stack's muscle finely flex and his solid stance your watch, just the look of him made your pussy tingle. Stack bounces this boy's head four more times before you give a short birdy whistle that singles Stack to drop Nico to the floor.
He cries once he hits the ground as he tries to crawl away. Stack kicks his brand new leather Oxford into Nico gut. It knocks that air out of the young man who then curls into a ball at Stack’s feet whimpering pitifully and spitting out blood in a spit filled beg for forgiveness. Benny rushes out, stopped by Stack's glare into him tha tlight another piolet of fire inside of you.
A silver tongue and a steel glare. Good shit.
Benny swallows and turns to plead to you instead.
“Per favore! Mostrate pietà a mio nipote! Please, Miss. Canary he doesn’t know!” Benny tries and you scoff.
“Then let him learn. Either I teach now or I’ll let the Enforcer teach him!” You snap at Benny.
“I’ll let the suits know that you’ve allowed such disrespect to represent the favor Capone has bestowed upon you in serving me.”
You stand up, letting the cheap purple tie flutter to the floor as you step up and start to place the nice deep red one onto Stack’s neck. You purposely stomp the pointy end of your heel hard on Nico’s hand, then stand with your weight shifted back. He screams all while Benny looks down on him with fear and shame as he hands Stack his drink.
“Benny, you see these cufflinks this worthless ass nigga put on my man?” you say while gesturing to cheap ass cufflinks. Benny nods.
“Go get him some diamonds. You wanna platinum frame, Stack?” You ask. Stack hums, gives a sly smirk as he holds out on answering in favor of taking a long drink. Benny gulps while Nico tries to get up, you stomp again and he lays back down.
“Think I will, baby.” he answers smoothly, brushing Benny off. The older man flees to the locked case where the expensive cufflinks were locked in. You look down, frowning to see blood was splattered on Stack’s new shoes, even a dent from where a tooth almost lodged into the tip.
“You got my man’s fucking shoes dirty. Clean ‘em up.” you command, taking your foot of his hand in favor of kicking the purple tie over to him.
“Polish them cufflinks why ya at it too.” Stack says, spitting down on Nico as he shakily grasps the tie. Nico swallows back his bloody spit as he cleans off the shoes with clumsy movements.
“Miss. Canary.” Benny croaks as he presents the showy links. You nod in approval. Benny goes to take the old ones off Stack but the man halts him.
“Nah, ya boy here gotta get ‘em polished first. Abbia pazienza, signor Beniamino.” Stack tells the tailor. You hum in approval at his intimidation tactic. Forcing the older man to watch as his nephew pathetically cleans Stack’s shoes then holds on for dear life to Stack’s leg so he reaches up and shine the cufflinks to something decent.
As soon as Nico is done, Stack plucks them off and places them into Nico's shirt pocket.
“A tip fo’ the shoe shine.” Stack calls it before returning to his firm stance and letting you place the new cufflinks on him. You two walk out after that, the envelope of payment tossed next to the till as Benny scraps Nico off the floor.
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Stack lights your cigarette as you lead the way, you guys still have a very important appointment to make at the docks. You were pleased to present a perfect recruit. The two of you step onto the back of the street car heading towards the docks, standing in front of Stack you take a deep drag of the cig then pluck if out your mouth and kiss him.
It is a deep kiss that ends in you sharing the cloud of nicotine so that Stack ends up puffing it out when you pull back. You place your lipstick stained cigarettes in his mouth and he promptly puffs on. You undo his top buttons and pull out his dog tags with the marking ribbon still on the side to make sure it was properly displayed.
Stack watches you with intrigue as you run your hands down his front, smoothing out his clothes until you get to his belt. Stack gives a knowing chuckle as you tug it and bring him a step closer. Stack leans his head down until his ear is next to your lips.
“You wanna see how wet that shit got me?” you whisper. Stack goes a little wide eyed but his hand finds the slit on the side of your leg and eases in.
“Fuck.” he hisses quietly around the filter when his fingers meet naked slickness. You buck into his front a bit and roll your eyes back when he swipes through your slit a few times. The street car bell signals a coming stop so you tap Stack’s wrist and he pulls out as asked. You take back your cigarette from his mouth as Stack licks the taste of you off finger tips.
“That’s yours once the meeting is finished. You 're a good boy.” you tell him and Stack perks up as he shamelessly checks you out.
“Good boy?” he asks. You palm his dick with a smirk before turning around and pressing your ass into the front of him as you start to watch people. Stack’s hand settles on your hip.
Half racing to cook eggs and the other to the bathroom
Somehow a lonely jar of Blue Magic and a broke rattail appear on the coffee table
We all will soon have our turns with it
My mama finally stopped bumping my ends
and I can have the half cornrows and crochet fro like Alicia Keys
Who is singing about her Teenage Love Affair with Antwone Fisher on my ol' CD player
We show each other our dance routines and my mama laughs while my daddy rolls his eyes
He doesn't understand!
We move just like Zendaya and Willow and Lil Mama and OMG Girlz and-
We finish getting ready for the day, it 11am and the bathroom counter and my dresser is a glossy mess of oil sheen, rubber bands, coco butter and vaseline
My big brother
who smells of Black & Milds and heavy gold rings
just bought me my first oversized graphic tee with a spray painted Betty Boop on it
I tuck that cool ass tee shit into my Jean short that hit just before my knee with red flowers stitched by me and auntie on the side
He drops off the gaggle of girls at the mall with a total of 30 dollars and says have fun,
he heads back to his apartment then Clint's to get to work-
We shoplifted big ass sunglasses from the Claire's and bought a pack grape gloss and cotton candy body mist from the Beauty Supply store,
for a total of 6 dollars
We share
So we can look like RayRay or Roc girls
I'm a Princeton girl tho.
We just finish our slushies and corn dogs infront of the mall fountain when the rumble and sound of my brother comes down the street.
A Milli, bass boosted, blasting. We scramble in, backseat full
the skinny cousin on my lap,
the others giggling on the floor.
Back to my house, we gotta get ready. I hide the seam line between cornrows and false curls with a white bandana
I braid plastic neon colored extensions into my cousin box braids
One cousin hide the big gold hoops in her purse, next to a packet of tissues. We gonna put them on later
Because we are going to the skating ring
To scream our hearts out to How To Love as we speed on highlight colored wheels on the dingy roller floor
Holding hands between the six of us
And piss off the white kids
When the light turn back on and some country sound that I dont remember, but it sound patriotic, plays.
It tells us to go home now, return your skates
We scramble into the back of daddy's truck at 9 pm hopped up on
pop rocks and pickle juice and tacky light up pacifier necklaces
We are the girls they talking bout
Someone found a sharpie and now we are all tatted up
By 11pm we are scrubbed clean, heads wrapped in purple bonnets and black silk, sleepily drinking water, whispering over magazines and wishing we could wear pink wigs, sneak watching a censored Baby Boy on the tv.
Mama tells us cut that noise out.
It 2011
It's the beginning of summer and
Lil Wayne just dropped How to Love
In the tangle pile of cousins on couch cushion, flat pillows and blankets
Annie tries out her Nice 'n' Warm tea blend out on Smoke with intentions to pass the time while snowed in. Just for Stack to show up and show that there's nothing wrong with playing games
While snowy winters in Mississippi are rare, they aren’t impossible. The snow steadily falling outside means it is cold, and that means that the whole of Clarksdale, Black or White, is locked into their homes.
Bunked in and bored to death.
However! Annie has a plan to address the need to keep both busy and warm, with a soft smile on her face she watches her tea kettle tink and clink as the water starts to boil. Annie sways in place as she grinds together the warming spices of ginger and cardamom along, some floral tones of dried rose and jasmine into plain black tea leaves for her custom ‘Nice n’ Warm’ blend.
She eyes down Smoke’s finely sculpted back; he is clad in just a pair of pajama pants and his under-tank his brown skin striking against the white of the top and silver of his dog tags. The sight prompts Annie to add a few more pinches of dried Hybrid Damiana aka Love Leaf aka a potent aphrodisiac she’s been custom growing for a while. Hell it was this tea blend alone that was the cause of the mini-baby waved in Clarksdale two summers ago. Can’t do nothing but fuck to cure the fever it causes.
Meanwhile, Smoke watches the harsh flurries of white hit the window pane trying to calculate when would be the best time to run out to the side of the house to get more wood for the fireplace. His brow frowns at the new sight just outside the glass.
“I know that ain’t…. That dumbass!” Smoke scowls as he gets up and hurries out of the room to tug on his sweater and denim coat. Annie frowns herself and looks at the window just to roll her eyes with another exasperated sigh as she sifts the blend into a silk tea bag to plop into the kettle.
There, trudging through the falling snow in just a trench coat, hat, and scarf with a messenger bag clutched in his ungloved fist, is Stack. Annie giggles at the scolding Smoke was laying into his brother as he hurries over the yard while the younger twin slips ’n’ slides on the ice slick footpath. Annie watches as the two basically collide together trying to stop the other from slipping on the ice which inspires a whole new slew of scolding to leave Smoke’s mouth as they hit the snowy ground anyway. She giggles harder yet reluctantly pulls on a long cardigan over her thin house-dress for modesty-sake.
“And why the hell you out in this?!” Smoke’s voice booms as the two finally make it back to the poach in one piece. Stack hurries to knock the snow off his boots and leaves them just in the doorway first, rolling his eyes at Smoke’s questioning. Stack makes a point to toss his snowy coat onto Smoke, making sure the cold of it hits his brother in the face.
“I can’t visit my damn brother and sister-in-law anymore?” Stack argues back before yelping as Smoke slaps snow onto the back of his head with a satisfied smirk at the younger’s jumping shiver. Stack flicks him off as he turns into the kitchen to smile brightly at Annie, the last of his shivers starting to melt in the warmth of her house. He pulls her into a half hug that makes her flinch from the cold but still grin.
“Hey Annie-girl!”
“Hey, ‘Lias.”
“Not in a damn ice storm, ya can’t!” Smoke argues as he puts away their coats. Stack waves him off before settling into the chair Smoke was occupying beforehand and starts to rub his hands together to warm them up.
“Well, I was about to die over at my house. So I gotta valid excuse.” Stack says and Annie gives him a bewildered look.
“What’s wrong? Heater dead?” Annie asks as she sets up two mugs with generous amounts of clove-infused honey into the bottoms before slowly pouring her custom tea.
“Well my dear Annie! It’s pretty simple… I was bored.” Stack explains with a serious expression that cracks into a sly grin as Annie chuckles.
“Stack…. Git outta my house.” Smoke deadpans and that sends the chuckles into cackles from Annie.
“Wow! My own brother! Wanna cast me out into the cold and frozen streets to suffer! To frost over, fall and shatter into ice! Annie, how'd you meet such a cruel man!” Stack overreacts, moping in performance. Smoke scowls as he takes out the other chair and crosses his glorious arms, now hidden by a sweater.
“Ah, you’d be a’ight nigga.”
“Elijah, be nice to lil brother.” Annie teases with a kiss to the side of her husband’s head as she settles one of the aphrodisiac mugs in front of him and warms her hand on her own. She then prepares the other kettle with plain water to boil once again. She contemplates making it all chamomile and lavender to knock her brother-in-law out so she could get her nut in, in peace.
“Yeah! Be nice to lil brother, like the woman said!” Stack places the messenger bag on the table and starts to dig through it. “ An’ for you Annie! I got some new records for ya, hot off the press outta Atlanta” Stack bribes her. Annie oohs while Smoke rolls his eyes and lights his pipe, she pulls out the small circle and eyes the label for a name. The only thing scrawled on the little paper circle of pink is “ Dirty Lucille.”
“So bored? Whatcha tryna do?” Annie asks Stack as she accepts the gift, being a proper host while Smoke takes a big sip of his tea in trying to warm back up.
“Uhm, I don't know. What was ya’ll ‘bout to get into?”
“Hibernation.” Smokes deadpans, making Stack’s face drop into a matching look of disengagement as he turns his head to look at Annie, a move that says with not a word “this nigga.” Both men give soft smiles as Annie clutches her belly with laughter at the two's antics. She walks around the kitchen table, sipping her mug as she goes back towards the sitting room and further back to the bedroom.
“Give me a second. Let me get my donimos, work some money off the both of ya’. Elijah’s gonna wash the dishes.” Annie taunts with a wink as she leaves. Smoke unabashedly watches the heavy sway of her wide hips and bounce of her ass. So entranced in the look of his wife he didn’t notice Stack’s eyes roaming her over as well. He takes in her upper curves and the glistening skin of her neck that was showcased with her hair pulled up in a puff.
Stack swallows heavily and rolls his toothpick over his teeth; he then gets up to busy himself so Smoke didn’t catch on to him. Stack snags another mug out the cupboard and hums at the two kettles. He eyes the one that already had the white ribbon of a tea bag hanging out of it and pours some from it along with two big scoops of sugar. He barely lets the cane sugar melt before taking back a big gulp and humming at the strong warming flavors.
Both brothers settle down, Stack rolling a cig to share when Annie comes back in with a cheshire grin and sets the bright blue tin full of dark wood dominos with dots of bold white on the table. She hands the tablet of paper to Stack, who automatically divides it into threes and puts little nicknames on top to signify who's who. Annie slides Smoke the thin domino stand out the box before dumping the little bricks onto the table and her Man starts to mix them with instigating clacks.
“Now Annie, I love ya! But you just any ole nigga when it comes to dominos. I ain’t gonna be nice and soft like him.” Stack taunts with a point of his thumb to Smoke. Annie scoffs and flicks his forehead.
“You can keep runnin’ that mouth, cause I’m finna run them pockets.”
“My pockets!?”
“Imma start with ten dollars down, unless ya pussy?”
“American green?” Stack asks with a sly grin that turns wild as Annie pulls out a true ten dollar bill from her cleavage and slaps it down where the game is going to be built. Stack is quick to pull out a roll of cash from his pocket and adds two tens in.
Smoke smacks his lips then gasps when both brother and wife whip their heads around to him.
“Where’s ya bread bruh?”
“Hell nah, I ain’t sacrificing my green to you damn chickenheads!” Smoke swears as he pulls his seven dominos from the pile.
“Dem sound like broke nigga words. Dem words all you can afford, Elijah?” Stack says. Smoke rolls his eyes watching Annie take a gulp of her tea and lick the lush of her lips.
“Ain’t broke, my habits keep me from that. Like not letting yo cotton-mouth ass con me.
“Ah, baby! I thought you just played in puss, not that ya was one.” Annie tuts next and Stacks hollers as Smoke gasps at his wife.
“Watcha self woman ‘fore I have ya bent over my knee wit something in ya mouth!”
“ ‘Long as some money on it! Put it in, Mister Moore.” Annie ends with a purr that makes both brothers shiver. Smoke kisses his teeth but takes his denim coat off, making a show of pulling out the roll from the inner pocket then tossing a twenty and ten on the pile.
Just like that, the game begins.
For the next 40 minutes nothing but rude taunts, flirty insults, and dominos slams fill the air of the little kitchen that gains so much heat the window fogs. All three mugs of Nice ‘n’ Warm are bone dry empty and sweat rolls down all three’s of their brows. Stack’s eyes damn near cross between looking at his hand of bricks and the glistening of Annie’s tiddies. She’s taken off her cardigan 20 minutes in, uncaring to the sharp side eye her husband gives her in favor of taking money out of his coat pocket. Annie’s plump mounds drag on the table before jostling back in place when she kicks back in her seat. The younger twin licks sweat off his upper lip before shedding off his sweater, leaving him in his undershirt.
“Feeling that heat, Stack? Can’t take it?’
“Oh I got sumthin’ you can take a’ight, Ann. Hard!” Stack bellows slamming down a double five brick and cackling as he adds 20 to his point count. He took the swift kick to his shin by Smoke like a champ, reveling as Annie pants in a frustration that seems to be more than just competition but a madness that was starting to plague him as well.
A tightness in his pelvis only a tiddy fuck or a taste of something pink may remedy. Not being teased by his brother’s wife just sitting there in all her thick and hot body glory.
Smoke, of course, was worse off. His dick was straight hard, one hand commands his bricks and the other on Annie’s thigh gripping a bruise into the chocolate softness. Everytime she pressed her thighs together for friction he made a point to run his fingers down her panty-covered slit forcing her to open up and Annie forced out another flirt from her sinful mouth to pretend she had some kinda upper hand.
“Fuck you! ‘Lijah! Play that gotdamn snake eye you got so I can getta twenty piece back!” Annie fusses and Smoke smacks his teeth in time with a swat to the side of her ass. The recoil of it aches his dick to just have Annie sit on his lap and remedy him. The memories of her riding him like she’s was a Kentcky pro on a mustang almost makes say fuck it to the game and fuck off to his brother.
“I ain’t got shit but dick to give you, Woman!” he hisses out instead as he picks up the double one anyway. Annie’s giggle is twisted.
“Man, then put it on the table!”
Annie rolls her eyes back and lets out a moan when Smoke teases her slit again and it becomes a bit too much. She presses her hand over her mouth in surprise that it came out of her. Both Smoke and Stack grow still as a cold night. That moan… it means something… it charges the space with pure lust and pushes boundaries. Annie yanks Smoke hand off her by the wrist and Stack swallows to see his twin’s hand glistening with that bit of wetness he’d sneakily been drawing out of her.
Thoughts of symmetry filled the younger twin's mind at that moment.
Would his hand look the same if baptised by Annie?
Annie lets out a shaky breath, they watch her body bounce as Annie presses her legs together, and straightens up. Annie placed down her third domino with a soft click, it and the crackling of the oven the only sound among them. Stack squints at his dominos, he had two options.
Win the game but lose the sight of Annie.
Stretch the bets and see where this goes.
Annie’s eyes go wide as Stack abruptly stands. Her jaw drops to see his dick just as hard as Smoke’s, both brother’s velvety girth’s throbbing in showcase through their pants.
“Let’s put it on the table, Ann.” Stack offers. He barely gets a chance to breath before Smoke snatches him by the collar and nearly hauls him clear across the table.
“Fuck you say, bruh?”
“You heard me, Annie-girl said put some dick on the table, why would I refuse the lady’s request?”
Annie is between the brothers in a flash. Pressing her back against Smoke to force him to put distance between himself and Stack then Annie lays her hands against Stack’s firm pecks and staggers him back a step.
Yet, she kept her hands on him.
