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  A Seven Deadly Sins Erotic Short

  Honesty Price

  Copyright © 2020 by Honesty Price

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  To MT Dixon and TWC for being the shit

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  A Word From the Author

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  1

  Her moans and sighs were driving me crazy. I tilted my head so I could see her try to swallow me again, but instead, she used her teeth to scrape gently up and down my shaft while jerking at the base. A sharp hiss escaped as my pelvis jumped and I bit my top lip to keep from screaming like a bitch. That’s how she had me, completely fucking undone. She flattened her tongue then moved her head around my dick to lick up in spirals until she got to the tip. And as if it was her favorite part, she marveled at it, licked her lips, then cut her eyes at me. The unwanted intermission was making me anxious. I needed more.

  Unfazed, she paused there - knees spread, bare pussy exposed, heavy breasts settled after swinging like delicious pendulums to the rhythm of her head game. In a word, she was devastating. She bent once more to humor me and licked, then sucked the tip at a delicate but steady pace. Another involuntary hiss from me inspired laughter from her as she abandoned my dick and crawled up my body.

  I closed my eyes preparing for the sweet sensation of her pussy welcoming my dick home but cracked a lid when she passed it by without so much as a touch. My quizzical expression caused another giggle until her intention was clear. Thick thighs soon straddled my head and the scent of jasmine, orange blossom, and grown ass woman surrounded me. It was magical. She had me salivating, aching to taste and touch her.

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her down until my lips touched hers. Kissing and licking gently, I teased her lower lips and inner thighs enjoying every bit of her reaction to me. She pressed herself into my face, rubbing her pussy over my mouth. My eyes went straight to the back of my head at the feel of her sliding over me. I ate her with deep hunger and abiding passion as she rocked against my face in search of an orgasm. Lost in bliss, she teased her nipples while I fisted my dick with one hand and jiggled her ass with the other. She was getting close and I was too, but cuming in my hand wasn’t nearly as exciting as cuming inside of her.

  I pushed her up and nudged until she shuffled down to my rock-hard dick, bouncing on it to fit me in. We moved in sync for our mutual pleasure until I lost patience with our measured strokes. Grabbing her to my chest, I rolled us until I was on top, then put her knees at her ears so I could dig deep. The smacking sound, born of her creamy slick essence and our forceful meeting motivated my wild plunges. I was close to the edge from the sensations and sounds but was only hurled over it when she latched onto my neck and bit down after sucking hard at that sensitive spot. A signal that I’d hit my target. I held her tight while spraying her walls and relished the intoxication that washed over me. Damn that shit felt good—

  The alarm blared and I blindly tapped to silence it. I felt my painful erection just after I reached full consciousness and groped at the space beside me in search of her. She’s still here? Hell yeah! And in nothing but a tank top too? I scooted over and pressed my dick against her ass, slowly moving my hand between her thighs.

  “Uh-uh” She grumbled, moving away.

  “Damn a uh-uh. It’s been at least two weeks.”

  “So. Stop!” She swatted my hand, thwarting my second attempt, then moved to the edge of the bed.

  “Nay, stop playing. You see me over here poking through my shorts.”

  “Ugh!” She fussed while lifting her leg. “Have at it.”

  “Naomi!” Irritation rose in me.

  “What?!” She looked over her shoulder, leg still hiked in the air. “You robbed me of my last few minutes of sleep and now you acting like you don’t want it.”

  “Not that lazy-ass side booty. At least act like you tryna fuck.”

  “I’m not tryna fuck, which is the point.” Naomi rolled her eyes, lowered her leg and got out of bed. It was her turn to get the kids moving, so instead of sitting on my dick, she was stomping around the room, mad about sleep, searching for her robe. The chances of reconnecting looked slim as she exited the room and slammed the door. Now that she was gone, I had nothing else to do but work on deflating my dick.

  The door burst open after the third pump. “Your namesake has been in the basement bathroom “forever” according to your other son who’s playing his Switch in underwear at my dining room table. And your daughter is asking for you.” Naomi stopped in her tracks when she saw what I was doing. “Like father like son, I see.” Rolling her eyes, she turned toward the closet. The conservative skirt and jacket she pulled meant she had court today. “What if I had been one of the kids, Sam?” she scolded, still in her robe. She acted angry, but her nipples suddenly poking at the thin fabric told a different story.

  To capitalize on that small window of opportunity, I hopped out of bed and wrapped her legs around my waist. The time on the clock said we had a solid seven minutes before one of us needed to be in the shower and I wanted to make good use of that time.

  “Come back to bed.” I whispered against her lips.

  “Nooo.” She whined then squealed when I started kissing her neck and twisting her nipple.

  “You have to. I had a dream.”

  “Is that so, Dr. King?”

  “Yes ma’am. I’m tryna make the pussy sing from every village and every hamlet. From every state and every city. I want to speed up the day when me and you join privates and sing the words of that old Negro spiritual, “Came at last! Came at last! Great God almighty, we came at last!”

  Laughing, she strained against me, so I’d put her down. “You’re going to hell. How you gon’ butcher Dr. King’s speech to make it about fucking?”

