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Coffee & Cocaine (Cyrano x Daleeria)

Theo hadn't smiled so wide in weeks. Laughing and shaking with mirth at how quickly she stole away all of the stressors of the journey. Completely removed any idea of secrets being kept or wars being raged. The numbers of the deals he would be making were painted across her skin, but she would sweat them off in no time at all. That was the beauty of Penny, all of the world that was not her, simply faded away in her wake. Even when she was scared and fawning, talking with her worries on her face. There was fun, and a life, and an escape from all of the world's pain. They were going back to the first place where Theo had killed a man, for the second time since he had done so. And he knew that the police in this country knew about it.

Some of them anyway. And it was his job to make sure that that money stayed good for them. If not, well, he had met their families. Knew one of the Commandants daughters went to a private school in the Pyrenees. Knew people who knew what company paid her bodyguards. Wine. Right. That's what he needed to be focusing on.

"I think I can find room in your budget for dancing lessons. Or is it an allowance now?" Theo asked, the word 'now' slipping into an accent that was somewhere French, but definitely not Paris. Maybe he would take her there next. Or a stop in the Swiss Alps,. They weren't quite ready for the Aspen lodges though. Who wanted to be neighbors with Magic Gun Kelly anyway? Two glasses of chilled wine, with the bottle staying in the ice. A joint hung between his knuckles and a lighter in his pocket as he sat down on the bed next to her. Wondering how long it would take before she started wripping off his clothes.
 
Penny didn't know about his deals or the numbers that filled his mind. Hell, she didn't even have a strong concept of the quietly active war zone that they called home. Yeah she knew there were gangs and stuff, Porscha and JT had given them the DL on all of that. But Penny had yet to link any of that back to Theo, and she'd remain blissfully unaware as long as Theo wanted. She wasn't going to go searching for trouble. The only thing that matter to her was his dick and his smile and the way he made her clit throb just by walking in a room.

"I mean I guess if I'm your whore I'm getting an allowance. But I think this would file under 'investments' in this particular case," Penny suggested playfully while she worked on pouring them each a glass of wine. She was getting a bit of a taste for wine with him. Before she had been mostly a cheap beer girl... But Theo made her want to taste and find enjoyment in finer things too.

Speaking of finer things, as she handed him his glass, her hand stroked over the crotch of his pants. "Why did you even bother with clothes?" she whined as she reached up to undo his tie, lifting it over his head after loosening it and then wrapping it around her neck like a little fancy leash for him.

Already she was working to get him naked, as predicting. Impatient. Desperate after two weeks. "Daddy gunna light that? Porscha gave me tips on a new trick I wanna show you!" she grinned playfully as she worked his suit jacket off and tossed it onto a chair carelessly. She knew he had a change of clothes, probably several. So she wasn't concerned about wrinkling this suit.

"I've never flown before, did I tell you that?" she was nervous, but between the wine and weed, and his perfect cock... She was sure she'd have plenty of distraction from the nerves. "But I'd fly anywhere with you..."
 
Penny on her own was a special kind of intoxicant. that drug that came with no negative side effects save for the addiction, and the sorrow of being separated from the bliss that was she. The plane had only just left the runway and already Theo's troubles had disappeared from the forefront of his mind, not to return until the wheels touched down in Ibiza many hours from now. As she tossed her hoodie to the side, revealing her pretty, perky breasts, Theo took a long drink from his glass of wine. Emptying half of what she had poured in one drink, and then set the smoke between his lips as his hand slipped around her greedy grabbers to retrieve the lighter from his pocket before she snatched away his pants.

She looked good, better than good, wearing just his tie and her skirt.

She looked like a whore. His whore.

Flame came to joint. Slowly dancing to the rhythm of the plane in the sky before he dropped the lighter and the joint into one hand and blew his smoke down, deliberately with a trail coming from each nostril showering her in cannabis before bringing the joint down to her lips. He wasn't talking, was not responding to her words with his. Because he was listening. Actively. Hearing her worries and nerves and concerns and silencing them with his thumb over her lips, parting them for her tongue and then placing the joint between them. There was plenty to go around, and Penny was the one who had earned this vacation. Even if she was working every moment of him.