“Elijah. Sinmi.” She commands him, her Man sucks in a breath with a bit of a hiss between the teeth but relents. His hands drift down to her supple waist and grip her flush against him with a grid forwards. The poke of dick-printed fabric against the back of her pussy is sticky with precum and makes Annie swallow down a throaty whimper at the tease. Stack watches her inspect him, his heart pounding at her calculating glances as she undresses him with her eyes. Annie’s hands skim down his front until they rest on his waistband and from there she pops off his buckle. Stack thrust forward a bit so his pants don’t fully fall off then and there.
“Fuck this game.” Annie says. Stack eyes go wide as Smoke’s hands surge up Annie’s body to grasp Annie’s tiddies in two gripping, overspilling handfuls of plump, brown flesh. He bends down and licks a kiss onto Annie’s neck with a glare of possession.
“Yeah, fuck this game. Take yo ass on home, nigga. Annie, take yo ass on to the bedroom before I put cha on this table again.”
Annie shutters for a moment, hands flying up to his ear and tugging down it lightly with her nails.
“You ain’t the one decidin’ the game ‘ere. Ms. Annie is.” Stack stands his ground with a nod. Annie chuckles darkly at that, a throaty sound that damn near vibrates through both siblings.
“Annie?” Smoke asks into her hair. Annie trails her hand down from Smoke’s head, then back onto his body until it runs lightly over his hardness.
“I do like a quick game….” Annie teases as she clutches him a bit and Smoke curses under his breath. Annie presses forward now, basically dragging Smoke forward as she plays her free hand down Stack’s pants.
“Ah, shit!” He girts out as Annie gently but firmly grips around the base of his shaft. The rest of Annie fingers palm around the side, on instinct her fingertips glide and tease the vein on the left. Annie hums with intrigue, like she just invented something special or discovered something unknown to the world.
“Damn. Ya’ll twins all the way down.” She tells them both, a desperate lick around her lips to hold back the need to salivate. As she holds both brothers now, Annie can’t help but feel a deep pressure in her core, a greedy yearning for the girth of both of ‘em to be in her in any way.
“We gonna play a quick game of bones. First person to 50, get to pick how this is goin’ down. Imma even be a little nice. Ya win a five ya get five. Ya win a ten, ya getta ten. Ya win a 20, ya getta 20.” Annie tells them both.
“Get 20 of what, Woman?” Smoke asks and Annie smirks.
“20 seconds to prove something.”
Both brothers stiffen at that. She may as well have told two lions that the bone yard decided whose gonna run priderock. Annie looks at both of them with side eyes and both give matching deep grunting groans as she tightens her grip on their shafts to command attention. To command the reaction she wants.
“Yes ma’am.” They both say, it sends a pulse of pleasure through Annie’s pussy.
Smoke and Stack sit across from each other now. Smoke’s look of righteous fury and possession against Stack’s looks of sly satisfaction and fascination. Annie eyes them both with determined lust and hunger. She flips their old game over and mixes the dominos with fast hands. Stack scratches the old game, Smoke lights the discarded cigarette and makes a point to blow the cloud straight over the dominos and into Stack’s face.
“Ladies’ first.” Stack says as soon as Annie finishes the mix. She bites her cheek coyly and picks five.
“Childen next.” Smoke grumbles. Stack smacks his lips as the second youngest there and takes his five.
“Poppa’s last.” Annie teases. Stack gives a dry laugh as Smoke smirks through his selection.
“Big six?” Annie asks.
No one moves.
“Double fives?” she asks again.
Stack grins as he flips it out.
“Ten.” He says aloud as he writes down the O on the paper. Annie’s shoulder hitch as she tries to hold back a chuckle at the sight of Smoke puffing like a dragon.
“That’s ten Mississppis. Smoke, count ‘em.” Annie tells them.
Stack stands up, and comes to the side of Annie. She looks up at him with her doe eyes blown wide through lusty lashes and it makes him pause with a deep swallow.
“You need me to turn?” Annie asks him before he can say anything.
“7 seconds nigga.” Smoke grumbles.
Stack’ hands are gentle as he cuffs both of her sweat-damp breasts, palming them with increasing firmness, testing the plump flesh. Liftin’ em. Letting them drop so they bounce. Teasing the nipples hard with a roll between his thumbs and pointers. Annie’s hand goes between her legs to press a thumb on her clit as the stimulation makes her pussy wet, needy to be played with. Stack makes a show of giving her a big wet kiss that is more a clash of teeth then something proper. A taste of the tongue, Stack goes to glance over at Smoke with a prideful smirk but Annie’s smack on the side of his thigh with her free hand turns his attention back to her.
“Full attention soldier.” Annie commands him. Stack gives a nod, mesmerised by her before he backs off and back to his seat when Smoke barks out the last number to him. Smoke scoff, “Tiddy baby.” he taunts and Annie smacks her lips.
“Did you forget how you sleep? Play ya hand ‘fo ya piss me off.” Annie strikes. Smoke smacks his lips but plays a throwaway hand, Annie matches it. Stack’s forced to match it, all of them are crossed legged in the pressure. Smoke tosses another hand and Annie strikes with a smirk, linking a three with the two on the opposite side of the layout.
“Five.” Annie announces, watching Stack mark it before she stands. She circles the both of them, eyes scanning for selection on who’s gonna get her little bit of time. Annie dips her head down allowing only a few millimeters of distance, damn near hovering her juicy lips from either of ‘em. Cinnamon laced breath puffing temptation onto either of the brothers’ ears but never delivering.
Smoke lets out another tobacco cloud to billow over his lips as Annie lingers around the back of Stack’s neck. The elder watches with piercing jealousy as Stack inhales Annie’s scent and tips his head back for just a chance of her lips. Annie swerves back with a smirk as she makes her way over to Smoke instead. Annie’s hand cuffs his chin and pitches it up.
“Count ‘em.” Smoke growls as Annie lips damn near eat his down as they kiss. Annie hands rub Smoke’s neck as her man grips her ass and pulls her closer. Stack rolls his lips in as he watches the way Annie’s ass jiggles, the impressions of Smoke’s fingers into that softness, the way she drags her nails down the column of Smoke’s throat.
“Five!” He grits out and Annie hums. She makes sure to smack loudly as she comes out of the kiss. Swatting Smoke’s hand down. Annie smirks before walking back to her seat.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The three of them play.
“Your play, baby.” Annie reminds him.
Ten seconds - Smoke fingers into Annie for all ten counts until she panting.
Five seconds - Stack has Annie swirl her wet tongue around his tip.
Twenty seconds - Annie has Stack sucking her toes while she bites and sucks bruises into Smoke’s neck.
Ten seconds - Stack leaves hickeys upon Annie left breast and damn near a bruise with his grip on her right. All while she grinds down deliciously on his lap.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Teases and preludes to something truly sinful.
“Fifty!” Annie shouts as she slams down a double two that leaves her with the last ten points to win on the table.
Both men practically sit at attention with anticipation for just what she could have in store for them. Annie leans forward, crossing her arms and leaning on one of her hands as she looks the two of them over.
Annie eyes Stack’s mouth as her hand drifts over to Smoke’s thigh. The many tales Mary shared to Annie about Stack’s gift for eating it come to mind. While Smoke wasn’t a chump of an eater, his skills were better used for drilling into her and tossing her around then just praying to pussy. She liked to make Smoke twitch, the back and forth of control was critical to her.
“Elias?” Annie asks after another minute, eyes low as her voice becomes sultry. She starts to palm and tease Smoke’s dick with her hand while commanding him. Stack hums, spitting his toothpick to the side at the sight of Annie jabbing a finger down.
“You gonna defend your reputation?” She asks him.
With a shark-like grin, Stack sinks down off his chair, crawls under the table and pulls her legs apart. Smoke blink harshly, flinching at Annie’s talented hand and the bump of her thigh now against his. He watches her gasp, head thrown back as Stack wretches her panties to the side and digs his nose straight in to get a smell of her pussy. That sensitivity Smoke has been building up all night putting her on edge. Annie places one hand on the back of Stack’s head, fucking up his waves as her fingertips push through the tamed curls. Her other beacons Smoke with a single curl of her pointer finger.
“Stand.” Annie pants before moaning and trying to buck forward in her chair as Stack starts licking into her. Stack’s arms snake around her hips, pulling a leg over his shoulder to lock her in place so he can drill his tongue in deeper. His mustache scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs making lightning crawl all over her down there when his lips peck her pearl.
Smoke does as instructed, standing up as he frees dick from his pants, letting it bob out, hard and veiny as it taps against the side of Annie’s jaw. Smoke girts his teeth as Annie turns her head towards him and starts to lick up the side of his shaft. Smoke shakes his head with a hiss as she swirls the tip, his hand cuffing the back of her head.
“All this craziness you talked, a ‘course you want somethin’ down ya throat for it.” Smoke scolds her. Annie hums, a smile in her eyes as she gazes up at him. Annie hollows out her cheeks, and slowly bobs down him, small chokes as his dick jumps in her mouth. She slides back off of him just as slowly, ending with a wet plop and whining moan. She clutches over Stack's head while he teases the pearl of her pussy properly with his tongue until her back arches as she squirts down the mouth muscle.
“You…fuc… you gonna shut me up?” She asks Smoke though broken moans.
Smoke is swift to swing his leg over so he straddles her in a stand and slips dick down her throat.
Both moan aloud at the movement, Annie’s free hand claws at his hip and up his torso as Smoke start to fuck her face with a swift and damn near rough pace. His nails tangle into curls at the nape of her neck while he guides her head. Smoke swears at the sloppy noises the keen fromAnnie as she loses rhythm and bucks further onto Stack’s tongue. Her legs shake and threaten to damn near locking him in as she comes closer to orgasm. Stack hikes her leg up higher upon his shoulder and adds his thumb into her as well.
Smoke gets tight as Annie uncontrollably hums her moan of pleasure out onto his shaft. Smoke wipes the tears off her cheek.
“Yeah, get the nut outta her bruh. I’m tryna see her cry on my shit.” Smoke growls. Smoke deepens his pace and Annie wraps both arms around his waist, nails digging into his lower back as he fuck her mouth.
Annie cums apart as Stack spells his name inside her, pussy flowing down her chin to dribble onto his chest. He keeps lapping it up as Annie shivers and her knee presses onto the side of his face. Smoke comes with a swearing shout. Annie whimpers with leaky tears as she swallows it in the midst of her own sex high.
Stack takes a prize and crawls out from under the table, the front of him wet with Annie. He’s just in time to look up and see Smoke step out from in front of her. He takes in her heaving chest, blows out eyes, curls coming loose as she gasps with sticky lips.
“You tryna see if we taste the same too, Annie-girl? I promise I’m sweeter.” Stack flirts as he whirls her panties around on his finger. He then balls it up and starts to wipe off his beard, his dick jumps at the fucked out look on Annie’s face. Annie stands, a stagger in her step for a moment that Smoke corrects. She pats his arm with gratitude before gesturing to him to sit back down himself. Smoke obliges, sitting with a heavy sigh as he watches her walk to the doorway, she looks over her shoulder and starts to roll down the straps off her nightgown..
“Fuck.”
“Lord, Ann!”
Annie giggles as the crumbled fabric falls to her feet and she stands naked before them both.
“Round twos in the bedroom boys, I gotta lay down. First one there is first one in.”
Annie tries out her Nice 'n' Warm tea blend out on Smoke with intentions to pass the time while snowed in. Just for Stack to show up and show that there's nothing wrong with playing games
While snowy winters in Mississippi are rare, they aren’t impossible. The snow steadily falling outside means it is cold, and that means that the whole of Clarksdale, Black or White, is locked into their homes.
Bunked in and bored to death.
However! Annie has a plan to address the need to keep both busy and warm, with a soft smile on her face she watches her tea kettle tink and clink as the water starts to boil. Annie sways in place as she grinds together the warming spices of ginger and cardamom along, some floral tones of dried rose and jasmine into plain black tea leaves for her custom ‘Nice n’ Warm’ blend.
She eyes down Smoke’s finely sculpted back; he is clad in just a pair of pajama pants and his under-tank his brown skin striking against the white of the top and silver of his dog tags. The sight prompts Annie to add a few more pinches of dried Hybrid Damiana aka Love Leaf aka a potent aphrodisiac she’s been custom growing for a while. Hell it was this tea blend alone that was the cause of the mini-baby waved in Clarksdale two summers ago. Can’t do nothing but fuck to cure the fever it causes.
Meanwhile, Smoke watches the harsh flurries of white hit the window pane trying to calculate when would be the best time to run out to the side of the house to get more wood for the fireplace. His brow frowns at the new sight just outside the glass.
“I know that ain’t…. That dumbass!” Smoke scowls as he gets up and hurries out of the room to tug on his sweater and denim coat. Annie frowns herself and looks at the window just to roll her eyes with another exasperated sigh as she sifts the blend into a silk tea bag to plop into the kettle.
There, trudging through the falling snow in just a trench coat, hat, and scarf with a messenger bag clutched in his ungloved fist, is Stack. Annie giggles at the scolding Smoke was laying into his brother as he hurries over the yard while the younger twin slips ’n’ slides on the ice slick footpath. Annie watches as the two basically collide together trying to stop the other from slipping on the ice which inspires a whole new slew of scolding to leave Smoke’s mouth as they hit the snowy ground anyway. She giggles harder yet reluctantly pulls on a long cardigan over her thin house-dress for modesty-sake.
“And why the hell you out in this?!” Smoke’s voice booms as the two finally make it back to the poach in one piece. Stack hurries to knock the snow off his boots and leaves them just in the doorway first, rolling his eyes at Smoke’s questioning. Stack makes a point to toss his snowy coat onto Smoke, making sure the cold of it hits his brother in the face.
“I can’t visit my damn brother and sister-in-law anymore?” Stack argues back before yelping as Smoke slaps snow onto the back of his head with a satisfied smirk at the younger’s jumping shiver. Stack flicks him off as he turns into the kitchen to smile brightly at Annie, the last of his shivers starting to melt in the warmth of her house. He pulls her into a half hug that makes her flinch from the cold but still grin.
“Hey Annie-girl!”
“Hey, ‘Lias.”
“Not in a damn ice storm, ya can’t!” Smoke argues as he puts away their coats. Stack waves him off before settling into the chair Smoke was occupying beforehand and starts to rub his hands together to warm them up.
“Well, I was about to die over at my house. So I gotta valid excuse.” Stack says and Annie gives him a bewildered look.
“What’s wrong? Heater dead?” Annie asks as she sets up two mugs with generous amounts of clove-infused honey into the bottoms before slowly pouring her custom tea.
“Well my dear Annie! It’s pretty simple… I was bored.” Stack explains with a serious expression that cracks into a sly grin as Annie chuckles.
“Stack…. Git outta my house.” Smoke deadpans and that sends the chuckles into cackles from Annie.
“Wow! My own brother! Wanna cast me out into the cold and frozen streets to suffer! To frost over, fall and shatter into ice! Annie, how'd you meet such a cruel man!” Stack overreacts, moping in performance. Smoke scowls as he takes out the other chair and crosses his glorious arms, now hidden by a sweater.
“Ah, you’d be a’ight nigga.”
“Elijah, be nice to lil brother.” Annie teases with a kiss to the side of her husband’s head as she settles one of the aphrodisiac mugs in front of him and warms her hand on her own. She then prepares the other kettle with plain water to boil once again. She contemplates making it all chamomile and lavender to knock her brother-in-law out so she could get her nut in, in peace.
“Yeah! Be nice to lil brother, like the woman said!” Stack places the messenger bag on the table and starts to dig through it. “ An’ for you Annie! I got some new records for ya, hot off the press outta Atlanta” Stack bribes her. Annie oohs while Smoke rolls his eyes and lights his pipe, she pulls out the small circle and eyes the label for a name. The only thing scrawled on the little paper circle of pink is “ Dirty Lucille.”
“So bored? Whatcha tryna do?” Annie asks Stack as she accepts the gift, being a proper host while Smoke takes a big sip of his tea in trying to warm back up.
“Uhm, I don't know. What was ya’ll ‘bout to get into?”
“Hibernation.” Smokes deadpans, making Stack’s face drop into a matching look of disengagement as he turns his head to look at Annie, a move that says with not a word “this nigga.” Both men give soft smiles as Annie clutches her belly with laughter at the two's antics. She walks around the kitchen table, sipping her mug as she goes back towards the sitting room and further back to the bedroom.
“Give me a second. Let me get my donimos, work some money off the both of ya’. Elijah’s gonna wash the dishes.” Annie taunts with a wink as she leaves. Smoke unabashedly watches the heavy sway of her wide hips and bounce of her ass. So entranced in the look of his wife he didn’t notice Stack’s eyes roaming her over as well. He takes in her upper curves and the glistening skin of her neck that was showcased with her hair pulled up in a puff.
Stack swallows heavily and rolls his toothpick over his teeth; he then gets up to busy himself so Smoke didn’t catch on to him. Stack snags another mug out the cupboard and hums at the two kettles. He eyes the one that already had the white ribbon of a tea bag hanging out of it and pours some from it along with two big scoops of sugar. He barely lets the cane sugar melt before taking back a big gulp and humming at the strong warming flavors.
Both brothers settle down, Stack rolling a cig to share when Annie comes back in with a cheshire grin and sets the bright blue tin full of dark wood dominos with dots of bold white on the table. She hands the tablet of paper to Stack, who automatically divides it into threes and puts little nicknames on top to signify who's who. Annie slides Smoke the thin domino stand out the box before dumping the little bricks onto the table and her Man starts to mix them with instigating clacks.
“Now Annie, I love ya! But you just any ole nigga when it comes to dominos. I ain’t gonna be nice and soft like him.” Stack taunts with a point of his thumb to Smoke. Annie scoffs and flicks his forehead.
“You can keep runnin’ that mouth, cause I’m finna run them pockets.”
“My pockets!?”
“Imma start with ten dollars down, unless ya pussy?”
“American green?” Stack asks with a sly grin that turns wild as Annie pulls out a true ten dollar bill from her cleavage and slaps it down where the game is going to be built. Stack is quick to pull out a roll of cash from his pocket and adds two tens in.
Smoke smacks his lips then gasps when both brother and wife whip their heads around to him.
“Where’s ya bread bruh?”
“Hell nah, I ain’t sacrificing my green to you damn chickenheads!” Smoke swears as he pulls his seven dominos from the pile.
“Dem sound like broke nigga words. Dem words all you can afford, Elijah?” Stack says. Smoke rolls his eyes watching Annie take a gulp of her tea and lick the lush of her lips.
“Ain’t broke, my habits keep me from that. Like not letting yo cotton-mouth ass con me.
“Ah, baby! I thought you just played in puss, not that ya was one.” Annie tuts next and Stacks hollers as Smoke gasps at his wife.