  “Prose is prose. And anyway, Dr. Martin Luther the Kang got it in. I feel like he’d agree.”

  No laughter followed that joke. Naomi already had one arm out of her robe and was heading toward the shower. Running up behind her, I planned to get in too. “Let me help you with that.” I offered, peeling the rest of the fabric from her dark walnut skin. Her body was a map of our family; gorgeous grooves, lines, folds, and dimples that I traced with my tongue whenever I got the chance. I stared while she stepped under the spray taking in an eyeful of her beauty.

  “Go help your daughter, Sam.” She was closing the curtain, but I made it in just in time.

  “Bella has two older brothers. She’s good.” Taking the washcloth and body wash from her hands, I crouched down to wash her legs.

  “She already told me she wants you to do it.”

  “She can wait. Look at me. I can’t go out there like this.” We both looked down at my new erection, my face just inches from the promised land. “You gon’ take care of it for me?”

  “I—”

  The bells sewn to her footie pajamas jingled toward our bathroom and when they stopped, I heard “Da-Da?” Our youngest stood at the door calling for me to dress her. She had all of five words in her vocabulary and the clearest was the one she used most often. Da-Da.

  “Told you.”

  I stood, dropping my chin to my chest. “In a minute sweet pea,” I called, hoping she’d wander back to her room.

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sp; “She’s not gonna leave.” Naomi sang, having grabbed the cloth from me to wash her back.

  “Bella go watch Peppa.” I’d taught her to find her favorite cartoon on my iPad.

  “You just meeting that little girl? ‘Cause the Bella I know ain’t leaving ‘til she sees you.”

  Right after that, we heard the distinct sound of Bella’s bottom hitting the floor to wait. I grumbled before changing my voice for her “Daddy’s coming sweet pea.” Grabbing a towel, I attempted to wrap myself in it without getting it wet. Between the two of these women, I couldn’t catch a break.

  “Wait for me,” I begged. “I’m coming right back.”

  Her lack of response meant my wife would be dressed and in her car before I could get it up again.

  “Hey!” I raised my voice over the water with Bella in my arms. Nay peaked out of the shower with soap all over her face. “Tonight?”

  She cracked a smile, then said the words I’d be looking forward to for the next fifteen hours. “Yeah, tonight.”

  2

  What a day. What a goddamned awful fucked up day. I lost my case, got in a fender bender with an asshole between meetings, then got drenched walking to my car in a surprise thunderstorm. I needed a new day stat, ‘cause this one was some bullshit. I pulled into our garage and of course today of all days, somebody remembered to lock the door that led to the house. I banged twice before hearing footsteps. As they got closer, I noticed a deep run in my stockings and a stain in my favorite shirt. The door opened and I heard music as Sam peaked around the frame.

  “Welcome home— Damn! What happened?”

  “Long day. Don’t really wanna talk about it,” I said as I took him in. He looked the total opposite of my soggy, haggard appearance in slacks and a starched white shirt. “I just want a shower, some food, and my bed. That’s it.”

  “Ok, but before we get to that, there’s this.”

  The music got louder, and he pulled me into his arms, rocking me to Every Time I Close My Eyes. It was sweet. It really was, but I’d just spent forty-five minutes in traffic soaking wet.

  “Uh, baby? I—” I pulled away, but he held me close. “I need to get these wet clothes off.”

  “I’m not tripping on these wet clothes, girl. I've been wanting to get a minute with you all day.” He kept rocking and I let him for another minute while I held an irritated scowl that I was glad he couldn’t see. When I’d taken it as long as I could, I pulled back again without letting him stop me.

  “Thank you, baby. But I really do need a shower.”

  “Um...ok. That’s... We can do that.” He masked his disappointment quickly. “That’s on tonight’s agenda.” He helped me out of my wet coat and bag while I kicked off my ruined shoes and padded the short distance to the laundry space. Nearly nude, I moved toward our bedroom before he stopped me.

  “Slow down. I got plans for you.”

  Internally, I screamed. I just wanted a minute to regroup and he was laying whatever this was on way too thick. I bit my tongue and let him take my hand. We ended up in our unusually steamy bathroom full of candles and a tub full of bubbles and rose petals.

  “A bath?”

  “Yeah girl. I’m on my Let Me Rub You Down vibe,” he sang off-key. Again, it was sweet, but it was the last thing I wanted right now.

  “Awww, I love that song and I appreciate all this, but I kinda just want to take a shower. I’m itchy and sticky from being caught in the rain.” More disappointment etched his face and this time a little bit of anger was there too, but he hid it quick enough for me to leave it alone.

  “A shower...ok. I’ll empty the tub and join you.” He grabbed at the second to top button on his shirt, but I laid my hand over his.

  “Um...just me?” My hesitant smile clearly wasn’t apology enough because he looked utterly discouraged as he kissed my cheek. “Hey,” I stopped him. “After this, we stick to your agenda.” His slight nod and quick exit showed me I’d already ruined the mood.

  Clean, dry, and in warm pajamas, I found him plating food in the kitchen. I grabbed an unfinished plate and started shoveling mashed potatoes into my mouth. “Where are the kids?” My words were warped by the food circling my mouth.