Who said that work and play could not coexist.

"I want to show you the whole world Penny." He finally spoke, running his hand through her hair before finishing the glass of wine and passing it to there for her to store. Then his hands were moving to the buttons of his shirt. Penetrating her purview as he assisted her in stripping him while she got her head to match the elevation.
 
"You know I don't actually care if you show me the world right? But if you really want to, I wanna go to Paris next!" for a second she sounded so serious, like she was about to make this deep... But like the coke-laced whiplash she was, she quickly grinned and started listing off the next places she wanted to explore. And like the heathen she was, she did it while chugging down her expensive wine.

With that fuck me smile and his tie around her neck, she started to crawl up his body. "Daddy can take me anywhere he wants, long as he's giving me all that dick while we're going there!" as her eyes raked over his naked skin, Penny started to speckle his chest with little butterfly kisses. She meant it too; she didn't give a shit if they went anywhere. As long as there was sex, booze and weed, she'd give him everything he wanted and more. After two weeks of missing him and his body, Penny didn't waste too much more time with showmanship. Her lips crashed back against his and her hands foxtrotted up his chest to his neck, and that ass was plush against his bitchbreaker once she felt that buzz kicking in. "I missed you too, Daddy."

She'd learn how to cope with him being gone for stretches at a time, but right now the sensations were too new, and she hadn't found security in her place in his life yet. She didn't realize how madly they were both falling in love with each other. How much she actually needed to feel him inside of her. "I'm gunna spend the rest of the flight showing you why you shouldn't leave a slut at home alone!" the fuck toy teased before tangling their tongues together once more. Either that or she'd show him how feral being away got her.
 
"You're perfect." He whispered against her hungry lips, her words somewhere between a tease and a threat. The betting pool was out on whether Penny was actually self-aware or not. Whether she knew when she said that she wanted to go to Paris it naturally drew to mind the idea of the Eiffel Tower. The idea of one cock in her throat, one in her belly. Two men oreoing her in between them. And when she called herself a slut, and hinted at what she might get up to when he was not around, all of the infidelities she might commit if they were something to be fidelus to- it brought a smile to his face just as her tongue lapped it away. She was perfect, and she did not even know it. Because the way that her fine ass pushed plump against his cock told him that there was not another like it in her life.

Theo's hands ran down her back until it grabbed up the meat of her ass, lifting her up high over his cock and spreading her cheeks. His other hand grabbed the bottle of wine. Wasted a blowjob's worth of red gold pouring it down her back, staining the arc and swell of her juicy ass. Their tongues danced and played together, smoke passing from hand to hand. Ha dhe been the one to teach her how to juggle joints and tonsils, or had that been another man. It did not matter to him now, because she was all his. Bought and paid for. Not just with the money, which was so much part of the game for them, but with something deeper between them. Soul on soul.

Up and up she rose, wine rolling off her ass and on to her dick. Adding to the slickness and the warmth as he brought her all the way down in one long drop. A grunt. A moan. A gasp. Their lips parted as the plane shifted, eyes meeting eyes as their mile high fuckfest began. For a moment his mind was lost, feeling her spread for him again. Wetter than he could imagine, hotter than he could ever remember. That shock as his cock quivered inside of her, watching her amber eyes glow with victory at her power. And then his mind returned to her body as they began to roll and bounce. His hands holding her hips firmly so that she could not go wild as she wanted. Watched her fall into his slow and intimate pace. Savoring her like a meal as they blew smoke to each other.

And then, when he was satisfied, his hands dropped down to her caramel thighs and let her ride her high out on him until the wheels touched down again.
 
Penny could go slow when she wanted to! So far they just hadn't had much reason to. They were always too eager to throw themselves at each other. Theo's forced slow down made her really appreciate his cock today though, her cunt lips swallowing him whole as she leaned in and took the joint between her other lips. The smoke halo'd around her head as she bounced over and over again, exhaling down her own body and bathing him in the smoke. Looking like the little whore goddess she was always meant to be. This felt like she was meant to be here at least.