“Watcha self woman ‘fore I have ya bent over my knee wit something in ya mouth!”
“ ‘Long as some money on it! Put it in, Mister Moore.” Annie ends with a purr that makes both brothers shiver. Smoke kisses his teeth but takes his denim coat off, making a show of pulling out the roll from the inner pocket then tossing a twenty and ten on the pile.
Just like that, the game begins.
For the next 40 minutes nothing but rude taunts, flirty insults, and dominos slams fill the air of the little kitchen that gains so much heat the window fogs. All three mugs of Nice ‘n’ Warm are bone dry empty and sweat rolls down all three’s of their brows. Stack’s eyes damn near cross between looking at his hand of bricks and the glistening of Annie’s tiddies. She’s taken off her cardigan 20 minutes in, uncaring to the sharp side eye her husband gives her in favor of taking money out of his coat pocket. Annie’s plump mounds drag on the table before jostling back in place when she kicks back in her seat. The younger twin licks sweat off his upper lip before shedding off his sweater, leaving him in his undershirt.
“Feeling that heat, Stack? Can’t take it?’
“Oh I got sumthin’ you can take a’ight, Ann. Hard!” Stack bellows slamming down a double five brick and cackling as he adds 20 to his point count. He took the swift kick to his shin by Smoke like a champ, reveling as Annie pants in a frustration that seems to be more than just competition but a madness that was starting to plague him as well.
A tightness in his pelvis only a tiddy fuck or a taste of something pink may remedy. Not being teased by his brother’s wife just sitting there in all her thick and hot body glory.
Smoke, of course, was worse off. His dick was straight hard, one hand commands his bricks and the other on Annie’s thigh gripping a bruise into the chocolate softness. Everytime she pressed her thighs together for friction he made a point to run his fingers down her panty-covered slit forcing her to open up and Annie forced out another flirt from her sinful mouth to pretend she had some kinda upper hand.
“Fuck you! ‘Lijah! Play that gotdamn snake eye you got so I can getta twenty piece back!” Annie fusses and Smoke smacks his teeth in time with a swat to the side of her ass. The recoil of it aches his dick to just have Annie sit on his lap and remedy him. The memories of her riding him like she’s was a Kentcky pro on a mustang almost makes say fuck it to the game and fuck off to his brother.
“I ain’t got shit but dick to give you, Woman!” he hisses out instead as he picks up the double one anyway. Annie’s giggle is twisted.
“Man, then put it on the table!”
Annie rolls her eyes back and lets out a moan when Smoke teases her slit again and it becomes a bit too much. She presses her hand over her mouth in surprise that it came out of her. Both Smoke and Stack grow still as a cold night. That moan… it means something… it charges the space with pure lust and pushes boundaries. Annie yanks Smoke hand off her by the wrist and Stack swallows to see his twin’s hand glistening with that bit of wetness he’d sneakily been drawing out of her.
Thoughts of symmetry filled the younger twin's mind at that moment.
Would his hand look the same if baptised by Annie?
Annie lets out a shaky breath, they watch her body bounce as Annie presses her legs together, and straightens up. Annie placed down her third domino with a soft click, it and the crackling of the oven the only sound among them. Stack squints at his dominos, he had two options.
Win the game but lose the sight of Annie.
Stretch the bets and see where this goes.
Annie’s eyes go wide as Stack abruptly stands. Her jaw drops to see his dick just as hard as Smoke’s, both brother’s velvety girth’s throbbing in showcase through their pants.
“Let’s put it on the table, Ann.” Stack offers. He barely gets a chance to breath before Smoke snatches him by the collar and nearly hauls him clear across the table.
“Fuck you say, bruh?”
“You heard me, Annie-girl said put some dick on the table, why would I refuse the lady’s request?”
Annie is between the brothers in a flash. Pressing her back against Smoke to force him to put distance between himself and Stack then Annie lays her hands against Stack’s firm pecks and staggers him back a step.
Yet, she kept her hands on him.
“Elijah. Sinmi.” She commands him, her Man sucks in a breath with a bit of a hiss between the teeth but relents. His hands drift down to her supple waist and grip her flush against him with a grid forwards. The poke of dick-printed fabric against the back of her pussy is sticky with precum and makes Annie swallow down a throaty whimper at the tease. Stack watches her inspect him, his heart pounding at her calculating glances as she undresses him with her eyes. Annie’s hands skim down his front until they rest on his waistband and from there she pops off his buckle. Stack thrust forward a bit so his pants don’t fully fall off then and there.
“Fuck this game.” Annie says. Stack eyes go wide as Smoke’s hands surge up Annie’s body to grasp Annie’s tiddies in two gripping, overspilling handfuls of plump, brown flesh. He bends down and licks a kiss onto Annie’s neck with a glare of possession.
“Yeah, fuck this game. Take yo ass on home, nigga. Annie, take yo ass on to the bedroom before I put cha on this table again.”
Annie shutters for a moment, hands flying up to his ear and tugging down it lightly with her nails.
“You ain’t the one decidin’ the game ‘ere. Ms. Annie is.” Stack stands his ground with a nod. Annie chuckles darkly at that, a throaty sound that damn near vibrates through both siblings.
“Annie?” Smoke asks into her hair. Annie trails her hand down from Smoke’s head, then back onto his body until it runs lightly over his hardness.
“I do like a quick game….” Annie teases as she clutches him a bit and Smoke curses under his breath. Annie presses forward now, basically dragging Smoke forward as she plays her free hand down Stack’s pants.
“Ah, shit!” He girts out as Annie gently but firmly grips around the base of his shaft. The rest of Annie fingers palm around the side, on instinct her fingertips glide and tease the vein on the left. Annie hums with intrigue, like she just invented something special or discovered something unknown to the world.
“Damn. Ya’ll twins all the way down.” She tells them both, a desperate lick around her lips to hold back the need to salivate. As she holds both brothers now, Annie can’t help but feel a deep pressure in her core, a greedy yearning for the girth of both of ‘em to be in her in any way.
“We gonna play a quick game of bones. First person to 50, get to pick how this is goin’ down. Imma even be a little nice. Ya win a five ya get five. Ya win a ten, ya getta ten. Ya win a 20, ya getta 20.” Annie tells them both.
“Get 20 of what, Woman?” Smoke asks and Annie smirks.
“20 seconds to prove something.”
Both brothers stiffen at that. She may as well have told two lions that the bone yard decided whose gonna run priderock. Annie looks at both of them with side eyes and both give matching deep grunting groans as she tightens her grip on their shafts to command attention. To command the reaction she wants.
“Yes ma’am.” They both say, it sends a pulse of pleasure through Annie’s pussy.
Smoke and Stack sit across from each other now. Smoke’s look of righteous fury and possession against Stack’s looks of sly satisfaction and fascination. Annie eyes them both with determined lust and hunger. She flips their old game over and mixes the dominos with fast hands. Stack scratches the old game, Smoke lights the discarded cigarette and makes a point to blow the cloud straight over the dominos and into Stack’s face.
“Ladies’ first.” Stack says as soon as Annie finishes the mix. She bites her cheek coyly and picks five.
“Childen next.” Smoke grumbles. Stack smacks his lips as the second youngest there and takes his five.
“Poppa’s last.” Annie teases. Stack gives a dry laugh as Smoke smirks through his selection.
“Big six?” Annie asks.
No one moves.
“Double fives?” she asks again.
Stack grins as he flips it out.
“Ten.” He says aloud as he writes down the O on the paper. Annie’s shoulder hitch as she tries to hold back a chuckle at the sight of Smoke puffing like a dragon.
“That’s ten Mississppis. Smoke, count ‘em.” Annie tells them.
Stack stands up, and comes to the side of Annie. She looks up at him with her doe eyes blown wide through lusty lashes and it makes him pause with a deep swallow.
“You need me to turn?” Annie asks him before he can say anything.
“7 seconds nigga.” Smoke grumbles.
Stack’ hands are gentle as he cuffs both of her sweat-damp breasts, palming them with increasing firmness, testing the plump flesh. Liftin’ em. Letting them drop so they bounce. Teasing the nipples hard with a roll between his thumbs and pointers. Annie’s hand goes between her legs to press a thumb on her clit as the stimulation makes her pussy wet, needy to be played with. Stack makes a show of giving her a big wet kiss that is more a clash of teeth then something proper. A taste of the tongue, Stack goes to glance over at Smoke with a prideful smirk but Annie’s smack on the side of his thigh with her free hand turns his attention back to her.
“Full attention soldier.” Annie commands him. Stack gives a nod, mesmerised by her before he backs off and back to his seat when Smoke barks out the last number to him. Smoke scoff, “Tiddy baby.” he taunts and Annie smacks her lips.
“Did you forget how you sleep? Play ya hand ‘fo ya piss me off.” Annie strikes. Smoke smacks his lips but plays a throwaway hand, Annie matches it. Stack’s forced to match it, all of them are crossed legged in the pressure. Smoke tosses another hand and Annie strikes with a smirk, linking a three with the two on the opposite side of the layout.
“Five.” Annie announces, watching Stack mark it before she stands. She circles the both of them, eyes scanning for selection on who’s gonna get her little bit of time. Annie dips her head down allowing only a few millimeters of distance, damn near hovering her juicy lips from either of ‘em. Cinnamon laced breath puffing temptation onto either of the brothers’ ears but never delivering.
Smoke lets out another tobacco cloud to billow over his lips as Annie lingers around the back of Stack’s neck. The elder watches with piercing jealousy as Stack inhales Annie’s scent and tips his head back for just a chance of her lips. Annie swerves back with a smirk as she makes her way over to Smoke instead. Annie’s hand cuffs his chin and pitches it up.
“Count ‘em.” Smoke growls as Annie lips damn near eat his down as they kiss. Annie hands rub Smoke’s neck as her man grips her ass and pulls her closer. Stack rolls his lips in as he watches the way Annie’s ass jiggles, the impressions of Smoke’s fingers into that softness, the way she drags her nails down the column of Smoke’s throat.
“Five!” He grits out and Annie hums. She makes sure to smack loudly as she comes out of the kiss. Swatting Smoke’s hand down. Annie smirks before walking back to her seat.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The three of them play.
“Your play, baby.” Annie reminds him.
Ten seconds - Smoke fingers into Annie for all ten counts until she panting.
Five seconds - Stack has Annie swirl her wet tongue around his tip.
Twenty seconds - Annie has Stack sucking her toes while she bites and sucks bruises into Smoke’s neck.
Ten seconds - Stack leaves hickeys upon Annie left breast and damn near a bruise with his grip on her right. All while she grinds down deliciously on his lap.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Teases and preludes to something truly sinful.
“Fifty!” Annie shouts as she slams down a double two that leaves her with the last ten points to win on the table.
Both men practically sit at attention with anticipation for just what she could have in store for them. Annie leans forward, crossing her arms and leaning on one of her hands as she looks the two of them over.
Annie eyes Stack’s mouth as her hand drifts over to Smoke’s thigh. The many tales Mary shared to Annie about Stack’s gift for eating it come to mind. While Smoke wasn’t a chump of an eater, his skills were better used for drilling into her and tossing her around then just praying to pussy. She liked to make Smoke twitch, the back and forth of control was critical to her.
“Elias?” Annie asks after another minute, eyes low as her voice becomes sultry. She starts to palm and tease Smoke’s dick with her hand while commanding him. Stack hums, spitting his toothpick to the side at the sight of Annie jabbing a finger down.
“You gonna defend your reputation?” She asks him.
With a shark-like grin, Stack sinks down off his chair, crawls under the table and pulls her legs apart. Smoke blink harshly, flinching at Annie’s talented hand and the bump of her thigh now against his. He watches her gasp, head thrown back as Stack wretches her panties to the side and digs his nose straight in to get a smell of her pussy. That sensitivity Smoke has been building up all night putting her on edge. Annie places one hand on the back of Stack’s head, fucking up his waves as her fingertips push through the tamed curls. Her other beacons Smoke with a single curl of her pointer finger.
“Stand.” Annie pants before moaning and trying to buck forward in her chair as Stack starts licking into her. Stack’s arms snake around her hips, pulling a leg over his shoulder to lock her in place so he can drill his tongue in deeper. His mustache scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs making lightning crawl all over her down there when his lips peck her pearl.
Smoke does as instructed, standing up as he frees dick from his pants, letting it bob out, hard and veiny as it taps against the side of Annie’s jaw. Smoke girts his teeth as Annie turns her head towards him and starts to lick up the side of his shaft. Smoke shakes his head with a hiss as she swirls the tip, his hand cuffing the back of her head.
“All this craziness you talked, a ‘course you want somethin’ down ya throat for it.” Smoke scolds her. Annie hums, a smile in her eyes as she gazes up at him. Annie hollows out her cheeks, and slowly bobs down him, small chokes as his dick jumps in her mouth. She slides back off of him just as slowly, ending with a wet plop and whining moan. She clutches over Stack's head while he teases the pearl of her pussy properly with his tongue until her back arches as she squirts down the mouth muscle.
“You…fuc… you gonna shut me up?” She asks Smoke though broken moans.
Smoke is swift to swing his leg over so he straddles her in a stand and slips dick down her throat.
Both moan aloud at the movement, Annie’s free hand claws at his hip and up his torso as Smoke start to fuck her face with a swift and damn near rough pace. His nails tangle into curls at the nape of her neck while he guides her head. Smoke swears at the sloppy noises the keen fromAnnie as she loses rhythm and bucks further onto Stack’s tongue. Her legs shake and threaten to damn near locking him in as she comes closer to orgasm. Stack hikes her leg up higher upon his shoulder and adds his thumb into her as well.
Smoke gets tight as Annie uncontrollably hums her moan of pleasure out onto his shaft. Smoke wipes the tears off her cheek.
“Yeah, get the nut outta her bruh. I’m tryna see her cry on my shit.” Smoke growls. Smoke deepens his pace and Annie wraps both arms around his waist, nails digging into his lower back as he fuck her mouth.
Annie cums apart as Stack spells his name inside her, pussy flowing down her chin to dribble onto his chest. He keeps lapping it up as Annie shivers and her knee presses onto the side of his face. Smoke comes with a swearing shout. Annie whimpers with leaky tears as she swallows it in the midst of her own sex high.
Stack takes a prize and crawls out from under the table, the front of him wet with Annie. He’s just in time to look up and see Smoke step out from in front of her. He takes in her heaving chest, blows out eyes, curls coming loose as she gasps with sticky lips.
“You tryna see if we taste the same too, Annie-girl? I promise I’m sweeter.” Stack flirts as he whirls her panties around on his finger. He then balls it up and starts to wipe off his beard, his dick jumps at the fucked out look on Annie’s face. Annie stands, a stagger in her step for a moment that Smoke corrects. She pats his arm with gratitude before gesturing to him to sit back down himself. Smoke obliges, sitting with a heavy sigh as he watches her walk to the doorway, she looks over her shoulder and starts to roll down the straps off her nightgown..
“Fuck.”
“Lord, Ann!”
Annie giggles as the crumbled fabric falls to her feet and she stands naked before them both.
“Round twos in the bedroom boys, I gotta lay down. First one there is first one in.”
Annie takes the reader out with her shopping and learns that you have no clue about how to run a Moore man's pockets. In teaching you the way to demanding your worth, she also sends a clear message to her brother-in-law: Don't get out bid
Modern Day Au, Sugarbaby! Annie, Sugarbaby! reader, Dom! Annie
“ Oh I don’t know Annie. This bag is 600 dollars! I can’t get it.” you say sadly as you admire the Chocolate Leather Telfar calling your name. Annie looks up abruptly from the rack of coats she was examining to level you with a look of shock and awe. Annie had taken you and with her to her favorite private boutiques after Pearline had to cancel on her.
You’d been so excited, ever since you started dating Stack 11 months ago Annie has been so nice and welcoming to you at any gathering the twins and Bo hosted. This was the first time it was just an outing of the two of you and now you had to reveal how… lacking… your wallet was compared to hers. You had got away with the french tip mani and pedi’s but dropping 600 dollars on a Telfar on a random Thursday wasn’t something your wallet could do. This was also just you and Annie's first shopping stop of the afternoon and you finally had to admit financial defeat.
“Girl! Whatchu mean you can’t get it? It’s just six. It’s lunch money.” Annie says and you feel hot embarrassment under your skin.
“I just don’t have it Annie. Shit, I’m sorry I shou- aht aht! I don’t wanna hear that from you! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, because I know for a fact that Stack has it. Just sent him a picture of you looking cute with it, then boom, you got the money for it. Shit, if you look real good, probably more. The brothers are easy like that.” Annie says nonchalantly and your jaw drops.
“Huh?”
Annie eyes you with concern now, like you had bumped your head and was talking gibberish. “You mean to tell me that Elias ain’t in your pocket by now? He’s a 50/50 nigga?”
“What? No, no! He’s not, he always pays for our dates, he's never seen my wallet or he prepays before we do something. We always go grocery shopping together and he swipes his card when I put the bags in the cart. I…. I guess, uh.. I-I don’t know. But! No way am I having him drop 600 on a bag…even though.. Well.” You ramble off into nervous silence at the deadpan look Annie was now casting over you.
“You got Apple Pay or Cashapp?” Annie says gently after melting a bit at your discomfort. Wow, you really had no idea.
“Yeah?”
“Is Stack a gold man or a silver man?” Annie asks next. You think back for a moment, Stack definitely likes his gold, you even had on one of his gold chains he gifted you under your shirt.
“Gold.” you say, Annie nods then waves you over to the racks. "It's good that you know that, now pick a coat.” She directs you. You swallow and back away from the bag that begged you to pick it up, Annie points at it and you grab it before joining her at the rack.
“Find one that matches it while I holla at Rochelle.” Annie commands you softly making you sigh as she saunters off with her collection of coats. You scan through the coat pretending to not see the increasing price tag until you spot a beautiful calf length mahogany mink coat that went perfect with the bag.
“Uhm.. I got it!” You call throughout the store. Annie appears at the doorway of the large private room in the back and waves you over again. Once you arrive and close the door behind you, you gasp to find Annie dressed in the floor-length white and gray lynx coat she was eyeing earlier.
Only that lynx coat. The only other thing on her body was a silver and diamond jewelry set and a white lacy lingerie set. Annie nods over at Rochelle who was flickering through sets of lingerie next to a locked glass case of jewelry.
“Tell Rochelle your size and she can hook you up with a set. You’re with a Moore man now, girl. Men like that have too much money in they damn pocket and they make it our job to drain it so they can make some more. How much was the bag and coat?” Annie advises. You swallow as you trail your eyes up and down the beautiful woman.
