Winter

The following day, the sun shone on us, lighting the room like a stage. Dontae looked at me with a sad smile as he handed me a cup of coffee, the aroma of the dark roast swirling around us. We had decided to have breakfast by the pool, hoping the fresh air would help clear the cobwebs of doubt and sadness that had settled between us. The table was set with a white linen cloth and adorned with a vase of fresh roses, their crimson petals glistening with dew. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air, but my stomach was in knots.

As we sat down, he took a deep breath. "Winter, I need to tell you something," he said, his eyes searching mine for understanding. I steeled myself, preparing for another apology, another promise to change. But what he said next shocked me to my core. "I've been a fool, a scared fool," he began, his voice shaking slightly. "I was with another because I was terrified of losing you." He paused, swallowed hard, and continued, "Every time you said no to marrying me, it felt like you were pushing me away."

"Dontae, that doesn't make any sense," I said, trying not to elevate my voice. "You would rather go sleep with hoes, knowing that you have me." He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Do I have you, Winter?" he said with his voice full of skepticism. "9 years and 3 engagement rings collecting dust; say otherwise," he said coldly. Settling into his chair. He started rocking his leg, swaying it from side to side. "Talk, Dontae," I said in a small voice.

He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. "I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. But it's hard for me, knowing that I would lay down and die if you required it." But you won't give me your hand in marriage...why Winter?" he asked, his voice full of emotion. Why won't you marry me?"

My voice choked; I couldn't answer the question. I loved him dearly, but I did not have an answer for him. My eyes flicked in his direction. He had that eyebrow arched, waiting for my answer. "What are you scared of, Winter?"

I took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "I'm scared of being forgotten," I whispered. "I'm scared that you'll leave me for someone else one day, and I'll just be a memory." His face fell, and he took my hand. "I would never do that to you," he said with conviction. "But you won't even give me a chance to show you how good of a husband and protector I can be, Winter." He said with his voice cracking. "I'm 50 years old, baby. I'm not getting any younger. I have fucking hundreds of millions of dollars, with no children!" "If I die tomorrow, where is my legacy?" Who would I have to carry my name for future generations to come?" "Where would that leave you? If I die tomorrow, all this shit goes to my 70-year-old mother. I need you...I want you to be my wife and have my children, my love."

The weight of his words settled on me like a heavy blanket. He had always talked about marriage, about building a family together. "Every time I bring up marriage, you have an excuse, a reason to wait. And now...here we are, stuck in this cycle of pain and regret." "I don't know what to say," I admitted, my voice shaking. "I love you, Winter, and I'm sorry I hurt you." He stood and composed his sexy self. "I take accountability for my actions, so I'm begging you to please ...please ..take accountability for yours, baby." He stalked off, answering his buzzing phone.

fuck, he's right

: Sage

A few days after I saw Winter, I shamefully admit I've beaten my dick with thoughts of her. No sooner than I arrived at my studio, Jamie jogged into my office, letting me know I had a visitor. A grin tugged on my lips. It's her. I straightened my clothes and eagerly made my way to the studio. And to my surprise.

fuuck

"Shannon," I said. Her sexy chocolate ass turned around with all hunger in her gaze. "Your assistant told me my photos are ready." She purred. Images flashed in my mind of those perfect nipples from her photos. That sexy round ass that was begging to be slapped and licked. "Yes, they are, I have them back in my office." I started to walk to the door. I heard her heels clicking, and she was following me. Trying to keep my professionalism, I begged my dick to stay soft. I made it back to my office and went into my filing drawer to retrieve her envelope of folders. I felt her softness behind me. My dick being the traitor it is, hardened, of course.

"Here you go," I said with a fake smile. She looked at me, "You okay, Sage?" She knew something was off about me. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired." I handed her the envelope. She took it and leaned in, whispering, "I really enjoyed our shoot." She said, closing the very small gap between us. I backed up, and my ass found the edge of my desk. So in the spirit of trying to play shit off, I sat. Like .. that's what I meant to do anyway.

Her eyes grew darker, and she licked her lips. "I noticed," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. She stepped closer, and I could feel the heat coming off her body. "Would you like to do it again?" She asked, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

My mind raced, thoughts of Winter's sculpted curves and how she had looked at me in the studio swirling in my head. I knew what she was hinting at, and part of me was tempted. She leaned in and laced her arms around my neck. "It seems your mind and your dick are battling, and your dick is winning, baby." She slowly traced her fingers on my length. "I can help with this, you know."

fuck it

I leaned in and claimed Shannon's lips; she moaned. I don't think she was expecting me to be bold. She just doesn't know; when I slang dick, I slang it hard. I whispered into her lips, "You playing with fire, don't get fucked, and sent on your way, baby."

She giggled, "You know you want to fuck me, Sage."

I took a deep breath and tried to push her away gently. "You're right, I do." I stood and slipped my shirt off. I lifted her off her feet, and her legs automatically wrapped around my waist. I walked her to my couch, grabbing a rubber from the drawer on the way. I sat her down gently. I reached her waistband and peeled her leggings off, revealing her lacy thong. She was already so wet that the fabric was sticking to her. "Take these off," I said gruffly, nodding to her underwear. She obeyed, and I tossed them aside.

Her body was a work of art, just like her photos. I kissed her again, more demanding this time, as I pulled my pants down, freeing my hard cock. She reached for it, her hand stroking me with a hunger that matched my own. I felt the familiar rush of desire, but it was tainted with guilt. Winter's face flashed before me, and I forced myself to look away, focusing on the here and now.

