“Back that ass up, and spread them cheeks,” Silas commanded, with every intention of delivering the highest pinnacles of pleasure to her body.
For the first time all night, Nuri disobeyed Silas’ command. He had her fucked up if he thought she wasn’t going to embed a piece of herself into his long-term memory the way he’d done to her. With no words passed between them, Nuri maintained eye contact as she reached forward to massage his toffee-colored rod. It was no less than eleven inches, and pretty as fuck.
“Let me taste you first,” Nuri stated more than asked, pushing him back slightly so she could squat to her knees.
“Shit, baby,” Silas voiced, leaning his head backwards.
Nuri swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick, savoring the taste of the precum that coated her tongue. “Mmhm,” she moaned, taking him in deeper. She used her right hand to massage his shaft, while her left caressed his balls.
Silas looked down, and Nuri’s eyes were still focused on him. He was impressed by the sloppy-toppy she was delivering. “That’s right, do that shit just like that,” he encouraged, and she took the tip of his dick to meet her tonsils.
“Gotdamn, baby,” Silas rasped while his toes curled tightly into the carpet. “Fuck you tryna do? Let a nigga open that pussy up.”
This time Nuri listened.
She rose to her feet, climbed back inside Silas’ california king bed, arched her back, and spread her ass cheeks. The second she rested her face on the mattress, Silas smacked her ass, sending electric currents through her body—kissing it right after.
“Stop playin’ and gimmie that dick, Si?—”
Her whining was cut short the second Silas pushed inside of her sopping-wet pussy.
“Shiiii….t!”
“Spread them cheeks, or I’ma stop.” Silas threatened, slapping her ass again, then massaging the burn he knew she felt. “Freaky ass like this shit don’t chu?” Silas asked, sliding in and out, allowing her time to get used to his thick, long dick. “Twirl that ass on this dick the way you was doin’ at the club.”
Silas squeezed then massaged her ass, then reached up to caress the lower region of her back as he dug deeper inside her guts. He gave her slow strokes.
Round & Round.
Up & Down.
In & Out.
Slow, deep, and consistently, he drilled inside of her gushy, compact opening until he felt her match his strokes.
“Good girl… Throw that good ass pussy back at me,” Silas coached, smacking her ass, loving the way her shit rippled like a tidal wave. Gripping her waist tighter, he quickened his pace. “Pussy mine!”
“Yes, Daddy! It’s yours forever,” Nuri damn near cried out in pleasure.
Silas impulsively reached forward and grabbed a handful of Nuri’s hair with his right hand, pulling her back just enough to lightly choke her with his left; then spoke directly into her ear. “Play wit’ me if you want to, Nuri. You betta fuckin’ mean that shit?”
Silas was working her body over with so much fucking skill, Nuri had no other choice but to surrender. He was the epitome of the ‘gotdamn real,’ because one thing was absolute in the moment they were gliding through—she wasn’t fucking nobody else.
“I m…mea—” she stuttered while cumming on his dick.
“Say that shit loud!” Silas commanded, on the verge of bussing all in her shit.
“I mean it, Si! This pussy belongs to you!” Nuri proudly confessed.
“Fuck!” Silas growled, giving her three more lethal strokes before pulling out completely. “Get it, bae,” Silas instructed.
Nuri quickly scurried to her knees, and sucked the soul out of his dick. Silas climaxed, and Nuri swallowed every drop.
The Morning After…
The sound of running water whispered through the bedroom, soft but steady, like it was calling her. Nuri stirred from the kind of sleep that didn’t come often. The kind that pulled you in deep, made your body forget its weight. The kind that came after getting your soul stroked and your body handled. She lay there wrapped in Egyptian cotton and sin, still tasting Silas on her tongue, still feeling him deep in places he’d touched the night before. She’d fucked her psychology professor.
Fine ass, mysterious, Professor Silas Sullivan…Truth be told…She didn’t regret shit. It was indeed a wild night that Nuri wouldn't mind reliving. Everything about Silas was forbidden, but that element alone made Nuri want him more. Perhapsshe would have been able to maintain without him had she never experienced him, but now that she had, there was no turning back. She was in too deep. She blinked at the ceiling, head resting against a pillow that smelled like cologne and contentment, and processed the wild, beautiful truth of what had happened.