“Uhmm.. 600 hundred on the bag, the coat is over 4,000$ dollars.” you say and Annie hums in thought.
“It’s a good start. Rocki, make sure whatever she gets is over 300 dollars. You and Stack ain’t got kids, you can play around a bit more.” Annie says. and you shake your head in disbelief but go over to the dainty dark skinned woman and get dressed.
Annie watches from her chair, drinking a lovely glass of chardonnay as you open the curtain to the dressing area to reveal yourself. Rochelle dressed you in a brown nude set with crystals the only thing to hide your nipples and pussy from view. A 3 layer set of gold chains around your neck, gold rings on every finger and diamond hoops. A pair of dark brown Throne Mink pumps on your feet and the mink coat on your body.
Annie hums as it her turn to eye you down, checking out your smooth skinned shining with shimmer body oil. You tiddies sitting pretty as fuck surrounded by gold and your french curl braids all pinned into a high pony tail with one piece down and framing the side of your face. Annie rubs her thick thigh before becoming you over to come and sit on it.
A giddiness you can’t explain fills you at her dominating gesture as you click over and do as such. Annie nods her approval as you sit, she hands you the glass she was drinking on then fills it again before taking a swing from the bottle.
“Take your drink, girl.” Annie says and you feel a coil of arousal in your gut and do as such again. Annie takes another pull off the bottle as her free hand rubs up your back with nails grazing the back of your neck before playing into the bottom curls. She licks her lips and you watch her tongue before it speaks wisdom.
“Does Stack like your hair up in a ponytail?”
“I think so…”
“You think so?”
“All the pictures with his ex have her hair up in a ponytail. Stack paid for it for my birthday.” you say and Annie shakes her head as she pinches your chin between her thumb and pointer.
“That’s Mary, yous Y/n. Ya look real pretty wit it down.” Annie says as she reaches back and releases the tension and your braids cascade down to their length around your lower back. Annie smiles as she tucks the framing braid behind your ear.
“There. That’s better. So tell me what you know about what Stack likes.” Annie asks as she hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, nails dragging up and down your soft skin in a way that makes you shiver. You drink down half of your glass in sexual nervousness and Annie giggles at it as she places a hand on its rim to stop you. You accidentally kiss her finger, tasting rose, and you hitch back so you don’t put it in your mouth. Wine hitting you like a mack truck, fuck, were your really about to fuck on your sister-in-law?
“Go on and tell me,” Annie encourages, “I’ll tell you now. Smoke likes me in silver, crystals, and black leather. Or his favorite color. What’s Stack’s favorite color?” Annie asks, getting closer to your ear. You swallow and think back to your boyfriend's preferences.
“Red. Any shade but I really like it when I have pink tips.” you tell her as your hand brushes her knee and Annie hums.
“Is that why you got them?” Annie says and shrugs. “He’s in a better mood when I have them on, He says my hands look pretty on his dick when I get pink nails.” you inform her.
“Yet, you paid for them today?” Annie asks with a frown, she tuts when she feels your cheeks warm under her lips as she pecks your cheek.
“Yea….”
“Add it to his bill.”
“His bill?”
“Yeah his bill, Stack knows better than to let you run around here thinking you gotta pay for a damn thing. You billin’ that nigga tonight!” Annie tells you sharply with a slap to your outer thigh in her outburst that makes you gasp and clutch the edge of her coat.
“Yes ma’am!” you gasp out suddenly, then muffle yourself in shock at what the Hoodoo woman just dragged outta you. Annie presses her hand over the irritated skin and rubs making your whine. “Go on and get another drink.” she commands and you do as such before Annie takes the glass and sets it on the side table with the bottle. Once away, she slightly smacks the sore spot then holds it with a pressing grip while her other hand turns your head. You pant as she speaks and sinks into you.
“Smoke likes it when I wear blue. If I get something in blue I get a little extra. He likes it when I smell like vanilla and roses. What does Stack like you smelling like?” Annie says as she gets into the cove of your neck and takes a deep breath of you, she hums.
“Stong and floral I’m not surprised. Jasmine?’ she says and you nod.
“Yeah, it’s the last of a bottle I got before we got together. He likes to grab it and spray it on me if he stays the night.” You tell her, going shaky and airy by the end when Annie starts to kiss and suck on your neck while grasping your breast in one hand. You gasp, then moans at her talents, blinking back as you feel your pussy tingle.
You press your legs together and Annie giggles on your pulse at the action and pulls back with a teasing smile.
“Brand and price of the bottle, top of your head.” She quizzes you and you blink heavily at Annie as your right mind has to find your brain.
“Christian Dior, 200 dollars.” You say dumbly as Annie says as he moves you so you now straddle her thigh. Both of her hands on your hips as her thumbs press into the sides and her mouth goes on your cleavage, you toss your head back and sigh as you follow Annie's prompting and start to ride on her thigh.
“Good Girl. Add it to his tab. Add it all up. How much yo pussy worth, Honey Tell me all the costs.” she says as you sucks bruising hickies on your tender skin all while slick arousal drips through the sheer mesh and crystal of your panties to wet her thigh.
“I, i, uh… Fuck!” you bite out then gasp when Annie slaps your thigh.
“Count it! Start at the perfume you let the nigga use up.’
“200!”
“Nails.” Annie dips her thumb in your wine cup
“175!”
“Hair.” Annie says as she makes show of putting it in your mouth and wetting it slick with her spit. You can’t help but lick your lips back at the tease.
“400!”
“Matching set.” Annie says her hand fins hold on your inner thigh and her thumb slips in through the side of your panties. The smell of pussy hitting the air makes your both moan.
“360! Annn!” you whine as Annie’s thumb flicks through your glossy pussy lip, searching to the top of it for your pearl.
“Shoes?”
“Nuhg?” You pant out, unable to think as Annie starts to bounce you on her thigh, thickness shaking. A sharp slap of Annie’s free hand on your ass cheek brings your back and you flush at the stern look of arousal on her face.
“Focus girl, you need to be able to count and fuck or you ain’t getting shit but lunch money from ya nigga. Shoes, brand and price?”
“Ken-Kendall Mi-miles! 615!” You moan out. Annie smiles as she hears your just as she finds that button in you and starts to circle it just right.
“Keep going now, Honey. Mink coat?”
“4,000!” you cry out then ground down with a cry, tears of pleasure ruining your face when Annie smacks your ass again and her thumb flicks violently on your clit in a way that jolts you.
“Exact price! Gotta make sure your receipt is correct, girl. Mink coat?”
“4,879! Fuck, I finna cum Ann!” you cry out with a deep whimper as you collapse in on her. Annie laughs as you clutch around her shoulder and your whimpers fill her ear. Still your ride, groaning gutturally as she slips her thumb down and sinks it into your pussy properly. You gasp sharply at the full fill, but Annie shakes her head
“Can’t cum until the count is finished, Honey. How much that bag you want, Honey?” Annie starts to pump her thumb into all the while guiding your hips with her free hand.
“Nuh, Uh… fuck! Six…six, fuck Annie please, I-”
SMACK!
“600!” you yell out finally head landing on her shoulder and Annie nods in approval as she turns her head and brings your mouth in for a kiss. You both moan into each other's mouths as your lips smack together your tongue lazy in ecstasy as you taste the wine off Annie’s. Annie pauses in guiding your hips so her free hand drops and she properly places it in your panties.
Two fingers sink into your pussy while Annie’s thumb goes back to resting on your clit. You groan out in whiny frustration as Annie just lets her fingers sit there, no movement, just filling you, teasing you with what they could do.
“Fuck me! Fuck, Annnnnn please ma’am.. Please let me cum. I’m so close.” you pant out. Annie’s laugh rumbles through your chest and echos through your ears as your head goes fuzzy.
“Finish your count. Add it up. Let me hear ya do it. I need to know the final price.” Annie says and you curse but moan.
“200 and 175… tha-that’s-s 375.”
“Uh-huh.” Annie encourages as she starts by slowly recirculating your clit, wetting it with your slickness.
“375 an-and uhm, 400? That’s 775!” you damn near shout. Annie gently curls her fingers and hits a new spot in your that makes stars start to fall in your head and draws out whimpers from you.
“Don’t lose count now, you quiet.” Annie teases. SHe slips her thumb out from your and places it on your lips.
“Take a taste, come back to your senses and finish adding Stack’s bill.” Annie tells you. You sway your head up and go down on her thumb, licking yourself off her. Annie motions with a nods and your tilt your head up, she stretched your cheek a bit, giggles at the fucked out look in your eyes.
“Where are we at Y/n? Where’s your count?”
“775 ma’am” you mumble out around her thumb and she pops it out your mouth then puts it back down between ya’ll’s laps and on that button that had your jolt on her.
“So polite. I like that. 775 and what?” Annie says as she starts fingering you again and your shiver.
“775 and 360. It’ssss, damn.. 1,135?” you squeak, your eyes roll as Annie nods in approval and she quickens the pace, prompting you to try and bounce again. Annie giggles as your too fuck out to try, leaning into her again, you bite into her shoulder making Annie groans. She shakes her head to connect back to the task at hand.
“Nah, stop distractin’! Keep counting.” Annie says and you moan.
“6,000!”
“And? Don’t forget ya bag, Hun. That’s why we are here, Honey. I’ll let you be nice and round it up.” Annie says she pumps fast, bracing you on her as you start to shake and cum.
“Seven bands!” You cry out as your eyes roll back and come apart on Annie’s thigh, pussy squirting over both of your laps. You moans are music to Annie’s ears and your tears are sweet as she licks them off your cheek before kissing you. Annie kisses you throughout your come down, rubbing on your ass and you swear you see flashes all around you but can’t decide if it is the room or the flares of pleasure still going off in your head.
After a few minutes of settling, cool dampness settles upon you and brings you back to your right mind. You pull back and take deep breaths. Annie settles back herself, watching you come back to yourself as she rubs your back.
“Annie….”
“Double it.”
“...Wha?”
“You counted it to seven thousand. Double that, that’s what you're gonna bill Stack today. Can ya stand?” Annie says.
You swallow and give a shallow nod with a dazed glaze in your eyes. Annie shakes her head with a soft smile and holds your hip down so you wouldn’t try and stand. Annie reaches over and takes an ice cube from the bucket the wine once lived in and places it in your mouth. You look away shyly as you chew the ice down, letting it melt down your throat. You open your mouth and Annie gives you two more before you can properly nod and say, “Yes ma’am.”
Annie helps you stand, you feel like a new born horse stumbling around. Annie holds your hand and gently pulls you towards a floor-to-celing mirror lined with vanity lights. You and Annie check out one another then yourselves in the mirror. Both of your legs had extra glisten to them, the bite you gave her visible on Annie’s shoulder while the hickey rested boldly on your neck and tiddies.
“Bag.” Annie says. Rochelle emerges from behind the dressing room curtain where she waited and hands you the chocolate leather Telfar. She then hands Annie her phone and a little whiteboard with 14K written on it. Rochelle then grabs both your and Annie’s phones and motions for ya’ll to turn towards her with the mirror in the back. Annie places an arm around your back and you naturally start to pose to show off your bag and mink and matching set and jewelry. Annie can’t help but let out a giddy giggle and kiss your cheek, you’re getting it now, you’re joining the program.
“Let’s take a picture, Honey.”
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Stack sighs as locks the safe and stands, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and records last night count on the books. Smoke sets a box of new cigars to sell tonight on the table. Before Stack can ask about the sample his phone pings with your custom notification. Stack smiles at it and Smoke smirks.
Then Smoke’s phone pings with Annie’s notification. Smoke smiles, Stack smirks.
“Seems out girls are having a good day out. Y/n stays all in her shell and shit. I'm glad she’s getting out.” Stack says before he opens his messages. Smoke watches his brother's eyes go wide and mouth drop a little bit before pressing his phone to his chest and looking towards the doorway.
On his screen you posed in the lingerie and mink coat holding the bag with your pretty pink-tipped hand. Ass out, legs long and ungodly in gold shimmer and your heels. Your tiddies poked up, hair cascading down and framing your pretty face as your bite on his chain.
Sweetness🍫🤎: 14k E-man? 🥺 I really, really want to show your my new coat in person 😚
Stack swallows, he turns back so he faces the safe again so his brother doesn't see how hard he was becoming at that. Before he can formulate a response his phone pings again, a message from Annie. Stack hums curiously and goes to it.
His fucking jaw drops.
There you were riding Annie thigh, wetness on display your head tossed back in ecstasy as Annie licks the side of your neck and stares with challenge into the camera. The next was her licking tears off your fucked out face. The text message that follows has Stack whipping around to drill daggers into a smug Smoke.
Ann da Homie: Betta pay ya bill in full before I tell Smokey to put a bid on ya girl for me. 14k is well within my allowance. 😈
A:N Here is my day 2 contribution for @nahimjustfeelingit-writes kinktober list lol. The fic i dropped yesterday and my homegirls persasuion made me write this one 🙂↔️🤗🤭 Updates for Something to Believe In and a new series coming soon 😁😈
Confession: Religious Kink/Forbidden worship - Sammie Moore & OC or BlkGal Reader - tw: oral (MR), choking, bible verses, saliva, stains
It was a deal that Sammie desperately needed, the car was in need of repairs and Sammie was in need of money, hot meals and a bed to replenish himself. Possibly a medicine woman to make a salve to further heal his aching scars. Possible some pussy. So here he was, him and his guitar slipping into the back of the sanctuary as noon prayer starts with a reciting of the Psalm 23.
Sammie arrives at the Calvary Hill Church of Kansas City on a Wednesday at noon. Some of the drummers he bumped into on his travels told him about the pastor’s hospitality towards traveling musicians. Offering free lunch in the fellowship hall after noon prayer, breakfast and dinner on Sundays, providing information on where the sundown towns were and finally letting any musicians stay up to a month in the guest rooms in the basement of the church. If they promise to perform for every Sunday of their stay.
It was a deal that Sammie desperately needed, the car was in need of repairs and Sammie was in need of money, hot meals and a bed to replenish himself. Possibly a medicine woman to make a salve to further heal his aching scars. Possible some pussy. So here he was, him and his guitar slipping into the back of the sanctuary as noon prayer starts with a reciting of the Psalm 23.
Sammie bows his head as he recites but also scoops out the room and its people in a way that would make Smoke proud. The church was decently big, could pack about 300 holly-rollers plus a full pulpit and band at a time, warm tan wood and blue-green stain glass everywhere. About 40 people were in attendance for this noon prayer, mostly maids, typists, and warehouse men on their lunch breaks.
Sammie spots the pastor and first lady instantly by the way they hold themselves at the front of the church, leading the scripture. The pastor here is the opposite of Sammie’s father, he’s a bald cinnamon skinned man with a tall bulky frame like John Henry’s. He's dressed casually in brown slacks and a light green button down with a corresponding jacket. On her knees at a prayer bench to the right of the man was his wife. She’s an ample shaped older woman with soft deep brown skin in a long sage green dress and cream cardigan her gold cross necklace gleaming on her neck as she deeply prayed with an oiled prayer cloth between her hands.
However, who truly caught Sammie's eye, was the figure to the left of the two. A young woman ‘bout the same age as Sammie stands proudly even with a bowed head that has her ribbon coils falling like a curtain over her face. Her body is greatly blessed, every curve filled perfectly even through her long denim dress. Lips thick and pretty with burgundy lipstick as they curse the devil, skin a perfect blend of browns and gleaming in the sun through the windows. She suddenly shakes her coils back and her eyes open, they are dark and lovely fox-like eyes.
And they look right into Sammie. Sammie nods at the little gapped-tooth smirk she sent him, they’ve recognized each other instantly.
Gotta be a preacher’s kid thing.
With his belly full off a pork chop sandwich and bowl of greens, Sammie stands at the front of the empty sanctuary. In front of him sits Pastor Curtis, First Lady Irene, and their lovely eldest child, Sabel, waiting as Sammie tunes his guitar before going into his rendition of This Little Light of Mine. Pastor Curtis nods along with closed eyes. First Lady Irene sways in spirit with clasped hands.
And Sabel, the young woman that made sure he was first plate? She’s eyeing Preacher Boy down, from his scared yet handsome face to his broadening shoulders and finally studying how his skilled hands drew a song on the guitar stings. Sammie raises an eyebrow that promises to play a song outta her too. Once he ends his performance Curtis gives a single strong clap that echoes like thunder through the high ceilings as he stands with a pleased grin.
“That was beautiful Sammuel! We’d be blessed to have you play during your stay here, been a year or two since we’ve hadda guitar man bring his praise. My darlin’ Sabel here is the head of YWPP and our youth hospitality board. She can show you to the guest room downstairs and tell ya a few places for colored folks round here that you can explore or shop at. Our choir meets every Thursday and Friday at five, you be there, get acquainted with Mother Opal, she's our beloved church mother and our Music director.” Curtis explains.
Sammie nods along, smiling when he is supposed too, giving firm handshakes and showing off his bible knowledge when he is supposed too. All his years of placating his father and studying Stack’s slickness made Sammie prime to impress.
Curtis and Irene leave to get back to their day jobs as school teachers and Sabel leads Sammie to the guest rooms. Back down the stairs to the basement level, through the fellowship hall and into a short hall that holds a bathroom and two bedrooms. Sammie hums at his humble abode for the next few weeks; a stripped twin bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a fan, two chairs and a mirror.
Sabel marches straight over to the desk and turns the fan on, she fake fans herself, gives a small sorry about how stuffy the room must be that leads into the excuse for her to pop the first two buttons of her dress open
“Go on and set your stuff down while I getcha some sheets on this bed. Get comftable” Sabel tells him as she comes back to him with switching hips. Sammie does as such, setting his guitar case on the desk before sitting on the chair. He takes off his jacket and vest as he watches Sabel bend down to the bottom of the wardrobe, ass poking as her sweet voice drifts out.
“So, you’re this Preacher Boy they’ve been raving about lately.” She says, Sammie gives a startled blink.
“Ya’ll don’ heard ‘bout me way ova here, already?” Sammie asks and Sabel nods as she stands and plops a set of white sheets and a pillow on the bed
“Sure have, well- I have atleast. Some Little Rock blowers raved ‘boutcha two weeks ago. They said the roof may as well been on fire. You play background before?” Sabel asks and Sammie nods. It’s been two years since he’s left Clarksdale and all he’d done was scrap by playing clubs to network and picking up one-time sessions at random studios for handfuls of dollars.
“I’ve jammed with a few. Went back and forth with T-Bone Walker a few months ago.” Sammie drops and it makes Sabel snap-n-point at him.
“In Memphis?”
Sammie nods and Sabel hums, hitting a sweet note of intrigue.
