“Baby…” Don finally whispered, forcing himself to move back a little. “I’m about to cum.”
“Do it,” I mumbled.
“What?”
“I said do it.”
I wasn’t too good to swallow. In fact, I preferred it.
“Man, quit playing with me and come sit on my face.”
But I wasn’t playing. Just to prove it, I moved my head back and forth a little more, making it impossible for him to move.
“Nova…baby…” his growls grew louder, and I could feel his dick swell in my mouth. Just as I prepared myself to receive him, he quickly moved back and cupped himself in his hand.
“Don,seriously?”
But he didn’t hear me, he was too busy trying to catch the nut that was supposed to be going down my throat. I stared at him, disappointment resting in my eyes. But that didn’t last long.
“Come here,” he demanded as he snatched me into him and forced his mouth against mine. “I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Please do.”
Laughing, he yanked me up from the floor, wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me into the bedroom. As soon as he dropped me on the bed, my walls widened for him, and took in every inch with ease. My body had conformed to his width, no longer questioning if he belonged. He was a perfect fit…wewere a perfect fit.
I shivered as his tongue floated around each one of my breasts, only stopping to give extra attention to my nipples.
I didn’t want him to stop…ever.
The heat between us was strong and his strokes were even stronger. For a moment, I lost myself in the tingly sensation that rained between my thighs.
I dug my nails into his ass cheeks, forcing him to go even deeper. “Damn, I’m about to cum. Please make me cum,” I begged.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up the pace, slamming even harder against me. My pain was his pleasure, and I had no problem feeling every bit of it.
“Fuck, Nova!”
Once again, his growls grew louder, forcing my pussy to latch on to him a little more.
Barely able to breathe, we both let go of everything that was inside of us. The sounds of our juices bounced off the walls, making us aware of our release. Without giving it a second thought, I licked his cheek.
He chuckled. “Your ass is crazy. You’re always licking on me.”
“I like the way you taste.”
Giving me a smirk, he lowered his head and said, “You taste even better, baby.”
* * *
“Did you get my voicemail?”
“Yes, Aunt Patricia, I got it.”
“Okay, well, why didn’t you call me back?”
Staring at my cell as it sat on my work desk, I frowned. “That’s what I’m doing right now.”
“Yeah, but I left you a message last night.”
