My mouth gaped open and sounds of pleasure escaped my throat. Every suck and kiss turned me on, even when it hurt he kissed my neck to soothe the ache. I’m almost certain by morning, my cinnamon complexion will have burgundy colored passion marks all over it, mimicking small bruises. Drill always went overboard every time, it was in his nature.
“Ahhhh,” I shrieked, feeling him suck a little harder than he should’ve. “Shiiit!”
“Damn bae,” he groaned and pulled back. His tongue swiped his lips, and that same lust filled look he gave me, made me want to melt through the covers and through the floor. It was panty wetting.
“I’m ‘bout to go to work on yo ass girl.” He released a sinister chuckle and propped his leg on the bed. His manicured feet were by my face.
Determination was written all over his face as he grabbed his meaty dick, positioning it at my pussy hole. When the thought dawned on me, I froze and moved my hands away from my ankles to put them on his stomach, pausing him.
“Wait, Drill, wait!”
His brows furrowed in a deep V, and the sharp look in his eyes spoke volumes of his annoyance. “What’s the matter?”
I sighed, not knowing how he’d feel, but from day one we never used protection. I wanted to change that. “A condom.” I murmured. “We have to start using condoms Drill.”
“A condom? The fuck done got into you? Since when do I ever strap up when it comes to fucking you? A change of scenery got you losing all yo fuckin’ common sense. I’m ‘bout to fuck it back in you though, don’t worry bae.”
“But—”
To get me to shut up, he thrusted his hips forward and stroked me, not giving me time to adjust to his length and girth. My eyes bucked open, and my mouth parted. “Ahhhh fuuuuuuuck,” I shrieked. “Drill slow down?—”
His body grinding into my lower half, it was evident that he wasn’t trying to settle. He knew no matter how many times a day we fucked, he had to ease his dick inside of me. Nine inches of man is too much to handle for me. The dildo’s I owned weren’t even this big. Six inches is enough for me to take, but if I admitted that to Drill, he’d clown me for fucking little dick niggas.
“This pussy so fucking good bae, and you fucking wondering why.” He groaned and wrapped his hands around my neck, still fucking me, showing no mercy.
Our skin slapping filled the room, accompanied by my guttural moans. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he deep stroked me. I wasn’t in the position to fuck back, and I hated when he did this. Fucking from the back, I could run. Riding his dick, I could take how much I wanted to before he called me out on it.
When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me. Our brown eyes played ping-pong, and he never stopped fucking me. “This another Drill session baby, stop acting like you can’t take this dick.” Pecking my lips, he stuck his tongue inside of my mouth and started sucking on mine. While moaning into my mouth, he let my neck go and ran his finger across my scalp. “Tell me you don’t feel this shit,” he grunted. “I know you fucking feel it baby.”
Drill lifted his head and continued grinding into me. When he put the other foot on the bed, I lost it. Looking down, if I could capture a snapshot of his dick going in and out of me, coated in cum, I’d do it. Every time he inched out of me, he filled me up quickly, making his balls slap my pussy.
“Hmmmm, Drill,” I whimpered. “I feel it baby, I feel it.”
Slapping me on the thigh, he bit down on his bottom lip and continued pumping into me. “Better act like you fucking know! I’ll fucking kill you and then kill myself over this good, tight ass shit, girl. You don’t know what the fuck you working with baby.”
“Drill,” I gasped as my stomach caved in. “It’s in my stomach! I can feel it in my fucking stomach,” I shrieked.
“That’s where the fuck it go,” he moaned. “You ain’t got nowhere to fucking run, huh?” He chuckled.
Jolts of electricity shocked me as I rode the first wave. This was too much to handle and if this was his way of fucking some common sense into me, he did just that. I felt my juices spurt out my pussy and rain down to my asshole.
“I’m making this pretty pussy cum ain’t I baby? Daddy doin’ you a fucking favor,” he muttered against my lips.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he continued to pound the bottom of the pussy. I rode the first wave, and the second one was making its entrance. My toes started curling and I knew the fuck faces I was making were ugly, but I didn’t give a fuck. This nigga had my fat ass balled up, looking like a cooked cornish hen. My whole life I thought good sex comes from upper echelon type niggas or a blue collar brotha but no, Drill proved that theory wrong and all of those assumptions got washed down the drain. Good dick comes from a nigga with bowed legs and a limp walk, with improper grammar and thug mentality.
He bent his head down again and held on to my ankles, but I knew better than to let them go. As he sucked on my neck, I tilted my head to give him better access as he continued to drill my pussy, never missing a stroke; drilling my g-spot, helping me reach the top. He only stopped kissing my neck momentarily to mumble something, then he’d kiss it again. That notion continued for a few more minutes until I asked him what he was mumbling under his breath.
“Baby names, Princess, baby names,” he uttered again once more.
“W-what,” I stammered in a confused state.
“I’m finna put a baby in you.” He moaned. His low moans and grunts were music to me, besides the stirring macaroni noises his dick was making my pussy make.
“I’m ‘bout to nut baby,” he stated, above a whisper. “I’m about to fuckin’ nut girl.”
“Me too baby, me too,” I whimpered.
My chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath. I was close to cumming with him. I’d already held out, because this one would be big. I was on the verge of combusting and when I felt him bite my shoulder, I knew he was cumming too. He pumped me a little harder, drilling my shit, balls slapped against my pussy before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body stilled.