“Me and my girls had a listening party on you! I think.”
“You wanna hear something live?” Sammie offers as she pulls on sheets and goes to fluff the pillow out. Sabel hums as she plops down on his bed letting her legs spread, dress hiking to show off her thick mile-long legs.
“Tommorrow, after choir practice ends around seven. Me, Erza, Charles and Deet is going to wander on Vine street. I think that’s when I’d lika listen to something that ain’t a hymn.” Sabel stands, strutting forward to Sammie who automatically accommodates her to stand between his legs.
Her soft hands cup his cheek as she ‘inspects’ him, Sammie is bold enough to place his hands on her hips and she hums again.
“I can already see.” She starts, her hands gliding down the sides of his neck as presses forward another step. Sabel loops them around the back of it and presses her chest in his face. Sammie eyes down her hidden breast feeling up her solid waist so he can thumb the swell of them before meeting her lusty eyes again. “I can see you've been travelin’ Mister Moore. It’s my duty as hospitality head to ensure that chu Go on and relax for the evening."
Sammie licks his lips, she brings a scripture to his mind as he kisses the top of her breast, dragging his hand down to loosen more buttons so her tiddies spill out into his hands. Her dress is almost completely undone. Sabel’s breath hitches as he squeezes, bites, then recites
“How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! Thy stature is lika palm tree, and thy breasts the clusters of its fruits.
I said, I will go up the palm tree, I will take hold of the bouts there: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,
and the smell of thy breath like apples; And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.”
Sammie quotes, taking his time to lick the taste of shea butter off her breast, take in the smell of rose and kiss hickey on them as he gropes her. Sabel moans out at his quick work to get her wet, Sammie bucks back in the chair when Sabel reaches down and palms his dick with a tender hand.
“Songs of Solomon. Forth song?” she pants. Sammie surges to a stand and kisses her, Sabel licks in his mouth and the two young adults smack deeply, tasting each other.
“Seventh” Sammie corrects her when they break apart for air. He bites his lip as Sabel starts to kiss hickeys into his neck now as she works his belt open.
“Think imma have to study that book again. Gonna be my partner for it?” She asks him as she drags Sammie by the belt towards the half made bed. Sabel takes a seat on its edge and Sammie lets his pants fully drop and dick spring forward. The fat head is already tapping Sabel’s wet burgundy lips, she gives it a shallow kiss as she grasps Sammie’s hip for purchase.
Her other hand wraps around his base, thumb sliding up and down between his heavy balls. Preacher Boy’s grunts while his hand gathers all her ribbon coils into a ponytail at her crown, arching her head back a tad.
Sammie needs to see this worship happen. He needs to see his dick disappear down her throat. He needs to see the tears from the choking as her cheeks hollow and puff. He needs to see the drool spills down his legs to her lap as she slurps, he needs to meet her fucking eyes.
“Ain’t yo daddy the pastor?” he scolds her and Sabel pouts, eyes full of challenge and mirth.
Sammie makes his dick jump and those thick lips kiss his head again. It prompts Sabel to lick down the seam of his shaft. She whimpers out a moan when Sammie twists his grip tighter in her hair. Sabel’s legs squirm together as west arousal blossoms between them when Sammie grabs at her breast again with his empty hand.
“Ahh, ah!” She squeaks when he teases her nipple hard before pressing it in with his thumb and teases slowly once more.
“I’ve never had a guitar man down my throat before, all y'all this thick? Don’t know if I can take that.” she admits and Sammie gives a deep chuckle.
“You got three weeks to find that out…. Fuck!” Sammie grunts then hisses out when Sable puts the whole head in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his dick’s head until her chin is damp with spit before swallowing him down inch-by-inch until all seven inches of Sammie is in her mouth.
It hits the back of her throat pointedly causing a wet choke. Both shutter as she gulps deeply, Sammie flick her nipple and she gag hasher before moaning. Sammie watches with reverence as Sabel pulls off him half way before swallowing back down, choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Lipstick kissed to his pelvis.
Sammie is pateince until she’s eased herself into bodding on him before he starts to fuck her mouth. He alters between easing his grip then twisting tight again as he trusts over her tongue. Sabel ends up rubbing the sloppy top drool down over his balls as he uses her hand for assistance. Both are moaning over the fulfillment of their lusty actions, Sabel's eyes are thin slits glisten with sinful tears and full of pleasure. Sammie can see her legs press and squirm, begging for friction to pair with the neediness that the velvet of him in her mouth has caused to ache in her pussy.
“Keep goin’, keep goin’ baby. Ya swallow this dick so good, we gonna get ya cooze tended tah.” Sammie grunts out and that makes her moan more and her eyes roll back. Sabel lets Sammie lead the pace now. Her mouth is nothing but a hole to him.Sabel locks back in when Sammie’s bucking starts to falter, she gazes forward as his core flexes with building orgasm.
Grasping both his hips and holding still, her tongue wags on the underside of his shaft before slowly pulling back as she sucks then slowly swallows back down him. Sabel does it three more times before Sammie comes with heavenly shouting, both hands holding her down as he shoots a thick load down her throat.
Sabel chokes as she tries to keep up with swallowing his nut, but it too much. She looks up at Sammie through teary lashes as cum leaks out the sides of her mouth in thick trails of saliva around his shaft from her puffy cheeks. All of it splatter down her chest.
“Ya mouth’s God’s gift to earth.” Sammie groans out his dick jumps one last time as she gulps around him before pulling back. Sammie watches in awe as she licks up what was left of his nut of her lips before she leans back to rest on her arms. Her wet and cum-stained chest heaving as she watches Sammie say fuck it and take his shirt off. Admiring his strong-lean body built by field-work and delta dirt.
“It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. I am my beloved's. And his desire is for me.” Sabel finally pants out. “Chaper 7, verse 9 though 10” Sabel recites with a cum-drunk smile at him. Sammie chuckles at that with a shake of his head.
Sabel watches him with wide eyes as Sammie sinks down to his knees and bust through the rest of her buttons. Leaving her denim dress wide open pussy exposed to the fan-chilled air then warmed by Sammie mouth placing a big kiss over her dripping slit.
“Preacher Boy! Preacher Boy, whatcha doin?!” Sable cries out when her heavy leg is effortlessly put on his shoulder, held tight so Sammie can drive in a bit further.
“Something only guitar men do. Relax, darlin’ don’t run from this.”
Sabel lets out a loud deep needy moan, hand fisting the loose sheet and calls to God go out as Sammie’s tongue licks up her pussy-fold to seek her button. Her leg shakes, tightening on him once he finds it and starts to do the signature Moore Man trick taught to him by Stack. Sabel jumps with a whine as Sammie chuckle vibrates her this time before he holds her thighs apart so he can have room to eat.
rules: below are songs compiled into three categories: RAUNCHY, RECKLESS, and ROMANTIC. each category has its own vibe, and each song showcases that. mix and match any of the songs below to create the optimal vibe. write with one song in mind or as many as your heart desires. whether it be using the song as inspiration or writing it into your fic however you choose, simply have fun and enjoy~
bumble’s valentine’s masterlist • general masterlist
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RAUNCHY
when you think raunchy, think about dark lights, burning heat, and absolute ruin. it’s not patient. it’s promiscuous. it’s indecent. it’s depraved in the worst way.
1. Blow - Beyoncé
2. Dessert Eagle - Beyoncé
3. Rocket - Beyoncé
4. Crown Royal - Jill Scott
5. Rolling Hills - Jill Scott
6. Come See Me - Jill Scott
7. Eat It - Megan Thee Stallion
8. Freak Like Me - Adina Howard
9. Alright - Victoria Monét
10. Big Ole Freak - Megan Thee Stallion
11. Down Stairs DJ - Megan Thee Stallion
12. Freak Nasty - Megan Thee Stallion
13. Ride or Die - Megan Thee Stallion (ft. VickeeLo)
14. WYD - Moneybagg Yo (ft. GloRilla, Big Boogie)
15. Lick Or Sum - GloRilla
RECKLESS
when you think reckless, think about being on the brink of cracking under pressure. it’s temptation, seduction, the urge to capture prey. it’s feeling your soul leaving your body. that “my mind’s telling me no, but my body’s screaming yes” type shit; that “i’m looking real good, and i’m finna make it everyone’s problem” vibe; that “i’m gon’ make sure this nigga leave here thinkin’ about me.”
16. Check On It - Beyoncé (ft. Bun B, Slim Thug)
17. Freakum Dress - Beyoncé
18. Kitty Kat - Beyoncé
19. Naughty Girl - Beyoncé
20. Tyrant - Beyoncé
21. Honey Molasses - Jill Scott
22. So Gone - Jill Scott (ft. Paul Wall)
23. Sex With Me - Rihanna
24. Big Mama - Latto
25. Broke His Heart - Megan The Stallion
26. Cognac Queen - Megan Thee Stallion
27. Ms. Nasty - Megan Thee Stallion
28. Space Age Pimpin’ - 8Ball & MJG
29. The Secret Garden - Quincy Jones, Barry White
30. Freek'n You - Jodeci
ROMANTIC
when you think romantic, think slow nights, soft music, tears streaming to the sound of love being made. romantic is heartfelt and heartbreaking all at once. It’s close and honest and reverent.
31. Be With You - Beyoncé
32. Speechless - Beyoncé
33. All I - Jill Scott
34. He Loves Me - Jill Scott
35. Whatever - Jill Scott
36. I Nominate U - Fantasia
37. Lover Girl - Megan Thee Stallion
38. If You Love Me - Brownstone
39. Untitled (How Does It Feel) - D'Angelo
40. Tell Him - Ms. Lauryn Hill
41. Kissin' You - Total
42. Feenin' - Jodeci
43. Say Yes - Floetry
44. Ebony Eyes - Rick James, Smokey Robinson
45. Butterflies - Michael Jackson
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a/n: huge thank you to @brownsugarcoffy for the inspiration and helping me add a couple of songs to this list!!! much love to youuuu. this came about from the agreement that we needed a freakyoncé february challenge, and after i posted about annie being jill scott coded, this was birthed! a lot of my fics are inspired by songs, so this is mostly for my own enjoyment, but i encourage any of my fellow writers to indulge as well~~
i'm about to post my first fic for this challenge as an example kinda, but i’ll be back next monthh
A:N Here is my day 2 contribution for @nahimjustfeelingit-writes kinktober list lol. The fic i dropped yesterday and my homegirls persasuion made me write this one 🙂↔️🤗🤭 Updates for Something to Believe In and a new series coming soon 😁😈
Confession: Religious Kink/Forbidden worship - Sammie Moore & OC or BlkGal Reader - tw: oral (MR), chocking, bible verses, saliva, stains
It was a deal that Sammie desperately needed, the car was in need of repairs and Sammie was in need of money, hot meals and a bed to replenish himself. Possibly a medicine woman to make a salve to further heal his aching scars. Possible some pussy. So here he was, him and his guitar slipping into the back of the sanctuary as noon prayer starts with a reciting of the Psalm 23.
Sammie arrives at the Calvary Hill Church of Kansas City on a Wednesday at noon. Some of the drummers he bumped into on his travels told him about the pastor’s hospitality towards traveling musicians. Offering free lunch in the fellowship hall after noon prayer, breakfast and dinner on Sundays, providing information on where the sundown towns were and finally letting any musicians stay up to a month in the guest rooms in the basement of the church. If they promise to perform for every Sunday of their stay.
It was a deal that Sammie desperately needed, the car was in need of repairs and Sammie was in need of money, hot meals and a bed to replenish himself. Possibly a medicine woman to make a salve to further heal his aching scars. Possible some pussy. So here he was, him and his guitar slipping into the back of the sanctuary as noon prayer starts with a reciting of the Psalm 23.
Sammie bows his head as he recites but also scoops out the room and its people in a way that would make Smoke proud. The church was decently big, could pack about 300 holly-rollers plus a full pulpit and band at a time, warm tan wood and blue-green stain glass everywhere. About 40 people were in attendance for this noon prayer, mostly maids, typists, and warehouse men on their lunch breaks.
Sammie spots the pastor and first lady instantly by the way they hold themselves at the front of the church, leading the scripture. The pastor here is the opposite of Sammie’s father, he’s a bald cinnamon skinned man with a tall bulky frame like John Henry’s. He's dressed casually in brown slacks and a light green button down with a corresponding jacket. On her knees at a prayer bench to the right of the man was his wife. She’s an ample shaped older woman with soft deep brown skin in a long sage green dress and cream cardigan her gold cross necklace gleaming on her neck as she deeply prayed with an oiled prayer cloth between her hands.
However, who truly caught Sammie's eye, was the figure to the left of the two. A young woman ‘bout the same age as Sammie stands proudly even with a bowed head that has her ribbon coils falling like a curtain over her face. Her body is greatly blessed, every curve filled perfectly even through her long denim dress. Lips thick and pretty with burgundy lipstick as they curse the devil, skin a perfect blend of browns and gleaming in the sun through the windows. She suddenly shakes her coils back and her eyes open, they are dark and lovely fox-like eyes.
And they look right into Sammie. Sammie nods at the little gapped-tooth smirk she sent him, they’ve recognized each other instantly.
Gotta be a preacher’s kid thing.
With his belly full off a pork chop sandwich and bowl of greens, Sammie stands at the front of the empty sanctuary. In front of him sits Pastor Curtis, First Lady Irene, and their lovely eldest child, Sabel, waiting as Sammie tunes his guitar before going into his rendition of This Little Light of Mine. Pastor Curtis nods along with closed eyes. First Lady Irene sways in spirit with clasped hands.
And Sabel, the young woman that made sure he was first plate? She’s eyeing Preacher Boy down, from his scared yet handsome face to his broadening shoulders and finally studying how his skilled hands drew a song on the guitar stings. Sammie raises an eyebrow that promises to play a song outta her too. Once he ends his performance Curtis gives a single strong clap that echoes like thunder through the high ceilings as he stands with a pleased grin.
“That was beautiful Sammuel! We’d be blessed to have you play during your stay here, been a year or two since we’ve hadda guitar man bring his praise. My darlin’ Sabel here is the head of YWPP and our youth hospitality board. She can show you to the guest room downstairs and tell ya a few places for colored folks round here that you can explore or shop at. Our choir meets every Thursday and Friday at five, you be there, get acquainted with Mother Opal, she's our beloved church mother and our Music director.” Curtis explains.
Sammie nods along, smiling when he is supposed too, giving firm handshakes and showing off his bible knowledge when he is supposed too. All his years of placating his father and studying Stack’s slickness made Sammie prime to impress.
Curtis and Irene leave to get back to their day jobs as school teachers and Sabel leads Sammie to the guest rooms. Back down the stairs to the basement level, through the fellowship hall and into a short hall that holds a bathroom and two bedrooms. Sammie hums at his humble abode for the next few weeks; a stripped twin bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a fan, two chairs and a mirror.
Sabel marches straight over to the desk and turns the fan on, she fake fans herself, gives a small sorry about how stuffy the room must be that leads into the excuse for her to pop the first two buttons of her dress open
“Go on and set your stuff down while I getcha some sheets on this bed. Get comftable” Sabel tells him as she comes back to him with switching hips. Sammie does as such, setting his guitar case on the desk before sitting on the chair. He takes off his jacket and vest as he watches Sabel bend down to the bottom of the wardrobe, ass poking as her sweet voice drifts out.
“So, you’re this Preacher Boy they’ve been raving about lately.” She says, Sammie gives a startled blink.
“Ya’ll don’ heard ‘bout me way ova here, already?” Sammie asks and Sabel nods as she stands and plops a set of white sheets and a pillow on the bed
“Sure have, well- I have atleast. Some Little Rock blowers raved ‘boutcha two weeks ago. They said the roof may as well been on fire. You play background before?” Sabel asks and Sammie nods. It’s been two years since he’s left Clarksdale and all he’d done was scrap by playing clubs to network and picking up one-time sessions at random studios for handfuls of dollars.
“I’ve jammed with a few. Went back and forth with T-Bone Walker a few months ago.” Sammie drops and it makes Sabel snap-n-point at him.
“In Memphis?”
Sammie nods and Sabel hums, hitting a sweet note of intrigue.
“Me and my girls had a listening party on you! I think.”
“You wanna hear something live?” Sammie offers as she pulls on sheets and goes to fluff the pillow out. Sabel hums as she plops down on his bed letting her legs spread, dress hiking to show off her thick mile-long legs.
“Tommorrow, after choir practice ends around seven. Me, Erza, Charles and Deet is going to wander on Vine street. I think that’s when I’d lika listen to something that ain’t a hymn.” Sabel stands, strutting forward to Sammie who automatically accommodates her to stand between his legs.
Her soft hands cup his cheek as she ‘inspects’ him, Sammie is bold enough to place his hands on her hips and she hums again.
“I can already see.” She starts, her hands gliding down the sides of his neck as presses forward another step. Sabel loops them around the back of it and presses her chest in his face. Sammie eyes down her hidden breast feeling up her solid waist so he can thumb the swell of them before meeting her lusty eyes again. “I can see you've been travelin’ Mister Moore. It’s my duty as hospitality head to ensure that chu Go on and relax for the evening."
Sammie licks his lips, she brings a scripture to his mind as he kisses the top of her breast, dragging his hand down to loosen more buttons so her tiddies spill out into his hands. Her dress is almost completely undone. Sabel’s breath hitches as he squeezes, bites, then recites
“How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! Thy stature is lika palm tree, and thy breasts the clusters of its fruits.
I said, I will go up the palm tree, I will take hold of the bouts there: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,
and the smell of thy breath like apples; And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.”
Sammie quotes, taking his time to lick the taste of shea butter off her breast, take in the smell of rose and kiss hickey on them as he gropes her. Sabel moans out at his quick work to get her wet, Sammie bucks back in the chair when Sabel reaches down and palms his dick with a tender hand.
“Songs of Solomon. Forth song?” she pants. Sammie surges to a stand and kisses her, Sabel licks in his mouth and the two young adults smack deeply, tasting each other.
“Seventh” Sammie corrects her when they break apart for air. He bites his lip as Sabel starts to kiss hickeys into his neck now as she works his belt open.
“Think imma have to study that book again. Gonna be my partner for it?” She asks him as she drags Sammie by the belt towards the half made bed. Sabel takes a seat on its edge and Sammie lets his pants fully drop and dick spring forward. The fat head is already tapping Sabel’s wet burgundy lips, she gives it a shallow kiss as she grasps Sammie’s hip for purchase.
Her other hand wraps around his base, thumb sliding up and down between his heavy balls. Preacher Boy’s grunts while his hand gathers all her ribbon coils into a ponytail at her crown, arching her head back a tad.
