Page 21 of He Snatched My Soul
“No, you don’t have to do that.” She took a deep breath.
“I know, but I want to.” I stroked the side of her cheek.
I picked up the lavender shampoo she had sitting on the ground next to her and poured some into the palm of my hand. When Modesty turned around, I had to do everything in my power not to stare at her ass. She held her head back, and I began washing her hair. As I massaged her scalp, I could tell it was feeling good from the soft moans that escaped her mouth. Suddenly, she turned around and crashed her lips to mine, catching me off guard. It wasn’t enough for me to stop our heated make out session, though, or from me palming a handful of her ass like basketballs.
When Modesty slipped her tongue in my mouth, that was all it took for me to take things a further. I unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. I sucked on her left nipple because I knew that was her spot. She hissed when I bit down gently before sucking on it like a baby’s pacifier. She freed my dick from my shorts and gripped it. Her soft hands felt good wrapped around my pole, and she began jerking me off. My dick was so hard, ready to be buried deep in her guts until she screamed bloody murder.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel her wet pussy wrapped around my dick like I needed my next breath. I picked her up, and she wrapped her thighs around me as I carried her over to the gazebo that had a bed inside. I laid her on her back as she watched me through heavy eyes when I dropped my shorts, along with my boxers. My dick sprang out like a jack in the box and stood at attention.
“I would eat that sweet-ass pussy first, but you ain’t gonna play me like you did before. I’ma beat that pussy up, then I’m going to suck the soul out cha.”
She found that shit funny. “Fuck the foreplay. I want the dick.” She was blunt, eyeing me flirtatiously.
“Say less.” I lay on the bed. “Come ride this mutafucka, then.”
Modesty straddled my waist, sitting that hot pussy on my stomach. Her essence was leaking down on me, calling me to lick that shit. I gripped her neck and pulled her down to taste those sweet lips. I never craved a woman as much as I craved Modesty. She just did something to me that I couldn’t explain. While we played tongue tag, she lined my dick up to her hole. She moaned as she eased down on just my tip before pulling it back out. She did that a few times, teasing me, letting me feel how hot and wet she was, and I damn near wanted to bust.
“Fuck, shorty,” I grunted.
She planted her feet on the bed, slowly taking in just the head of my dick before shorty started twerking on my shit. The dance she was doing on my dick was something serious. If this is what niggas meant when they wanted to put the tip in, I was now on Team Tip. Modesty looked me in the eyes and stopped moving. She slowly dropped down, sucking my whole dick into her sugary walls. She plummeted her head back with that juicy bottom lip tucked between her teeth in total bliss. I grabbed her waist and slammed her down on me until I was buried deep inside her. She inhaled sharply but took every inch like a pro. On God, I was ready to bust from the way her pussy tightened around my dick.
“Mmmm, shit! Jamian!” she cried out.
“Mhm, good-ass pussy.” I smacked her ass and pounded that pussy with no mercy. I didn’t let up as her moans got loud. I didn’t give a fuck if the people in the next villa heard us.
“It’s too much, baby. Ease up. Shit!” she whimpered. The more I pounded her middle, the more her pussy gushed.
“Nah, take this dick. You been fucking teasing me, trying to make me jealous with that dreadhead-ass nigga. I’m about to show you how the fuck I get down.” I started fucking her from the bottom with more disciplined strokes, and her cream flowed down my nuts.
“Ooohhh… Fuck! That feels sooo good!” she whined.
Modesty began bouncing that ass faster. She must have those Megan Thee Stallion knees because baby girl was working the hell out of them legs.
This nigga’s dick was made for me. Every curve of his shaft touched places in me that I never knew existed. My stomach, my heart, and my whole body felt the way he was giving me all his inches. This nigga put on his boots and brought lunch because he was working the fuck out of this pussy. The view of the beautiful sunset over the ocean and Jamian stretching me to capacity imprinted this moment on my soul.
I wrapped my hands around his neck to steady myself as I rode him hard. Even with us being outside, I don't know what was louder, the waves hitting the beach or my pussy wetting his dick. I met his powerful thrusts and our bodies were doing a dick and pussy two-step. I felt the rhythm in my stomach as my muscles contracted, and a rush of molten heat flooded my body.
“I’m cumming!” I yelled.
“Let that shit go, baby,” this nigga demanded.
Jamian sat up and latched onto my left nipple. I moaned, circling my hips as my orgasm ripped through me like atsunami. My eyes began to roll to the back, and my legs shook uncontrollably like a baby lamb. My heart was beating so fast because I never had an orgasm so powerful before in my fucking life.
Breathing heavily, Jamian flipped my ass over like a pancake, putting me on my back. We both stared at each other through lust-filled eyes as he hovered over me, breathing deeply like we ran a marathon. His eyes bore into me was like he was staring deep into my soul. Feeling my heart skip a beat, I shied away because I didn’t understand the feelings running through me.
Feeling his hand gently on my chin, I looked back at him. “What’s wrong, baby? You want me to stop?” He peppered kisses down my neck.
I shook my head.
“That is not a clear answer for me, Modesty. If you want to stop, just let me know right now.” He bit his lip as he rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my slit. He wasn’t playing fair.
“Too late for that…” I paused, then looked down at his shaft that was covered with my essence, then back up at him. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, you're right. Now, let’s continue this inside. It’s hotter than a muthafucka out here.”
Before heading upstairs to Jamian's bedroom, we stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a few bottles of water from the fridge and a bowl of fruit. I made sure to grab my phone and shower gel from my room. I wanted to listen to some music while I showered. Jamian's room was just as big as mine, with a bigger bed, larger balcony, and beautiful art decorating the beige walls. His bed was neatly made and nothing was out of place. I could tell he was a neat freak.Surprising.
“Come shower with me.” He had a blunt in one hand and a bottle of Hennessy in the other.
