Maintaining eye contact with him, I created some space between us. My hand went to the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head.
He bit into his bottom lip. “Everything about you is just so fucking perfect.”
“Is it?” I stepped back, because he, of course, started moving toward me.
“Don’t play with me, Caya.” His tone was heavy and his eyes tight.
I couldn’t back up any more, because I was immediately against the couch, and with supernatural speed he was against me.
“Lift your leg and put your foot right here.” He pointed, cornering me and helping me sit on the back of the sofa.
I did as he said, balancing my body enough to give him room.
He pushed his sweats down with one hand and held me in place with the other all while making sure my eyes were on his.
Anticipation trapped my breath while he pushed forward, fingers now finding my opening. Of course I wasn’t wearing underwear. I wasn’t ninety-two percent of the time. I hated them with a passion.
“You gotta breathe, baby,” he said in a taunting-like tone, moving finger by finger along my pussy. He knew what he was doing, with a sinister smile engraved on his lips.
“Shit,” I moaned right before he leaned forward and bit my lip, sucking it. His rough hand rubbed against my center so aggressively, occasionally slipping a finger in and curving it, threatening to end me right there. I was so wet I knew I was leaking. I felt my orgasm just from that motion alone because apparently he did too.
“Don’t cum yet.” He snatched his hand back, stepping forward and stabbing my center ever so slightly.
I wanted to cry out, but the way he thrust into me and swallowed my lips, I couldn’t. It was like this nigga has super speed, the type of shit only seen in the movies. He filled me so deep I had no words.
Then he pulled back, peering down at where we were connected. “You see that?” His eyes glimmered, making me wanna see what he saw, so I looked down.
“Shit,” I cried as soon as I looked down. Knowing what he was doing to me had one effect but seeing it brought out another. It was earth shattering.
“You see that, Cay?” he asked again, this time more guttural and heated. “You see how wet you are for me?”
“Yes, baby, just for you,” I cried out, feeling shivers traveling up and down my spine.
“Only for me,” he growled, rocking into me and hitting a different spot every single time.
I couldn’t respond, my mouth felt like it was permanently stuck open, waiting desperately for his lips…his something.
“Say that shit.” He mashed his lips against mine sloppily while one hand held me in place. It felt like my soul was being pulled from my body and pushed back in each time. I had to be losing it because that wasn’t possible…it couldn’t be. Could it?
I closed my eyes, dropping my head back, feeling the orgasm building. His face was in my neck in seconds, closing the space between us as he wildly ground into me.
Then I felt his teeth, sending the most erotic sensation through my body. His teeth at my neck and his dick drilling inside of me had my body trapped and my mind completely entranced.
“I’m cumming,” I cried and it sent him into overdrive, bottoming into me like he had a point to prove.
“Then do that,” he growled, about to say more but I swallowed his lips, feeling my legs shake and my body shatter.
I came so hard I knew I’d be sore by morning, but I didn’t care. He was right after me, shooting his seed like he was trying to make the twins he asked me for. We were so in sync I just knew he needed a moment. So we sat there, him still inside ofme and my arms around his neck as he put most of his weight on me. I didn’t mind. I welcomed it.
“Yo don’t havemy bedroom pink and shit. Your room is seventeen different peaches.” Rennix lay back against the headboard of his massive bed.
I laughed. “That was random. And my bedroom isn’t that damn colorful. I just like things to match. As a matter of fact, I like the color scheme you have going on in here. Olive and gold, like you’re a king or something.”
He laughed. “I am and you know that.”
“Do I?”
He laughed. “Stop playing with me before you be bent over that fucking couch.”