Sammie needs to see this worship happen. He needs to see his dick disappear down her throat. He needs to see the tears from the choking as her cheeks hollow and puff. He needs to see the drool spills down his legs to her lap as she slurps, he needs to meet her fucking eyes.
“Ain’t yo daddy the pastor?” he scolds her and Sabel pouts, eyes full of challenge and mirth.
Sammie makes his dick jump and those thick lips kiss his head again. It prompts Sabel to lick down the seam of his shaft. She whimpers out a moan when Sammie twists his grip tighter in her hair. Sabel’s legs squirm together as west arousal blossoms between them when Sammie grabs at her breast again with his empty hand.
“Ahh, ah!” She squeaks when he teases her nipple hard before pressing it in with his thumb and teases slowly once more.
“I’ve never had a guitar man down my throat before, all y'all this thick? Don’t know if I can take that.” she admits and Sammie gives a deep chuckle.
“You got three weeks to find that out…. Fuck!” Sammie grunts then hisses out when Sable puts the whole head in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his dick’s head until her chin is damp with spit before swallowing him down inch-by-inch until all seven inches of Sammie is in her mouth.
It hits the back of her throat pointedly causing a wet choke. Both shutter as she gulps deeply, Sammie flick her nipple and she gag hasher before moaning. Sammie watches with reverence as Sabel pulls off him half way before swallowing back down, choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Choke-gulp-gag, again. Lipstick kissed to his pelvis.
Sammie is pateince until she’s eased herself into bodding on him before he starts to fuck her mouth. He alters between easing his grip then twisting tight again as he trusts over her tongue. Sabel ends up rubbing the sloppy top drool down over his balls as he uses her hand for assistance. Both are moaning over the fulfillment of their lusty actions, Sabel's eyes are thin slits glisten with sinful tears and full of pleasure. Sammie can see her legs press and squirm, begging for friction to pair with the neediness that the velvet of him in her mouth has caused to ache in her pussy.
“Keep goin’, keep goin’ baby. Ya swallow this dick so good, we gonna get ya cooze tended tah.” Sammie grunts out and that makes her moan more and her eyes roll back. Sabel lets Sammie lead the pace now. Her mouth is nothing but a hole to him.Sabel locks back in when Sammie’s bucking starts to falter, she gazes forward as his core flexes with building orgasm.
Grasping both his hips and holding still, her tongue wags on the underside of his shaft before slowly pulling back as she sucks then slowly swallows back down him. Sabel does it three more times before Sammie comes with heavenly shouting, both hands holding her down as he shoots a thick load down her throat.
Sabel chokes as she tries to keep up with swallowing his nut, but it too much. She looks up at Sammie through teary lashes as cum leaks out the sides of her mouth in thick trails of saliva around his shaft from her puffy cheeks. All of it splatter down her chest.
“Ya mouth’s God’s gift to earth.” Sammie groans out his dick jumps one last time as she gulps around him before pulling back. Sammie watches in awe as she licks up what was left of his nut of her lips before she leans back to rest on her arms. Her wet and cum-stained chest heaving as she watches Sammie say fuck it and take his shirt off. Admiring his strong-lean body built by field-work and delta dirt.
“It goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding over lips and teeth. I am my beloved's. And his desire is for me.” Sabel finally pants out. “Chaper 7, verse 9 though 10” Sabel recites with a cum-drunk smile at him. Sammie chuckles at that with a shake of his head.
Sabel watches him with wide eyes as Sammie sinks down to his knees and bust through the rest of her buttons. Leaving her denim dress wide open pussy exposed to the fan-chilled air then warmed by Sammie mouth placing a big kiss over her dripping slit.
“Preacher Boy! Preacher Boy, whatcha doin?!” Sable cries out when her heavy leg is effortlessly put on his shoulder, held tight so Sammie can drive in a bit further.
“Something only guitar men do. Relax, darlin’ don’t run from this.”
Sabel lets out a loud deep needy moan, hand fisting the loose sheet and calls to God go out as Sammie’s tongue licks up her pussy-fold to seek her button. Her leg shakes, tightening on him once he finds it and starts to do the signature Moore Man trick taught to him by Stack. Sabel jumps with a whine as Sammie chuckle vibrates her this time before he holds her thighs apart so he can have room to eat.
A/N: I. AM. ALIVE!!!!🗣️🗣️🗣️ Thank yall so much for your patience during my hiatus. Learning how to juggle my hobby and my job had been tough but I wanna let y'all know Sinner is still on my mind. Part 2 to Canary in the Coal Mine will come out later this weekend. This fic however is a special request from this anon!
I hope yall like it! 😁😁😁
Smut warnings: Virgin! Annie, First time, overstimulation
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Things get steamy between our young couple Smoke and Annie after a rain storm chases them to their special spot in the barn loft. Just what do they get in to after drink through half a bottle of wine?
Rain pelts a heavy rhythm outside as Annie hums contently while listening to Smoke play the harmonica. The hums stir the strings of Annie’s spirit as he plays so smoothly, her fingers thread through his curls to massage his crown in response. The bottle of Taylor Port that Bo gifted them for their third anniversary sits half-drank next to Annie’s hip.
The buzz of wine, the hum of her man, the warmth of their bodies pressed together in the soft light of the lanterns and warming stove of the barn loft; the pinnacle of a sweet tea romance.
However, one key detail of their situation makes a certain need start to build within Annie.
A need for something more than just filthy teases, sloppy kisses and grasping handfuls of one another that the two usually stick too. It’s actions that appease the part of Annie that still wants to follow the codes set forth by her grandmother when she finally approved of Smoke.
In an effort to beat the a grand fall rainstorm predicted to last well into the night, the two got caught in the initial pour down of it. The heavy wet cotton and denim the couple wore held the wetness tight to their skin, had them shivering even in the warming stove's range of heat. It was Annie that suggested they strip and dry their clothes by the stove as they drink. Smoke then offered to cuddle with her on the bed - a thin mattress made plush by the pillows and quilts that had accumulated over the last few years of their relationship.
Annie feels reckless and bold in a new way being laid out in front of Smoke, half dressed in just her satin slip and stockings. Annie had giggled when Smoke stopped mid sentence at the beauty of her breasts, hard nipples poking through the white fabric at him. Annie was equally impressed, made mute by the thick print of Smoke’s dick in his drawls how it lead up to the display of his toned stomach and chest.
Now here they are, laid out in a buzz and Annie’s pussy was starting to throb just looking at her man and feeling his music.
Smoke can smell her, it made his dick ache. It was crazy how Annie enveloped everything about and around Smoke, yet she was still just outta reach. At this point, Smoke is a little more confident in the fact that he can usually hold out until he’s taking a cold shower back home to air out the sexual frustrations of his girlfriend's chastity.
But God, this Taylor Port was a filthy talking devil on his shoulder. Based on the smell of her coupled with her warm soft skin Smoke decided he just needs one taste. A little one, not even a gulp or sip, just a lick could satisfy him at this point.
Annie quirks her eyebrow when Smoke stops playing and tilts his head in towards her lap, his nose pressing on top of her stocking covered thigh. Annie coyly giggles when Smoke takes in a hard breath to get a proper take of her scent. Sweet clove and roses, the musk of need. Fuck nicotine, fuck air, Smoke needs Annie in his lungs.
Smoke fully rolls over so his head is complete face down in her lap. Pecking his lips over the thin carmel colored threads of her pesky stockings to get a taste of her skin. Annie yanks away the edge of her slip and gasps at the sight of her man as Smoke starts to kiss hickies into her skin jus to ease the bruise with a pressing lick.
“Elijah!” Annie scolds, her voice low and velvet as her pussy drips wetter at the look of him this…sweet, this..... desperate. He shoves his face right into the inner seam of the stockings and takes another deep whiff of her pussy. Smoke nips at her, making Annie jerk a little as his teeth gaze the inside of her knee and the groan he lets out rumbles over her. Smoke finally looks up at Annie through his lashes with blown out eyes full of dangerous promise.
The cold puff of Smoke’s breath over Annie’s wet slit makes the young woman shiver. Her legs squeeze closed and end up trapping Smoke’s chin in a tilt, forcing him to drill that lustful look even deeper into Annie. Annie studies him back, she brushes some lint off the side of his head from the quilt grins as she tugs his ear. Smoke smacks his lips and tries to pry her thighs apart so he can bury into her but is stopped by her legs pressing together tightly then antagonized by Annie's giggles.
“Ann, please. You smell so damn good baby, pussy callin me.” Smoke pleads as he kisses the crease where the plush of her belly and her thick hips meet. He licks through it, teeth gently grazing her stomach before he starts to kiss up her curves next. He braces himself with one hand as the other cuffs the back of Annie’s knees and starts to massage the sensitive skin on the back of it. Annie gives a whiny sigh as she lets him bend and relax her thighs open again.
Annie bites her lip in hard at the sight of him. May her Foremothers bless her, Annie had no idea what to do with her fucking hands! They just strangle further into bunching her slip up so she can watch Smoke’s steady kisses crawl up her body. Over her hips. The middle of her waist. Under each breast swell. The trek of Smoke’s mouth leaves Annie biting her slips to muffle little moans.
“Damn it!” She whispers when Smoke sucks her nipple hard then flicks it rapidly with his tongue.
Annie arches her head back as Amoke comes to the soft column of her throat pecking over her pulse point, another warmth blooms inside her at Smoke’s tender actions. His knee is properly between her lap to keep her legs apart now. His eyes roll when Annie thrust down on his cool bare skin and he can feel that dampness his kisses had coaxed out of her on his thigh. Smoke’s lips ride over the movement of Annie’s moan on her delicious throat.
“Annie. Please, just one taste of ya. Just let me getta lick in, woman!” he pleads of her as he helps Annie free herself of her pesky slip. Smoke chuckles when Annie forces their hands to thread into one another and he goes back to his task of marking every inch of her rich brown skin with his lips and teeth.
“Whatchu know ‘bout lickin’? I ain’t no scoop of butter pecan.” She taunts breathlessly and Smoke playfully bites her ear lobe at the remark.
“You betta than that too sweet bullshit that melts too easy. Yo' pussy feeds like a meal, got my mouth waterin'." Smoke insists. Annie hums and finally she regains control of her hand to bring Smoke’s face into hers. The two kiss into one another, tongues pressing, teeth catching, as their noses rub past one another in effort to find a deeper taste.
Both crave it. Heavy.
Yet.
Annie pulls back first, Smoke hovers over her feeling her uneasy apprehension in that moment. His eyes drill the question, “Are you okay?” into her soul. Annie licks her lips as she reads it.
She turns her head away but finds that Smoke just tilts his head to follow, those black-brown of his chasing for the gaze of Annie’s doe eyes. It would be easier to just close her eyes but Annie can’t stop looking at Smoke with all this eagerness. He needs her answer for this pause and she'll always answer his call.
“Am I the first you’ve ever tasted? Am I your first in all of it, if we do this?” Annie finally asks and Smoke blinks. The nineteen year old resettles himself so he’s right next to Annie then pulls her into his lap. Smoke rests his on Annie's shoulder so his mouth is right next to her ear, his arms slip around the front of her and presses Annie so close she swears she’s inside Elijah’s ribs.
“You worried I don’t know what I’m doin’? I won’t leave ya unsatisfied baby. I promise that.” Smoke offers. Annie shakes her head slightly and turns enough so they're face to face.
“I don’t care about how it is, because ain’t nothing wrong wit learnin’. I don't even know what my coozs likes yet. I just wanna know if I’m the first to have you, all of you. Because you’ll be the first person to ever have me. All of me.” Annie tells him. Smoke hums in deep thought.
“ I got some experience with my hands up a skirt. I know where to put 'em in, how to coach a flood outta ya worse than a hurricane. Let Rita jack on me one time cause we was all drunk atta barn party. That was well fo' we got together. Dat’s all.” Smoke tells her honestly. He kisses her temple while Annie smacks her lips, rolling her eyes as eh crosses her arms.
“That bitch! Imma make her hair fall out. Knew that huss was lookin' too deep atcha when we was at the horse races. Eyes all up on my man like I ain’t under his arm, fucking heifer.” Annie grumbles. Smoke cackles at Annie's jealous rant and kisses her pout away with a cheeky grin.
“Just know this woman, I’m all yours. Just like yous all mines.” Smoke affirms her and now it’s Annie turn to hum in thought.
“Mines?”
“Yours.”
Annie sits up and turns. Smoke follows her lead in helping her straddle him. Annie grasps the side of his neck and rubs her thumb over his juggler feeling his pulse rush blood all around in repsoe to her touch.
“Mines?” she whispers again. Smokes gives her a sweet peck on the lips before nodding slightly again.
“Yours.”
“Mines?” Annie asks as her hands trails down his throat to press her fingertips over his heart. Smoke puts his hand over hers and presses her deeper into his skin. Both of them feel his heartbeat bounce on her hand.
“Yours.”
“Mines.” Annie states as drags that hand down and palms his half-hard dick. Lightly squeezing as she declares, a giddy lust fills her when Smoke’s eyes roll back and he groans.
“Fuck, Ann.”
“Mine?” Annie asks with a harder squeeze this time, slowly stroking him up and down. More out of curiosity than teasing, because, well... Annie was a virgin. Outside of an anatomy book at school she’s never seen or felt a man like this, and here was Smoke with his perfect shaft. It was heavy velvet through his drawls, and Annie’s mouth waters with a new hunger she's never experienced.
“Nawl, I’m first. Can’t have you doin’ all the work and you don’t know nuthin’. That's rude.” Smoke tells her. Annie goes to pout, argue even, but it’s interrupted by him licking into her mouth. With that special quiet way of his it pulls a deep moaning kiss out of her. Annie lets him ease her back until she sit on the mattress with her legs crossed under her.
Annie’s breath hitches at the predator’s look Smoke drills into as he crawls closer just to loom over and kiss her cheek.
“ We gonna go easy,” Smoke whispers into her ear, ”Now open dem legs.”
Annie does as he commands. Her eyes go wide as Smoke cuffs her hips then takes off her stockings in two smooth pulls.
“I-I coulda-”
“This ain’t ‘bout the work you can do Annie. This is about the work imma put on ya. Now relax back.” he tells her. Annie bites her lip as she glares at him, the need to banter pulls in her throat but the sight of Smoke licking his thumb wet then pressing it over her clit shuts her up.
She relaxes back with a jerky sigh while Smoke starts to tenderly circle the sensitive bud as he sinks down until his face between her legs. Annie squirms for a moment when he stops stoking her so he can grasp her hips for leverage for his next action.
“There ya go baby, just let me get a drink before ya get this dick.” Smoke tells her pussy. He chuckles he uses his hands to keep Annie’s thighs apart when she tries to squeeze his head again.
“Easy.” Annie puffs, then jumps a little when Smoke’s stubble scratches her thighs as he nods.
“Easy.” he reaffirms before licking her slit in one long drag that gathers the starting drips he’d been coaxing out of her.
“Oh!” Annie whispers loudly at the new sensation, that was so different. More pleasing then her own hands and some ice cubes. Smokes does it again, smirking as he fight her thighs trying to close him in again.
“Gotta keep em open baby, ya want me here.” He tells her. He licks the sweet taste of Annie over his lips and groans. Fuck a cigarette, he’s got a new addiction. Smoke gives her one more warning lick before slipping his tongue in between the wet folds of Annie's pussy.
“Ah, fuck! Elijah!” Annie gasps at talent of his tongue, she hums out moans as Smoke tongue feverishly fucks into her. Each fold, her tight entrance, the plumpness of her pussy itself, all of it get the promise of being devoured.
“Oluwa!” Annie shouts when his tongue flicks her clit just twice before he sucking that bud and pulling a flood out of his woman. Her legs shake around and fighting got him to get in closer as much as pushing away how it overwhelmed her with new feelings. It makes Annie's core tighten even more to witness Smoke fight her down with ease and further drilling that gifted tongue of his into her.
Annie fully lays back, propped up by the bundled blankets. One hand get a fist full of cloth while the other grips tightly onto the back of Smoke’s head. His grunt of painful pleasure at her grip in his curls the hum over her pussy sending Annie writhing. Smoke further his pursuits in eating Annie out to his heart content.
“Do mi, Do mi! Eli- Eli-jahh, ahh! Ah fuck!” Annie cusses though crying moans as she squirt uncontrollably when his tongue swirls her clit then plunges right into her entrance, drags back up to swirl again.
Smoke is enraptured by her taste, her squirming legs, the slick wetness coming down over his chin and making his dick achy. God everything about Annie in this moment makes Smoke’s dick jump in his drawls.
He turns it up, he needs to stretch her out now.
Annie’s chest rises up and down dramatically as she watches Smoke sit up. It's maddening to see, his mouth, chin, and chest are glisten wet with juices like he was still standing int he rain. He stares her down, making sure Annie watches as he wipes his face, leaving his hand wet with her before placing his pointer and middle finger in his own mouth. Annie watches in awe as Smoke gets them wet in the mix of his own salvia and her juices before circling them over her puffy clit.
“You know how you taste baby?” He rumbles. Annie barely gets a chance to shake her head before Smoke is pressed on top of her. He kisses her deeply as he slips his fingers inside her.
He eats the gasping moan Annie releases, grunting as she sinks her nails into his upper arms at the action. Their kiss is messy, loud, flavorful.
At the same time.
Slowly. In and Out. In and Out.
Two fingers into her entrance, slick thumb coaxing her clit.
Smoke's hand and wrist dripping and a coil starts to tighten in deep in a new place within Annie’s gut. Annie can’t barely kiss back, just pant and moan into his mouth. Smoke pulls his face back a bit so he can watch the look on her face as Annie's breath hitches.
“You here? You gotta stay here baby, you ain’t even got this dick in ya yet.” he tells her. Annie swallows, her hands move from his upper arms to either side of his neck. It is Smoke turn to be putty at the sweet pressure she applies unintentionally. Annie looks surprised for a moment as his eyes rolls he leans on her stiff hands. before her eyes Smoke was now under her will.
Does he like that? Does he knows he likes that?
Annie smirks and goes to do it again but Smoke forces another kiss between the two to dispel her. She laughs for only a second before Smoke rubs a circle around her clit once more and now she’s moaning in his face again.
“Tell me how ya taste.” Smoke whispers with a raspy in her ear as he uses one hand to roughly half pull his boxer down and lube his dick with the hand Annie’s made slick.
“I-I- I don’t-know.” Annie whispers. Smoke kisses her again, dragging his tongue all over hers with sharp intention.
