TUGGING CJ’S HAND, KAYLA ENTERED her home carrying a covered dish. If Richmond thought she was going to leave his house without fixing her and CJ a plate to go after she’d taken her precious time to cook it, then he was a damn fool! Ordering her to leave like he had; her employer had some nerve.
Kayla lowered the plates of food covered with foil to the dinette table. “I can’t believe him,” she muttered, dropping her keys on the table.
“Who, Mommy?”
Richmond Spaulding, that’s who! “Nobody, CJ.” She pulled a chair from beneath the table, picked up CJ, then lowered him into the seat.
After fixing their drinks, she took a seat beside her loveable son and forked a piece of encrusted baked cod into her mouth. Ugh. Cold fish. She hated cold fish. Too tired and frustrated to warm it up, she hurried to eat it. Blasting Richmond out inside her head, she lifted the glass of water to her lips.
CJ tapped her arm. “Mommy.”
Sipping the water, she lowered the drink to the table. “Yes.”
CJ’s lids drooped. “I wanted to eat with Isabelle.”
Me, too. “I know you did, but Mommy needed to get home so she could clean up and get you to bed early.”
CJ shrugged. “Okay. Can I watch Spiderman tonight?”
Her eyes traveled to the window. It was dark outside, and getting late. “Only for a little while.”
An hour later after Kayla put CJ to bed, she entered the bathroom to take a long, hot bath. Normally, she’d take a quick shower. But after the rotten afternoon she’d had involving Richmond, she needed to soak in a tub filled with hot water to get those hard knots out of her tensed shoulders.
Looking in the mirror, she rolled her shirt over her head. Unbuttoning her jeans, she rolled them down her legs. Taking off her bra and panties, images of Richmond’s bare shaft entered her mind, causing a light giggle to flutter from her lips. She pressed the button on the radio tucked in the corner on the counter far away from the sink. Light, whimsical music floated from the speakers and filled the room.
Sitting on the edge of the garden tub naked, she gripped the handle of the faucet, turned it on, and poured strawberry bubble bath under the drain. Once the tub got almost full, she turned the nozzle off and climbed inside. Sliding to her knees, the warm water felt incredible on her hips. She scooped up a handful of bubbles, smoothed them over her breasts, then slipped all the way into the warm water.
Sitting on her tired rear with bubbles floating around her neck, she lolled her head back against the curb on the tub and sank further into the warm water. Inhaling the sweet flavor of the bubble bath and enjoying the feel of the hot water soaking into her flesh, Kayla closed her eyes. Mmm. The hot bath felt so good. All she needed to make it feel better was a man. But not just any man—Richmond. Richmond. Oh, fine Richmond.
Seeing him naked had left a burning imprint on her. When she’d seen his bare erection yesterday while coming out of the closet of his room, he’d looked so big. Gigantic. His penis had to be at least ten or more inches.
Getting heated from thinking about Richmond’s rod, Kayla’s tongue involuntarily glided over her lips. Keeping her eyes closed, she eased her hand over her hairy sex and spread her legs wide. Thinking about Richmond’s tool inserting her, using her fingers, she plucked at her tingling clitoris.
Ahhh, a light whimper cooed from her throat. Tweaking the hard bud repeatedly with her fingers, she moaned hoarsely. Oh, Richmond. He was probably so good in bed. His tongue looked long, like it’d lick her into a satisfying orgasm.
Aroused out of her mind, need pooled in Kayla’s core. And she needed more. She needed something hard inside her. Opening her eyes, she pressed the button on tub and the jets came on. God. Hopefully, one day she’d find her a man and wouldn’t have to resort to masturbation so much, she thought, scooting on her behind closer to the jet.
Needing to release the dull ache at her entrance, Kayla threw her legs up on the sides of the garden tub and arched her sex into the powerful jet stream. Water shooting at rapid speed shot between her opened legs, scraping her pea and her G-spot.
Bucking against the stream of water sprouting from the powerful jet, her own husky grunts assailed her ears. Pulses throbbed at her sensitive nerve bundle. Nibbling her bottom lip, she reached between her legs and pinched her clitoris. Oh, this feels so good. I need this. I need Richmond to make love to me. His shaft was so long. The dark head of his erection was so plump. Intense pleasure shot through Kayla’s veins the closer she got to an orgasm.
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