Page 6 of He Snatched My Soul
“I couldn’t ever hurt something as beautiful as you,” he assured me and sealed his response with a kiss.
He grabbed a condom from his pocket and tossed it on the bed. He then picked me up and laid me down on the bed before sliding my soaked thong down my thighs. My heart pounded in my chest as he removed my shoes and hovered over me. His naked, warm body felt good against my skin. He took his time exploring my body, from my neck, breasts, and down my stomach until he reached the treasure between my legs, and spreading my thighs wide. Taking a big whiff of my scent before running the tip of his tongue down my slit. My body tensed when he sucked my clit into his mouth, lapping it gently.
“Shit, Blessss!” I hissed as I palmed the back of his head and fucked his face.
Damn, this nigga lived up to his name because he was definitely blessing this pussy with his tongue. He was eating me out so good that I wanted to pull my own damn hair out. Just as I thought his tongue was too much, he thrusted his finger inside of me, then another one, pushing me to the limits. A series of pleasure shot through me, and my stomach muscles tightened as I yelled and called out to the highest of heavens.
“Fuck, Modesty. This is some of the best pussy I have ever tasted,” he praised, sucking and slurping on my pussy.
When he added a third finger, I was done. I bucked against his hand as I erupted at a lightning speed. Bless didn’t stop as I poured my soul into his mouth, riding out my first orgasm. Removing his fingers, I watched as he sucked my sweet cream that had leaked down his hands. He made sure to not leave a drop as I rested there, trying to get my breathing undercontrol, as this nigga with the devil tongue didn’t know he had just taken me to the mountaintop.
As he placed the condom over his hard dick, I got lost in his hard, defined chest, which was wet from my juices that leaked from his beard. I knew there was no turning back. This was it, but first, I had to get a taste of that chocolate dick. Snatching the condom off and tossing it to the floor, I got on my knees in front of him. He watched me as I wrapped my mouth around his thick mushroom head. He hissed, palming the back of my head as I deep-throated him. His dick tasted so good. The fact that this was out of the norm for me, fucking a stranger, made the moment even more erotic.
I gathered enough saliva in my mouth so I could receive more of him. Spit leaked out the side of my mouth because his dick was so big. Halfway down his length, I felt my throat tense up, so I pulled back and took him in a little slower this time.
“Mmm!” I moaned when I tasted his pre-cum.
He released a throaty grunt as his grip got tighter on my hair and ended with “fuck.”
I got a little more aggressive before I was awarded with his creamy liquid down my throat.
Bless told me to lay on my back while he retrieved another condom. Without having to be told twice, I laid on my back and spread my legs wide, holding them at the ankles. It didn’t take long before he was back between my legs with his dick at my opening. I shut my eyes, preparing to be filled with the best dick of my life. And the best dick it was. Bless and I fucked each other like we were competing for an award. I rode him from the front before switching to cowgirl, taking him to heights as he did me. Never have I had a man moan my name in pure ecstasy. I could tell Bless had never had a woman take control in the bedroom. The way he kept trying to keep me on my back told it all, but I wasn’t having it.
We fucked and sucked on each other until we both were detached in sweat. Wrapped in his arms, my head on his chest, I drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the sex of our eventful night. I have thought about Jamian often. I wondered what would’ve come of us if we had exchanged numbers.
“I’m so jealous right now. You get to go to Montego Bay while I’m stuck working,” Jayla stated, breaking into my trip down memory lane.
Jayla and I had been friends since high school. We met when she moved to Melville from Kentucky with her parents. She was the shy girl in junior high school, and never talked to anyone. One day, I saw her sitting at the table in the lunchroom by herself and I went over to talk to her. We clicked after a few minutes of talking, finding out we shared the same love for fashion. We have been besties since.
“I told you that you could come. It would be fun. We could hit up the clubs. And it’s Festive Week over there. This weekend, they are having this annual beach party. I know it’s going to be all that.”
“I wish. But you know my boss is not trying to give me two weeks off. Not right now, anyway. I just came back from visiting my parents for a week.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just not looking forward to dealing with Jamian.” I rolled my eyes.
“If I were you, I’ll let that nigga scratch that itch that Ryan ain’t scratching. That white boy ain’t even fucking you right, friend. That’s why you are so moody all the damn time,” she laughed and I kissed my teeth
Ryan is my on-again-off-again boyfriend. Right now, we are in between, if that makes sense. I guess I can say that we are working our way towards being in a relationship. We met at myfavorite coffee spot over a year ago. He’s a lawyer and owns his own law firm. We tried to be exclusive, but his work schedule got in the way of us having a relationship. Don’t get me wrong, Ryan is a good man. He’s handsome, educated, and has a great job. He is just horrible in bed. I don’t want a man calling me derogatory names during sex, but nigga don’t be scared of the pussy. I want some rough sex sometimes, dammit! Pull my hair, slap my ass, something! Missionary is all Ryan likes to do. He never lets me get on top, nor does he do doggy style. He likes to take control in the bedroom, and I don’t mind that. Just switch things up.
I cut my eyes at her. “I am not moody all the time. Work has me stressed sometimes. And hell no, I wouldn’t fuck that cocky-ass nigga again if he was the last man on earth.” I was feeling salty.
“Modesty, you need to live a little. Go on and let that man crack that pussy open.” she cackled.
“Jayla, you're really pushing it. I’m not that desperate for some dick.” I frowned.
“Shiddd! Send his fine ass my way. I’ll gladly ride that pony.” She stuck her tongue out as she twerked on the barstool.
“Girl, sit your ass down! You are gaining an audience.” I looked around, embarrassed.
The bar we were at was a laidback spot. A lot of corporate people come here because of that. Jayla would turn up anywhere, though. She didn’t care where or who was around. You wouldn’t think this is the same girl I met in high school.
“Psst! I ain’t worried about these stuck-up ass people.” She waved me off. “Bitch! We need to hit the mall. You are going to beautiful-ass Jamaica! You are going to need some bathing suits and outfits for the club.”
“Now I can do the beach festival, but I’m good on the club scene. I’ll be there by myself, and sex trafficking is real.”
The bartender came over with two more shots of tequila, sitting one in front of me and Jayla.