“Try again. How do you taste?” Smoke asks of her as he lines his dick up. Both of them jerk with shaky breath as he teases the tip though her slit.
“O dara!” Annie growls out.
“Good. Now take a deep breath wit me.”
“Elijah…. I-I… Can I do this?”
“Yes ya can Ann. You want it?”
Annie wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him so his head nearly rests on her shoulder. Smoke's words echo in her ears as she takes a deep breath of him.
His rich scent of tobacco, cedar and wine fills her nose. His warm skin and heavy body presses her sense of touch. The taste of both of them is the only thing she tastes. And his eyes, so deep and dark with love for her, are the only thing that fill Annie’s vision. It fills her with comfort.
It fills her with need.
“I want it.” she whimpers.
“Then you gotta breathe with me baby. Cause I’m going in."
They both take a breath, then let it out as he sinks the tip in until it taps against her entrance.
They take another breath together.
When they let it out, Smoke slowly and tenderly thrusts into Annie.
“Oluwa! Oh my, Elijah! E-”
“God, you’re so damn tight Annie.”
They both hissed out together.
Slowly, with tender care Smoke keeps sinking into Annie. Let her adjust to each inch with a deep moan. They both grunt when he’s finally in all the way. Annie shakes with a whine of overwhelm as he gently drags back then thrust back in making her cry out and drive her nails into his back.
“Good girl. You got this baby, you takin ya dick so good fo’ me.” Smoke praises her, barely holding himself back. He drags out slowly, thrust in.
Slowly. In and Out. In and Out.
Annie cries out and slaps his back.
“Fuck me!” Annie demands with a squeak, making Smoke chuckle and starts at a quick and steady pace. The wood of the loft creaks under them as the rain intensifies. Exchanging breath as the fall to lust. Blankets and pillows rustle as they fall off the bed at their movements.
Smoke grabs Annie’s leg and curl it around his hip , the new angle lets him push deeper into her. Annie's hold around his upper-half tightens in time with that coil in her gut winds up tighter. Annie’s dainty and needy short moan in his ear spur Smoke on even more. His hips buck so that the slap of their skin echoes now. Annie tingly all over, lightheaded, too hot, nerves alive in a brand new way that so scary yet so right.
Only Elijah could do this to her.
“I-I I’m so close ba- fuck! I’m cu-” Annie admits.
“Cum on this dick baby. Let my pussy do what she gotta do. Let it go for me, you can do it. Let me help ya do it." Smoke encourages her as he feels his own nut coming on.
Smoke holds back from wanting to speed up, instead focus on the blown out look in Annie’s eyes. Shit! He can't fuck up the pace that was treating her so rightly. He's gotta make sure his woman's first time is just right, he has to make this perfect.
“Elijah!” Annie screams to the rainy roof and Smoke growls as her legs clamp around him. Her orgasm has him locked in into her fluttering pussy as she shakes through the stars exploding inside her.
Crying his name and to her ancestors Annie pulls him down onto her and their lips crash together, noses sliding over once another. Smoke keeps half-thrusting to help Annie ride through her first orgasm not caused by her own hand. Tears leak out her eyes smearing on both of their faces
“Oh my Annie. Ya look so fucking beautiful.” he tells her in a croaky whisper. Annie whimpers back as Smoke kisses the tears off her cheek. He get two more full thrust before Annie is shaking her head and lightly pushes at his shoulders.
“Easy… too much.. Oh! Oluwa.” Annie breaths out. Smoke swallow because the relief of his ache was right there.
But that's His Annie right there, and she had had enough.
Smoke kisses her shoulder and holds her hips before fully pulling out of her. Annie gasps with a shiver at the loss of Smoke inside of her, she watches as he rolls to the side of her with his dick jumping as it throbs, glistening from the love they just made.
Annie slowly curls on to her side, head to his shoulder as she watches Smoke grasp his shaft and strokes it to finish off. Smoke grunts as he handles himself, getting three slick pumps in before Annie places her hand on his hip. Smoke licks his lips then groans as she slides her hand onto the V on lap to softly grip the base of his shaft. He turns his head to see a look of awe and lust on his woman’s face. To see she was drooling as she watched him stoke it.
“Annie.” he warns as she starts to follow the lead of his hand.
“Let me take care of that dick baby. Don’t it belong to me?” Annie tells him.
“You gonna kill me woman.” Smoke groans as Annie fully takes over with finishing him up with a hand-job. Annie makes quick work of him, Smoke shouts as he cums all over her hand, leaving it sticky and him panting.
Annie brings her hand up to her face, looking over it with fascination before licking his nut off herself. Smoke can’t help but shake his head in awed disbelief at her, Annie moan over the taste of him on her fingers. With a loud plop of her thumb out her mouth Annie grins at him, she leans in and kisses the side of his mouth.
“Do you know how ya taste?” Annie asks him this time. Smoke just chuckles, turns to the side and captures her lips in a sloppy kiss.
Annie takes the reader out with her shopping and learns that you have no clue about how to run a Moore man's pockets. In teaching you the way to demanding your worth, she also sends a clear message to her brother-in-law: Don't get out bid
Modern Day Au, Sugarbaby! Annie, Sugarbaby! reader, Dom! Annie
“ Oh I don’t know Annie. This bag is 600 dollars! I can’t get it.” you say sadly as you admire the Chocolate Leather Telfar calling your name. Annie looks up abruptly from the rack of coats she was examining to level you with a look of shock and awe. Annie had taken you and with her to her favorite private boutiques after Pearline had to cancel on her.
You’d been so excited, ever since you started dating Stack 11 months ago Annie has been so nice and welcoming to you at any gathering the twins and Bo hosted. This was the first time it was just an outing of the two of you and now you had to reveal how… lacking… your wallet was compared to hers. You had got away with the french tip mani and pedi’s but dropping 600 dollars on a Telfar on a random Thursday wasn’t something your wallet could do. This was also just you and Annie's first shopping stop of the afternoon and you finally had to admit financial defeat.
“Girl! Whatchu mean you can’t get it? It’s just six. It’s lunch money.” Annie says and you feel hot embarrassment under your skin.
“I just don’t have it Annie. Shit, I’m sorry I shou- aht aht! I don’t wanna hear that from you! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, because I know for a fact that Stack has it. Just sent him a picture of you looking cute with it, then boom, you got the money for it. Shit, if you look real good, probably more. The brothers are easy like that.” Annie says nonchalantly and your jaw drops.
“Huh?”
Annie eyes you with concern now, like you had bumped your head and was talking gibberish. “You mean to tell me that Elias ain’t in your pocket by now? He’s a 50/50 nigga?”
“What? No, no! He’s not, he always pays for our dates, he's never seen my wallet or he prepays before we do something. We always go grocery shopping together and he swipes his card when I put the bags in the cart. I…. I guess, uh.. I-I don’t know. But! No way am I having him drop 600 on a bag…even though.. Well.” You ramble off into nervous silence at the deadpan look Annie was now casting over you.
“Yeah?”
“You got Apple Pay or Cashapp?” Annie says gently after melting a bit at your discomfort. Wow, you really had no idea.
“Is Stack a gold man or a silver man?” Annie asks next. You think back for a moment, Stack definitely likes his gold, you even had on one of his gold chains he gifted you under your shirt.
“Gold.” you say, Annie nods then waves you over to the racks. "It's good that you know that, now pick a coat.” She directs you. You swallow and back away from the bag that begged you to pick it up, Annie points at it and you grab it before joining her at the rack.
“Find one that matches it while I holla at Rochelle.” Annie commands you softly making you sigh as she saunters off with her collection of coats. You scan through the coat pretending to not see the increasing price tag until you spot a beautiful calf length mahogany mink coat that went perfect with the bag.
“Uhm.. I got it!” You call throughout the store. Annie appears at the doorway of the large private room in the back and waves you over again. Once you arrive and close the door behind you, you gasp to find Annie dressed in the floor-length white and gray lynx coat she was eyeing earlier.
“Tell Rochelle your size and she can hook you up with a set. You’re with a Moore man now, girl. Men like that have too much money in they damn pocket and they make it our job to drain it so they can make some more. How much was the bag and coat?” Annie advises. You swallow as you trail your eyes up and down the beautiful woman.
Only that lynx coat. The only other thing on her body was a silver and diamond jewelry set and a white lacy lingerie set. Annie nods over at Rochelle who was flickering through sets of lingerie next to a locked glass case of jewelry.
“Uhmm.. 600 hundred on the bag, the coat is over 4,000$ dollars.” you say and Annie hums in thought.
“It’s a good start. Rocki, make sure whatever she gets is over 3000 dollars. You and Stack ain’t got kids, you can play around a bit more.” Annie says. You shake your head in disbelief but go over to the dainty dark skinned woman and get dressed.
Annie watches from her chair, drinking a lovely glass of chardonnay as you open the curtain to the dressing area to reveal yourself. Rochelle dressed you in a brown nude set with crystals the only thing to hide your nipples and pussy from view. A 3 layer set of gold chains around your neck, gold rings on every finger and diamond hoops. A pair of dark brown Throne Mink pumps on your feet and the mink coat on your body.
Annie hums as it's her turn to eye you down, checking out your smooth skin shining with shimmer body oil. Your tiddies sitting pretty as fuck surrounded by gold and your french curl braids all pinned into a high pony tail with one piece down and framing the side of your face. Annie rubs her thick thigh before beconing you over to come and sit on it.
A giddiness you can’t explain fills you at her dominating gesture as you click over and do as such. Annie nods her approval when you sit, she hands you the glass she was drinking on then fills it again before taking a swing from the bottle.
“Take your drink, girl.” Annie says and you feel a coil of arousal in your gut and do as such again. Annie takes another pull off the bottle as her free hand rubs up your back with nails grazing the back of your neck before playing into the bottom curls. She licks her lips and you watch her tongue before it speaks wisdom.
“Does Stack like your hair up in a ponytail?”
“I think so…”
“You think so?”
“All the pictures with his ex have her hair up in a ponytail. Stack paid for it for my birthday.” you say and Annie shakes her head as she pinches your chin between her thumb and pointer.
“That’s Mary, yous Y/n. Ya look real pretty wit it down.” Annie says as she reaches back and releases the tension. Your braids cascade down to their length around your lower back. Annie smiles as she tucks the framing braid behind your ear.
“Red. Any shade but I really like it when I have pink tips.” you tell her as your hand brushes her knee and Annie hums.
“There. That’s better. So tell me what you know about what Stack likes.” Annie asks as she hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, nails dragging up and down your soft skin in a way that makes you shiver. You drink down half of your glass in sexual nervousness and Annie giggles at it as she places a hand on its rim to stop you. You accidentally kiss her finger, tasting rose, and you hitch back so you don’t put it in your mouth. Wine hitting you like a mack truck, fuck, were your really about to fuck on your sister-in-law?
“Go on and tell me,” Annie encourages, “I’ll tell you now. Smoke likes me in silver, crystals, and black leather. Or his favorite color. What’s Stack’s favorite color?” Annie asks, getting closer to your ear. You swallow and think back to your boyfriend's preferences.
“Is that why you got them?” Annie says and shrugs. “He’s in a better mood when I have them on, He says my hands look pretty on his dick when I get pink nails.” you inform her.
“Yet, you paid for them today?” Annie asks with a frown, she tuts when she feels your cheeks warm under her lips as she pecks your cheek.
“Yea….”
“Add it to his bill.”
“His bill?”
“Yeah his bill, Stack knows better than to let you run around here thinking you gotta pay for a damn thing. You billin’ that nigga tonight!” Annie tells you sharply with a slap to your outer thigh in her outburst that makes you gasp and clutch the edge of her coat.
“Yes ma’am!” you gasp out suddenly, then muffle yourself in shock at what the Hoodoo woman just dragged outta you. Annie presses her hand over the irritated skin and rubs making you whine. “Go on and get another drink.” she commands and you do as such before Annie takes the glass and sets it on the side table with the bottle. Once away, she slightly smacks the sore spot then holds it with a pressing grip while her other hand turns your head. You pant as she speaks and sinks into you.
“Smoke likes it when I wear blue. If I get something in blue I get a little extra. He likes it when I smell like vanilla and roses. What does Stack like you smelling like?” Annie says as she gets into the cove of your neck and takes a deep breath of you, she hums.
“Stong and floral I’m not surprised. Jasmine?’ she says and you nod.
“Yeah, it’s the last of a bottle I got before we got together. He likes to grab it and spray it on me if he stays the night.” You tell her, going shaky and airy by the end when Annie starts to kiss and suck on your neck while grasping your breast in one hand. You gasp, then moans at her talents, blinking back as you feel your pussy tingle.
You press your legs together and Annie giggles on your pulse at the action and pulls back with a teasing smile.
“Brand and price of the bottle, top of your head.” She quizzes you and you blink heavily at Annie as your right mind has to find your brain.
“Christian Dior, 200 dollars.” You say dumbly as Annie says as he moves you so you now straddle her thigh. Both of her hands on your hips as her thumbs press into the sides and her mouth goes on your cleavage, you toss your head back and sigh as you follow Annie's prompting and start to ride on her thigh.
“Good Girl. Add it to his tab. Add it all up. How much yo pussy worth, Honey Tell me all the costs.” she says as you sucks bruising hickies on your tender skin all while slick arousal drips through the sheer mesh and crystal of your panties to wet her thigh.
“I, i, uh… Fuck!” you bite out then gasp when Annie slaps your thigh.
“Count it! Start at the perfume you let the nigga use up.’
“200!”
“Nails.” Annie dips her thumb in your wine cup
“175!”
“Hair.” Annie says as she makes show of putting it in your mouth and wetting it slick with her spit. You can’t help but lick your lips back at the tease.
“400!”
“Matching set.” Annie says her hand fins hold on your inner thigh and her thumb slips in through the side of your panties. The smell of pussy hitting the air makes your both moan.
“360! Annn!” you whine as Annie’s thumb flicks through your glossy pussy lip, searching to the top of it for your pearl.
“Shoes?”
“Nuhg?” You pant out, unable to think as Annie starts to bounce you on her thigh, thickness shaking. A sharp slap of Annie’s free hand on your ass cheek brings your back and you flush at the stern look of arousal on her face.
“Focus girl, you need to be able to count and fuck or you ain’t getting shit but lunch money from ya nigga. Shoes, brand and price?”
“Ken-Kendall Mi-miles! 615!” You moan out. Annie smiles as she hears your just as she finds that button in you and starts to circle it just right.
“Keep going now, Honey. Mink coat?”
“4,000!” you cry out then ground down with a cry, tears of pleasure ruining your face when Annie smacks your ass again and her thumb flicks violently on your clit in a way that jolts you.
“Exact price! Gotta make sure your receipt is correct, girl. Mink coat?”
“Can’t cum until the count is finished, Honey. How much that bag you want, Honey?” Annie starts to pump her thumb into all the while guiding your hips with her free hand.
“4,879! Fuck, I finna cum Ann!” you cry out with a deep whimper as you collapse in on her. Annie laughs as you clutch around her shoulder and your whimpers fill her ear. Still your ride, groaning gutturally as she slips her thumb down and sinks it into your pussy properly. You gasp sharply at the full fill, but Annie shakes her head
“Nuh, Uh… fuck! Six…six, fuck Annie please, I-”
SMACK!
“600!” you yell out finally head landing on her shoulder and Annie nods in approval as she turns her head and brings your mouth in for a kiss. You both moan into each other's mouths as your lips smack together your tongue lazy in ecstasy as you taste the wine off Annie’s. Annie pauses in guiding your hips so her free hand drops and she properly places it in your panties.
Two fingers sink into your pussy while Annie’s thumb goes back to resting on your clit. You groan out in whiny frustration as Annie just lets her fingers sit there, no movement, just filling you, teasing you with what they could do.
“Fuck me! Fuck, Annnnnn please ma’am.. Please let me cum. I’m so close.” you pant out. Annie’s laugh rumbles through your chest and echos through your ears as your head goes fuzzy.
“Finish your count. Add it up. Let me hear ya do it. I need to know the final price.” Annie says and you curse but moan.
“200 and 175… tha-that’s-s 375.”
“Uh-huh.” Annie encourages as she starts by slowly recirculating your clit, wetting it with your slickness.
“375 an-and uhm, 400? That’s 775!” you damn near shout. Annie gently curls her fingers and hits a new spot in your that makes stars start to fall in your head and draws out whimpers from you.
“Don’t lose count now, you quiet.” Annie teases. SHe slips her thumb out from your and places it on your lips.
“Take a taste, come back to your senses and finish adding Stack’s bill.” Annie tells you. You sway your head up and go down on her thumb, licking yourself off her. Annie motions with a nods and your tilt your head up, she stretched your cheek a bit, giggles at the fucked out look in your eyes.
“Where are we at Y/n? Where’s your count?”
“775 ma’am” you mumble out around her thumb and she pops it out your mouth then puts it back down between ya’ll’s laps and on that button that had your jolt on her.
“So polite. I like that. 775 and what?” Annie says as she starts fingering you again and your shiver.
“775 and 360. It’ssss, damn.. 1,135?” you squeak, your eyes roll as Annie nods in approval and she quickens the pace, prompting you to try and bounce again. Annie giggles as your too fuck out to try, leaning into her again, you bite into her shoulder making Annie groans. She shakes her head to connect back to the task at hand.
“Nah, stop distractin’! Keep counting.” Annie says and you moan.
“6,000!”
“And? Don’t forget ya bag, Hun. That’s why we are here, Honey. I’ll let you be nice and round it up.” Annie says she pumps fast, bracing you on her as you start to shake and cum.
“Seven bands!” You cry out as your eyes roll back and come apart on Annie’s thigh, pussy squirting over both of your laps. You moans are music to Annie’s ears and your tears are sweet as she licks them off your cheek before kissing you. Annie kisses you throughout your come down, rubbing on your ass and you swear you see flashes all around you but can’t decide if it is the room or the flares of pleasure still going off in your head.
After a few minutes of settling, cool dampness settles upon you and brings you back to your right mind. You pull back and take deep breaths. Annie settles back herself, watching you come back to yourself as she rubs your back.
“Annie….”
“Double it.”
“...Wha?”
“You counted it to seven thousand. Double that, that’s what you're gonna bill Stack today. Can ya stand?” Annie says.
You swallow and give a shallow nod with a dazed glaze in your eyes. Annie shakes her head with a soft smile and holds your hip down so you wouldn’t try and stand. Annie reaches over and takes an ice cube from the bucket the wine once lived in and places it in your mouth. You look away shyly as you chew the ice down, letting it melt down your throat. You open your mouth and Annie gives you two more before you can properly nod and say, “Yes ma’am.”