I sheathed my dick with the XL condom and slid into her in one swift motion. She gasped. Her mouth was open, and she couldn't find words. I swear that's my favorite part of fucking. When you suddenly infiltrate those walls. All that shit they talk, all that teasing, all that cat and mouse. Goes out the window. "Now look at you, Shannon, mouth open and pussy filled completely," I said with a wicked grin. I slid out slowly, then plunged back in. She let a cry out. She was tight, and she was wet.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as I fucked her hard. She was moaning my name. I felt the tension in her body build with every stroke.

"You like that?" I grunted, watching her face contort with pleasure. She nodded, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Tell me how good it feels, baby," I whispered, needing the validation. Her breath hitched, and she whimpered, "It's so good, Sage. You're so big. You fill me up so much. Oh gah, yes, like that.

Her words were like a symphony to my ears, each note feeding my ego, pushing me closer to the edge. I sped up, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. She tightened around me, her walls gripping my cock like a vice. "Come for me, Shannon. Let me feel it," I urged.

Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking up to meet me. And then she did, her pussy clamping down on me like it never wanted me to leave. I watched her face, the way her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth parted in a silent scream. It was beautiful, but it wasn't enough.

After she had come down from her orgasm, I pulled out and grabbed her hand. "Let's go," I said, leading her to the bedroom. She followed willingly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Once there, I pushed her onto the bed, tearing off her remaining clothes. "How do you want it?" I asked, my voice thick with desire. She bit her bottom lip, looking up at me with hooded eyes. "Any way you want it, Sage," she murmured.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling her chest. I peeled the condom off and presented my cock to her, still slick with her juices. She looked up at me with a mix of lust and challenge. "Prove it," I said, my voice low and demanding. Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. I hissed in pleasure, the sensation sending shockwaves through me. Her mouth was warm and wet, the perfect escape from the chaos in my mind.

As she took me deeper, her eyes never left mine, as if trying to read the hidden secrets. But she wouldn't find them. They were buried too deep, lost in the fog of guilt and longing. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I didn't want it to end. Not yet. "Slow down," I gritted out, my hand fisting in her hair. She obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate, more teasing.

The sight of her, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks hollowed with each suck, was almost too much. I leaned back, enjoying the feeling of her mouth worshipping me. But with every stroke of her tongue, every moan she made, I couldn't shake the image of Winter's kiss on my cheek, the way she had looked at me in the studio. The way she had made me feel alive again.

I gripped the back of her head, guiding her faster, my hips rocking against her face. "Look at me," I ordered, and she did, her eyes glazed with passion. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls, my muscles tensing. "Take it all," I groaned, and she did, swallowing me whole until I came with a roar, my release spilling into her mouth.

For a moment, the world stopped. The only sound was our ragged breathing. Then, reality crashed down around me, and I realized what I had just done. I had used Shannon to fill the void left by my unrequited feelings for Winter. But as much as I wanted to blame it on the heat of the moment, I knew it was more than that.

I pulled out of her throat with a final, gentle tug, and she gagged slightly before swallowing the last of my cum. Her eyes watered, but she had a smug smile on her face as if she had just won some twisted prize. She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Was that what you needed?" she asked, her voice a mix of satisfaction and challenge.

"No," I said, my voice raw. It wasn't, but I can tell it's absolutely what you needed." "You would be correct, Mr. Kodjoe." She quipped. I chuckled. I nodded towards the bathroom. "I'll meet you in the studio afterward." She nodded with a hint of something in her eye.

I cleaned up and walked back to the studio. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air. I picked up my camera and stood at the window watching the first snow flurries this season. Chicago is a beast in the winter.

Shannon walked in, her hips swaying seductively. She had a knowing smirk on her face, the kind that said she knew she had me wrapped around her finger. "Your photos are incredible," she said, her voice dripping with honey. She stepped closer, her arms snaking around my waist from behind. I tensed up, my mind racing with the implications of what had just happened.

"Thank you," I murmured, trying to keep my cool. Her breath was warm against my neck, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "They're just a taste of what we could create together," she whispered, her hands sliding up to my chest. I could feel the weight of her breasts pressing against my back.

But my thoughts were elsewhere, even as she tried to distract me with her body. Winter's face kept popping into my mind. The way she had looked at me in the studio, the way she had felt in my arms.

Shannon sensed my distraction and decided to stand in front of me as I stared out of the window. She got on her tiptoes and played a fiery kiss on me. "What's wrong?" she asked with a purr.

Suddenly, the studio door clicked shut, and a gasp filled the room. "Oh shit," the voice said, and I knew it was Winter. She was standing there with two cups of Starbucks, her eyes wide with shock and something else. Something that I couldn't quite place.

I quickly turned around my heart racing. She was dressed in a tight sweater that hugged her curves perfectly, and her hair was in a messy bun. She looked like an angel that had just walked into the lion's den. "Winter," I croaked out, trying to play it cool. I wasn't expecting her, so this was a surprise.

fuck fuck shit

"I'm so sorry, I—I didn't." She stuttered. "You didn't know he was occupied?" Shannon said, peaking around me, speaking to Winter. I immediately shot a glare at her. She didn't have the right to speak. I grabbed Shannon's coat and bag and told her I'd email the invoice.

Shannon looked at me with confusion in her eyes. "Wow," She whispered. I gave her a stern look, and she knew it was time to leave. She grabbed her shit and strutted out of my studio like she owned the place. I watched her go and felt nothing but a weird sense of regret.

As soon as the door closed behind Shannon, I started walking towards Winter. She was still unmoved by the door, still holding the drinks. She tried to sit them down and slip out of the door before I made it across the room to her, but I caught her arm. "Winter... wait."