  “With Sherri and can you wait, woman?” He took my plate back playfully and added chicken and a vegetable medley.

  “Oook sorry. So touchy.” I jabbed while grabbing a bag of chips.

  “Come on, Nay. I’m almost done. Don’t ruin your dinner.”

  “I’m 40, Sam. I think I can have a bag of chips and still manage a meal.”

  “That’s not the— Ok. Do what you want.” I ignored the heavy sigh after that and loudly opened the bag of chips.

  The finished plates looked delicious and I grabbed mine and headed to the couch. Without children I could get through at least two episodes of whatever was on my DVR.

  “Uh, Nay?” He called. I looked over my shoulder to see him sitting at the dining room table waiting for me. “Eating over here is on the agenda.”

  “What’s...why? We haven’t finished watching that miniseries and I just want to veg out a little before the kids come back. What time are they coming home?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “So this is like a date night?”

  “It was.” He spat, frustration lacing his tone.

  I cut the TV off and joined him, reluctantly, at the table to which he responded: “If you want to watch TV, you can. I’m not trying to ruin your evening.”

  “Alright look,” I needed to nip this in the bud. “Thanks for tonight. You clearly went to some trouble, but I’m just not in the mood.”

  “As usual.” He mumbled before going back to his plate.

  “Grow up, Sam.” I snapped, taking my plate to the couch again. He went to the kitchen for his phone and watched ESPN loudly while he ate. An hour later I was in bed and he was on the couch.

  “You not coming to bed?” A weak opener I knew, but I needed to get him to talk so he’d spit out whatever his problem was.

  “I’m good, Naomi. Go to bed.” Hmm. Ok. So he’s full-name mad.

  “Just tell me what’s wrong so we can make up and go to bed or fight some more, then make up and go to bed.”

  “I’m not arguing with you and I’m not coming to bed and I’m tryna watch this so...” He gestured toward SportsCenter then turned back to the TV like I was our nagging 8-year-old.

  “You know what? Goodnight and stay your ass up here.” I stomped away prepared for a night of spacious sleep in our bed when I heard another of his snide remarks.

  “Better chance of busting a nut up here than back there with your ass.”

  “That’s what your problem is? We’re not having enough sex. You forget we got three kids, two full time jobs between us, your dad is sick and my mom’s a crackhead who I’m constantly bailing out? You think I want to fuck your brains out at the end of every goddamn workday?”

  “I’m sorry it’s such a hardship to be with your husband.”

  “Nobody said it was a hardship. I’m just saying we got real life shit going on and I don’t always feel like sucking your dick to stroke your little ego.”

  “Don’t do me no favors Naomi. You act like I don’t do all the work any-goddam-way. Your 30 seconds of head before lifting your leg up ain’t hittin’ on shit. You been lazy for a minute. I mean a minute. I tried to do something for us for Valentine’s Day and yeah you had a shitty day and I’m sorry, but even with no kids, no practice, no rehearsals, and no work, you still couldn’t be bothered.”

  There was too much truth in his statement for me to come back with anything stronger than “Today’s the 13th.”

  “What?”

  “Valentine’s Day isn’t until tomorrow.”

  He scoffed at my weak reply. “I know that, but tomorrow you’ll be at soccer with Jr.. and I’ll be at math tutoring for Joey with Bella so tonight was the best night until when?” He scrolled through his phone quickly. “Tuesday after next?”

  I f
elt like shit. He had done this for us, but the potshots he took at my bedroom behavior were painful enough for me to overlook his sweet gesture. If he wanted to be like that, he would do it by himself.

  “Good night, Sam.”

  “Thought so.”

  “What y’all doing?” I asked, taking solace in my group chat.

  Tina: Sitting in silence.

  Sarcastic ass ~Nay

  Nikki: Waiting on my toes to dry. I got a date in an hour.

  Girl you always got somewhere to go. ~Nay

  I couldn’t believe her stamina at our age. She didn’t have kids though.

  Nikki: Where is Judah? She finally get Erica to eat that box?

  Judah: Yes. Yesterday, and you nasty asses need to mind your own boxes. Who started this anyway? I was damn near asleep.

  Tina: Nay-nay did. What’s up girl? This is late for you.

  Sam and I might have gotten in a fight and it might have been my fault. ~Nay

  Judah: How you make that nigga mad? He always coolin’

  Well...he might have planned something for Valentine’s Day and I kinda shit on it ‘cause I had a bad day and then he said some mean shit about me being lazy in the bedroom and I need y’all to tell me he was wrong and I was right so I can go to sleep feeling justified that he’s on the couch and I’m not. ~Nay

  Nikki: No punctuation or nothing huh?

  I added a period bitch! ~Nay

  Tina: Before you waste my time, was it your fault for real?

  Kinda ~Nay

  Tina: Then go apologize.

  Judah: Wait a minute. What did he say about you being lazy?

  I recounted that embarrassing detail and the group went off in a tirade of fuck him, keep freezing his ass out, and make him sleep in his car. I ended up defending the man I was mad at.