Annie helps you stand, you feel like a new born horse stumbling around. Annie holds your hand and gently pulls you towards a floor-to-celing mirror lined with vanity lights. You and Annie check out one another then yourselves in the mirror. Both of your legs had extra glisten to them, the bite you gave her visible on Annie’s shoulder while the hickey rested boldly on your neck and tiddies.
“Bag.” Annie says. Rochelle emerges from behind the dressing room curtain where she waited and hands you the chocolate leather Telfar. She then hands Annie her phone and a little whiteboard with 14K written on it. Rochelle then grabs both your and Annie’s phones and motions for ya’ll to turn towards her with the mirror in the back. Annie places an arm around your back and you naturally start to pose to show off your bag and mink and matching set and jewelry. Annie can’t help but let out a giddy giggle and kiss your cheek, you’re getting it now, you’re joining the program.
“Let’s take a picture, Honey.”
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Stack sighs as locks the safe and stands, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and records last night count on the books. Smoke sets a box of new cigars to sell tonight on the table. Before Stack can ask about the sample his phone pings with your custom notification. Stack smiles at it and Smoke smirks.
Then Smoke’s phone pings with Annie’s notification. Smoke smiles, Stack smirks.
“Seems out girls are having a good day out. Y/n stays all in her shell and shit. I'm glad she’s getting out.” Stack says before he opens his messages. Smoke watches his brother's eyes go wide and mouth drop a little bit before pressing his phone to his chest and looking towards the doorway.
On his screen you posed in the lingerie and mink coat holding the bag with your pretty pink-tipped hand. Ass out, legs long and ungodly in gold shimmer and your heels. Your tiddies poked up, hair cascading down and framing your pretty face as your bite on his chain.
Sweetness🍫🤎: 14k E-man? 🥺 I really, really want to show your my new coat in person 😚
Stack swallows, he turns back so he faces the safe again so his brother doesn't see how hard he was becoming at that. Before he can formulate a response his phone pings again, a message from Annie. Stack hums curiously and goes to it.
His fucking jaw drops.
There you were riding Annie thigh, wetness on display your head tossed back in ecstasy as Annie licks the side of your neck and stares with challenge into the camera. The next was her licking tears off your fucked out face. The text message that follows has Stack whipping around to drill daggers into a smug Smoke.
Ann da Homie: Betta pay ya bill in full before I tell Smokey to put a bid on ya girl for me. 14k is well within my allowance. 😈
Annie takes the reader out with her shopping and learns that you have no clue about how to run a Moore man's pockets. In teaching you the way to demanding your worth, she also sends a clear message to her brother-in-law: Don't get out bid
Modern Day Au, Sugarbaby! Annie, Sugarbaby! reader, Dom! Annie
“ Oh I don’t know Annie. This bag is 600 dollars! I can’t get it.” you say sadly as you admire the Chocolate Leather Telfar calling your name. Annie looks up abruptly from the rack of coats she was examining to level you with a look of shock and awe. Annie had taken you and with her to her favorite private boutiques after Pearline had to cancel on her.
You’d been so excited, ever since you started dating Stack 11 months ago Annie has been so nice and welcoming to you at any gathering the twins and Bo hosted. This was the first time it was just an outing of the two of you and now you had to reveal how… lacking… your wallet was compared to hers. You had got away with the french tip mani and pedi’s but dropping 600 dollars on a Telfar on a random Thursday wasn’t something your wallet could do. This was also just you and Annie's first shopping stop of the afternoon and you finally had to admit financial defeat.
“Girl! Whatchu mean you can’t get it? It’s just six. It’s lunch money.” Annie says and you feel hot embarrassment under your skin.
“I just don’t have it Annie. Shit, I’m sorry I shou- aht aht! I don’t wanna hear that from you! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, because I know for a fact that Stack has it. Just sent him a picture of you looking cute with it, then boom, you got the money for it. Shit, if you look real good, probably more. The brothers are easy like that.” Annie says nonchalantly and your jaw drops.
“Huh?”
Annie eyes you with concern now, like you had bumped your head and was talking gibberish. “You mean to tell me that Elias ain’t in your pocket by now? He’s a 50/50 nigga?”
“What? No, no! He’s not, he always pays for our dates, he's never seen my wallet or he prepays before we do something. We always go grocery shopping together and he swipes his card when I put the bags in the cart. I…. I guess, uh.. I-I don’t know. But! No way am I having him drop 600 on a bag…even though.. Well.” You ramble off into nervous silence at the deadpan look Annie was now casting over you.
“You got Apple Pay or Cashapp?” Annie says gently after melting a bit at your discomfort. Wow, you really had no idea.
“Yeah?”
“Is Stack a gold man or a silver man?” Annie asks next. You think back for a moment, Stack definitely likes his gold, you even had on one of his gold chains he gifted you under your shirt.
“Gold.” you say, Annie nods then waves you over to the racks. "It's good that you know that, now pick a coat.” She directs you. You swallow and back away from the bag that begged you to pick it up, Annie points at it and you grab it before joining her at the rack.
“Find one that matches it while I holla at Rochelle.” Annie commands you softly making you sigh as she saunters off with her collection of coats. You scan through the coat pretending to not see the increasing price tag until you spot a beautiful calf length mahogany mink coat that went perfect with the bag.
“Uhm.. I got it!” You call throughout the store. Annie appears at the doorway of the large private room in the back and waves you over again. Once you arrive and close the door behind you, you gasp to find Annie dressed in the floor-length white and gray lynx coat she was eyeing earlier.
Only that lynx coat. The only other thing on her body was a silver and diamond jewelry set and a white lacy lingerie set. Annie nods over at Rochelle who was flickering through sets of lingerie next to a locked glass case of jewelry.
“Tell Rochelle your size and she can hook you up with a set. You’re with a Moore man now, girl. Men like that have too much money in they damn pocket and they make it our job to drain it so they can make some more. How much was the bag and coat?” Annie advises. You swallow as you trail your eyes up and down the beautiful woman.
“Uhmm.. 600 hundred on the bag, the coat is over 4,000$ dollars.” you say and Annie hums in thought.
“It’s a good start. Rocki, make sure whatever she gets is over 300 dollars. You and Stack ain’t got kids, you can play around a bit more.” Annie says. and you shake your head in disbelief but go over to the dainty dark skinned woman and get dressed.
Annie watches from her chair, drinking a lovely glass of chardonnay as you open the curtain to the dressing area to reveal yourself. Rochelle dressed you in a brown nude set with crystals the only thing to hide your nipples and pussy from view. A 3 layer set of gold chains around your neck, gold rings on every finger and diamond hoops. A pair of dark brown Throne Mink pumps on your feet and the mink coat on your body.
Annie hums as it her turn to eye you down, checking out your smooth skinned shining with shimmer body oil. You tiddies sitting pretty as fuck surrounded by gold and your french curl braids all pinned into a high pony tail with one piece down and framing the side of your face. Annie rubs her thick thigh before becoming you over to come and sit on it.
A giddiness you can’t explain fills you at her dominating gesture as you click over and do as such. Annie nods her approval as you sit, she hands you the glass she was drinking on then fills it again before taking a swing from the bottle.
“Take your drink, girl.” Annie says and you feel a coil of arousal in your gut and do as such again. Annie takes another pull off the bottle as her free hand rubs up your back with nails grazing the back of your neck before playing into the bottom curls. She licks her lips and you watch her tongue before it speaks wisdom.
“Does Stack like your hair up in a ponytail?”
“I think so…”
“You think so?”
“All the pictures with his ex have her hair up in a ponytail. Stack paid for it for my birthday.” you say and Annie shakes her head as she pinches your chin between her thumb and pointer.
“That’s Mary, yous Y/n. Ya look real pretty wit it down.” Annie says as she reaches back and releases the tension and your braids cascade down to their length around your lower back. Annie smiles as she tucks the framing braid behind your ear.
“There. That’s better. So tell me what you know about what Stack likes.” Annie asks as she hand drops from your hair to your shoulder, nails dragging up and down your soft skin in a way that makes you shiver. You drink down half of your glass in sexual nervousness and Annie giggles at it as she places a hand on its rim to stop you. You accidentally kiss her finger, tasting rose, and you hitch back so you don’t put it in your mouth. Wine hitting you like a mack truck, fuck, were your really about to fuck on your sister-in-law?
“Go on and tell me,” Annie encourages, “I’ll tell you now. Smoke likes me in silver, crystals, and black leather. Or his favorite color. What’s Stack’s favorite color?” Annie asks, getting closer to your ear. You swallow and think back to your boyfriend's preferences.
“Red. Any shade but I really like it when I have pink tips.” you tell her as your hand brushes her knee and Annie hums.
“Is that why you got them?” Annie says and shrugs. “He’s in a better mood when I have them on, He says my hands look pretty on his dick when I get pink nails.” you inform her.
“Yet, you paid for them today?” Annie asks with a frown, she tuts when she feels your cheeks warm under her lips as she pecks your cheek.
“Yea….”
“Add it to his bill.”
“His bill?”
“Yeah his bill, Stack knows better than to let you run around here thinking you gotta pay for a damn thing. You billin’ that nigga tonight!” Annie tells you sharply with a slap to your outer thigh in her outburst that makes you gasp and clutch the edge of her coat.
“Yes ma’am!” you gasp out suddenly, then muffle yourself in shock at what the Hoodoo woman just dragged outta you. Annie presses her hand over the irritated skin and rubs making your whine. “Go on and get another drink.” she commands and you do as such before Annie takes the glass and sets it on the side table with the bottle. Once away, she slightly smacks the sore spot then holds it with a pressing grip while her other hand turns your head. You pant as she speaks and sinks into you.
“Smoke likes it when I wear blue. If I get something in blue I get a little extra. He likes it when I smell like vanilla and roses. What does Stack like you smelling like?” Annie says as she gets into the cove of your neck and takes a deep breath of you, she hums.
“Stong and floral I’m not surprised. Jasmine?’ she says and you nod.
“Yeah, it’s the last of a bottle I got before we got together. He likes to grab it and spray it on me if he stays the night.” You tell her, going shaky and airy by the end when Annie starts to kiss and suck on your neck while grasping your breast in one hand. You gasp, then moans at her talents, blinking back as you feel your pussy tingle.
You press your legs together and Annie giggles on your pulse at the action and pulls back with a teasing smile.
“Brand and price of the bottle, top of your head.” She quizzes you and you blink heavily at Annie as your right mind has to find your brain.
“Christian Dior, 200 dollars.” You say dumbly as Annie says as he moves you so you now straddle her thigh. Both of her hands on your hips as her thumbs press into the sides and her mouth goes on your cleavage, you toss your head back and sigh as you follow Annie's prompting and start to ride on her thigh.
“Good Girl. Add it to his tab. Add it all up. How much yo pussy worth, Honey Tell me all the costs.” she says as you sucks bruising hickies on your tender skin all while slick arousal drips through the sheer mesh and crystal of your panties to wet her thigh.
“I, i, uh… Fuck!” you bite out then gasp when Annie slaps your thigh.
“Count it! Start at the perfume you let the nigga use up.’
“200!”
“Nails.” Annie dips her thumb in your wine cup
“175!”
“Hair.” Annie says as she makes show of putting it in your mouth and wetting it slick with her spit. You can’t help but lick your lips back at the tease.
“400!”
“Matching set.” Annie says her hand fins hold on your inner thigh and her thumb slips in through the side of your panties. The smell of pussy hitting the air makes your both moan.
“360! Annn!” you whine as Annie’s thumb flicks through your glossy pussy lip, searching to the top of it for your pearl.
“Shoes?”
“Nuhg?” You pant out, unable to think as Annie starts to bounce you on her thigh, thickness shaking. A sharp slap of Annie’s free hand on your ass cheek brings your back and you flush at the stern look of arousal on her face.
“Focus girl, you need to be able to count and fuck or you ain’t getting shit but lunch money from ya nigga. Shoes, brand and price?”
“Ken-Kendall Mi-miles! 615!” You moan out. Annie smiles as she hears your just as she finds that button in you and starts to circle it just right.
“Keep going now, Honey. Mink coat?”
“4,000!” you cry out then ground down with a cry, tears of pleasure ruining your face when Annie smacks your ass again and her thumb flicks violently on your clit in a way that jolts you.
“Exact price! Gotta make sure your receipt is correct, girl. Mink coat?”
“4,879! Fuck, I finna cum Ann!” you cry out with a deep whimper as you collapse in on her. Annie laughs as you clutch around her shoulder and your whimpers fill her ear. Still your ride, groaning gutturally as she slips her thumb down and sinks it into your pussy properly. You gasp sharply at the full fill, but Annie shakes her head
“Can’t cum until the count is finished, Honey. How much that bag you want, Honey?” Annie starts to pump her thumb into all the while guiding your hips with her free hand.
“Nuh, Uh… fuck! Six…six, fuck Annie please, I-”
SMACK!
“600!” you yell out finally head landing on her shoulder and Annie nods in approval as she turns her head and brings your mouth in for a kiss. You both moan into each other's mouths as your lips smack together your tongue lazy in ecstasy as you taste the wine off Annie’s. Annie pauses in guiding your hips so her free hand drops and she properly places it in your panties.
Two fingers sink into your pussy while Annie’s thumb goes back to resting on your clit. You groan out in whiny frustration as Annie just lets her fingers sit there, no movement, just filling you, teasing you with what they could do.
“Fuck me! Fuck, Annnnnn please ma’am.. Please let me cum. I’m so close.” you pant out. Annie’s laugh rumbles through your chest and echos through your ears as your head goes fuzzy.
“Finish your count. Add it up. Let me hear ya do it. I need to know the final price.” Annie says and you curse but moan.
“200 and 175… tha-that’s-s 375.”
“Uh-huh.” Annie encourages as she starts by slowly recirculating your clit, wetting it with your slickness.
“375 an-and uhm, 400? That’s 775!” you damn near shout. Annie gently curls her fingers and hits a new spot in your that makes stars start to fall in your head and draws out whimpers from you.
“Don’t lose count now, you quiet.” Annie teases. SHe slips her thumb out from your and places it on your lips.
“Take a taste, come back to your senses and finish adding Stack’s bill.” Annie tells you. You sway your head up and go down on her thumb, licking yourself off her. Annie motions with a nods and your tilt your head up, she stretched your cheek a bit, giggles at the fucked out look in your eyes.
“Where are we at Y/n? Where’s your count?”
“775 ma’am” you mumble out around her thumb and she pops it out your mouth then puts it back down between ya’ll’s laps and on that button that had your jolt on her.
“So polite. I like that. 775 and what?” Annie says as she starts fingering you again and your shiver.
“775 and 360. It’ssss, damn.. 1,135?” you squeak, your eyes roll as Annie nods in approval and she quickens the pace, prompting you to try and bounce again. Annie giggles as your too fuck out to try, leaning into her again, you bite into her shoulder making Annie groans. She shakes her head to connect back to the task at hand.
“Nah, stop distractin’! Keep counting.” Annie says and you moan.
“6,000!”
“And? Don’t forget ya bag, Hun. That’s why we are here, Honey. I’ll let you be nice and round it up.” Annie says she pumps fast, bracing you on her as you start to shake and cum.
“Seven bands!” You cry out as your eyes roll back and come apart on Annie’s thigh, pussy squirting over both of your laps. You moans are music to Annie’s ears and your tears are sweet as she licks them off your cheek before kissing you. Annie kisses you throughout your come down, rubbing on your ass and you swear you see flashes all around you but can’t decide if it is the room or the flares of pleasure still going off in your head.
After a few minutes of settling, cool dampness settles upon you and brings you back to your right mind. You pull back and take deep breaths. Annie settles back herself, watching you come back to yourself as she rubs your back.
“Annie….”
“Double it.”
“...Wha?”
“You counted it to seven thousand. Double that, that’s what you're gonna bill Stack today. Can ya stand?” Annie says.
You swallow and give a shallow nod with a dazed glaze in your eyes. Annie shakes her head with a soft smile and holds your hip down so you wouldn’t try and stand. Annie reaches over and takes an ice cube from the bucket the wine once lived in and places it in your mouth. You look away shyly as you chew the ice down, letting it melt down your throat. You open your mouth and Annie gives you two more before you can properly nod and say, “Yes ma’am.”
Annie helps you stand, you feel like a new born horse stumbling around. Annie holds your hand and gently pulls you towards a floor-to-celing mirror lined with vanity lights. You and Annie check out one another then yourselves in the mirror. Both of your legs had extra glisten to them, the bite you gave her visible on Annie’s shoulder while the hickey rested boldly on your neck and tiddies.
“Bag.” Annie says. Rochelle emerges from behind the dressing room curtain where she waited and hands you the chocolate leather Telfar. She then hands Annie her phone and a little whiteboard with 14K written on it. Rochelle then grabs both your and Annie’s phones and motions for ya’ll to turn towards her with the mirror in the back. Annie places an arm around your back and you naturally start to pose to show off your bag and mink and matching set and jewelry. Annie can’t help but let out a giddy giggle and kiss your cheek, you’re getting it now, you’re joining the program.
“Let’s take a picture, Honey.”
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Stack sighs as locks the safe and stands, he takes the pencil from behind his ear and records last night count on the books. Smoke sets a box of new cigars to sell tonight on the table. Before Stack can ask about the sample his phone pings with your custom notification. Stack smiles at it and Smoke smirks.
Then Smoke’s phone pings with Annie’s notification. Smoke smiles, Stack smirks.
“Seems out girls are having a good day out. Y/n stays all in her shell and shit. I'm glad she’s getting out.” Stack says before he opens his messages. Smoke watches his brother's eyes go wide and mouth drop a little bit before pressing his phone to his chest and looking towards the doorway.
On his screen you posed in the lingerie and mink coat holding the bag with your pretty pink-tipped hand. Ass out, legs long and ungodly in gold shimmer and your heels. Your tiddies poked up, hair cascading down and framing your pretty face as your bite on his chain.
Sweetness🍫🤎: 14k E-man? 🥺 I really, really want to show your my new coat in person 😚
Stack swallows, he turns back so he faces the safe again so his brother doesn't see how hard he was becoming at that. Before he can formulate a response his phone pings again, a message from Annie. Stack hums curiously and goes to it.
His fucking jaw drops.
There you were riding Annie thigh, wetness on display your head tossed back in ecstasy as Annie licks the side of your neck and stares with challenge into the camera. The next was her licking tears off your fucked out face. The text message that follows has Stack whipping around to drill daggers into a smug Smoke.
Ann da Homie: Betta pay ya bill in full before I tell Smokey to put a bid on ya girl for me. 14k is well within my allowance. 😈
