She put her arm up, trying to touch him. Malik caught her hand, and used it to dig deeper into her. “Malik…baby…” she was delirious.
“Yea, this that dirty Crescent shit! You want my pain, don’t you?” She nodded. “Good, cause I need your pleasure.”
Tears leaked from her eyes. “Give me you and you can have me.”
Her promise felt real…too damn real. So real that the blood from his toes traveled up his body reaching the head of his dick where he blasted off. Being inside of her felt too good to pull out, so he didn’t, and Aku wasn’t complaining.
When he collapsed beside her, she smirked before climbing on top of him.
She got on top, knees planted firmly on either side of his hips, and she started riding him like she was born for it. Slow at first, teasing him…riding just the tip before sinking all the way down until her ass met his thighs.
Malik’s head fell back against the pillow, jaw tight, eyes low as he watched her take him in over and over. Her body glistening with sweat under the moon’s glow shining through the window. Her bob was wild now, strands clinging to her face as she bounced, one hand pressed to his chest for balance, the other tugging at her own breast like she needed more than just what he was giving.
“You tryna kill me, huh?” he breathed, voice rough as gravel, hands gripping her hips like he was hanging on for dear life.
Aku leaned in, her lips brushing his, her breath hot and heavy. “Not tryna do nothin’ but feel all of you.”
“Pussy too good,” he said with his eyes closed.
“Oh yea?” Aku’s legs shook while she grinded her dripping wet pussy against his flaccid dick as it started to rise again.
Peeking at her through one eye, Malik cheesed. “Oh, you on demon time.”
“Always,” she declared, grabbing his dick and sinking down on it. She moaned his praises while riding him slow.
Malik yanked her down, suckling on her pebbled nipples. “Everything about you, fire…on cuh.”
“Tell me more.” Aku loved when a man talked her through it, ’cause she was a talker. She praised men while they were inside of her. Devin had once told her she was a siren with her mouth.
She pulled back a little to get the leverage she needed to ride his dick like a cowgirl at the rodeo. “Your voice so sexy to me…talk to me baby.”
She rocked her hips while still riding his dick up and down.
“Touch me…I like the way your hands feel on my body.”
“Damn, Aku,” Malik’s eyes rolled into the back of his head,
She took him to the base, grinding her hips in tight, slow circles that had them both cussing and shaking. Every roll of her body pulled a moan from his chest. She loved it…loved the way he stared up at her like she was the only thing that existed.
“Fuck, Aku…” Malik hissed, his fingers digging deeper into her skin. “You tryna keep this dick forever, huh?”
She laughed, low and wicked, her eyes never leaving his. “That’s the plan.”
She rode him harder. No hesitation, just heat. Skin slapping, slick and loud, mixed with moans and curses that sounded like prayers. He filled her up so good it made her see stars. She could feel every twitch, every vein, every inch of him deep inside her.
“Say my name,” she panted, nails raking down his chest.
“Shit…Aku,” he groaned, sitting up enough to suck on her nipple again, tongue rough and wet as she fucked him through it. “This mine?”
She grabbed his face, forced his eyes to hers. “Ain’t nobody else even close.”
And he believed her. He felt it in the way she moved, in the way her pussy squeezed him like it never wanted to let go. Her pleasure, his pain. His pain, her rhythm. It all blended until there was no line between love and lust—just her riding him on a journey to somewhere dangerous and divine.
She leaned in, lips ghosting over his. “You feel like gravity…”
His breath caught in his throat making him cough a little.
She smiled, with her hips still rolling.