When he let her thighs go finally, Penny quirked her lips and lifted off of his cock. It seemed like the stoned bitch had a little something extra in mind today. "How much would you pay to fuck my ass, Daddy?" she asked suddenly, teasing him against her chocolate starfish pointedly with a cute bite to her lip, his lubed cocked from the wine and her juices letting her just barely wedge his head between her cheeks. "I'll give it to you right here and now if the price is right!"

At first it was hard to tell if she was teasing or genuinely offering up her ass in exchange for cash, but she bared her hips down a little more, moaning as his head popped in to her tighter hole. "What do you think? $100? $200?" she tried to play it off like those were cheap prices. She still didn't know how much street whores charged, she had fun getting Daddy to tell her how much he thought she was worth. It was another facet to their little game. Trying to pretend they weren't falling in love, that this was transactional when it was clear to anyone watching that Penny had a hold of more than just his wallet and his balls.
 
Penny changed as she brought that joint to her lips. until that moment he had never seen Penny burn one down all on her lonely.

It was a different energy. A different kind of liberation. Watching that green smoke rolling out of her lips, blown down between her perky tits (NSFW), pooling down into clouds along the ridges and valleys of their abs and bellies. Clothing them in the mists as the pretty girl bounced on it. Hazel eyes doing that succubitch thing in their own way. Green. Gold. Brown. All depending on where she was in the bounce, where that grip was between her lips. She had his cock trapped, but she had his eyes too. Brown. Not the evil, brown-black of some men. No, Theo's eyes were sweet chocolate and softness. Like his uncalloused hands moving from her thighs to her ass and back as they made their slow love.

Those eyes filled with pain, Daddy even groaned when he gave Penny control of herself and she lifted her lithe body all of the way up and off of his cock. Inch after inch vanishing from her guts and returning to the heat of the air. That last brightness of cherry burning against her lips with every breath as his cock was freed from her grip, Then her hand was around his base, guiding him like a joy stick until that monster cock of his was wedged between her cheeks.

Bitch was a crazy goddess. Her curls flying everywhere as the sweat rolled down her body. All that power, all of that energy that she was carrying. It was nice for Theo to just give up control to her. But his eyes had a challenge in them, as he bit the bottom of his lips. Thinking about the numbers she was throwing out as she seduced him further with that wickedness in her eyes. That little bite on her own lips as their eyes locked, souls negotiating as he pressed against her asshole. No way. No fucking way could she make that big mac truck fit in that little garage. Slut-club music with some country beat, that's what that pulse her pussy was humming to was, he decided as his eyes dropped from hers to the heart of her power. Watching the muscles of her thighs and calves taut as she crouched twelve inches up. Another groan. His head already stretching the edges of those walls.

"Hundred per inch." He challenge back at her, eyes moving from the divinity that was her cunt, glaze glowing in the light between those lips. Up to her taut belly. Those delicious breasts and her delicious second lips. Then back to those eyes.

Transactional made him feel safe. Safe to feel safe with Penny.
 
The challenge was understood, but what he didn't realize is she planned to walk away with more than $1200 with this stunt. "Fine, but $200 per inch if you nut before I even get halfway down." Make everything a negotiation and Daddy seemed at ease. Playful, teasing and lighthearted is what Theo seemed to need out of her. She was more than happy to oblige.

With that she wedged that first inch in with a gasp, holding out her hand for that first $100 bill. "Pay as you play, Daddy," his little whore teased, holding herself up until that cash was in her hand. Then she took another inch. Another benjamin. The third inch went in.

All that practice had come in handy. While it didn't necessarily feel as good as having him in her cunt, it wasn't hurting her even though there wasn't nearly enough lube involved. It didn't matter she was just loving the look on his face as she showed him what she was capable of. Later she'd tell him how hard she worked to get up to this point. That she had put in the effort for him. Today, that was too romantic though, too personal. Right now she was just a little mocha skinned whore trying to fit twelve inches of primo black cock in her tight ass. And she had never felt freer than she did riding her high halfway down his cock before she would pause.

"Whachu think Daddy? $100/inch low balling it a little?" she challenged back finally.
 
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