I pushed back against his thick wood while edging closer to my peak. I loved the sound of my ass slapping against his bare thighs. The pounding rhythm was firm and constant.
“Oh fuck! Oh my God! You’re gonna make me cum!” I squealed as he continued fucking me with no mercy.
I screamed his name until my voice went hoarse. More of my juices were gushing down my inner thigh as he replaced his thickness with the heat of his tongue, curling his lips around my clit before sucking hard.
“Ahh shit! Yes! Yes!”
Kareem slurped my pussy from behind like a popsicle in the middle of a heatwave. I lost all control of my motor skills and speech as my body quivered helplessly under his tongue’s command.
Just when I was on the verge of cumming again, he slid his dick back inside me, sending me into a dickmatized frenzy. I bounced back against him, wanting to feel every inch of him.
“Mmm, yes. Go deeper, Kareem! You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again!”
“Damn, this pussy feels so fuckin’ good, shawty. That pussy ain’t never been fucked like this before, has it?”
I shook my head, on the edge of exploding. “No! Don’t stop, Kareem. Please don’t stop!”
He obliged, delivering one backshot after another, baptizing his dick in my ocean of desire. He reached around and spread my pussy lips to massage my clit. I tossed my head back against his hard chest with my mouth wide open.
“Ooooh shit! Yes!”
“Stick that fuckin’ tongue out, Sawyer.”
I accommodated his request, panting like a thirsty dog with my tongue out. At that moment, he probably could’ve gotten me to do anything he asked. His dick may as well have been a loaded gun to my head. Kareem leaned forward, placing an X-rated kiss against my lips, sloppy tongue and all.
He lifted my right leg on the arm of the couch and locked both of my arms behind my back before fucking me so good I knew I’d pass out. He buried his erection deep inside of me, edging me to yet another back-breaking explosion.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” I told him, the words sounding foreign as they slipped from my lips.
I watched the sticky, wet rubber hit the ground before taking the tip in my mouth and slobbering on it like a dog to a chew toy.
“Oooh shit, you nasty. Get that dick nice and sloppy,” he instructed while gripping the sides of my face to inch himself deeper down my throat.
His stance was wide and firm as he tapped his dick against the length of my tongue. I wrapped one hand around the base of his dick while the other caressed his balls. My lips curled around his thickness once more, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum.
“Mmm shit, Sawyer,” he groaned. “Suck that shit just like that, shawty. Just like that.”
Hearing my name on his tongue only fueled me to keep sucking until I was certain his soul had left his body. I ran my hands up his rich dark chocolate thighs, sucking harder. I was determined to show him the other set of oral skills I had. Hisfingertips raced through my braids as I continued to work my mouth muscles.
“Fuckkkkkkkk!” Kareem growled, dripping his warm cream into my mouth.
He leaned against the couch for stability as I swallowed his children in one satisfying gulp. Seconds later, a deep chuckle slipped past his lips. “Damn, shawty. I thought you said you drew the line at bodily fluids.”
I smirked. “Guess I just crossed it.”
Against my better judgment,I’d slid up in them fuckin’ cheeks and beat Sawyer’s pussy out the frame. How could I not? All those years I’d spent locked away, I’d gained quite the appetite for a woman as fine as her. It’d been too damn long since I’d laid eyes on a female that wasn’t a dusty-ass CO looking like a busted can of biscuits, let alone touched one. Sawyer was too damn sexy, and her moans were like music to my ears. I’d fantasize about my time with her for many moons to come.
My body came down from the high of busting in her mouth, and before I let shit get any further, I peeled myself off the couch and marched toward the bathroom. The rain was still pouring down in sheets, soaking everything outside to the bone, but I didn’t care. I needed to gather my thoughts away from Sawyer.Being around her had a nigga feelin’ a lil mushy as if Cupid had hit me with too much precision, and I needed to put a safe distance between us. She was . . . beautiful. Dangerous but beautiful.
Her curves. Her long braids. Shit, she could’ve been baldheaded like Eve, and I still wouldn’t give a fuck. She smelled so damn good. Her skin was velvety soft. She was intelligent enough to hold a conversation. And to top it all off, she had the kind of pussy I could eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sawyer was right. Her ass was perfect. I found myself constantly sneaking glances, thanking the man above that he created her just the way he did.
If it had been anybody else’s crib I broke into instead of hers, I probably would’ve been caught a body and been in an even more fucked up situation. Sawyer had shown a nigga a level of hospitality I knew I didn’t deserve. I fucked with her the long way for that.
Nah. I can’t hit it again.I had to remember why I was there in the first place. It wasn’t for some good pussy or to make a love connection. It was simply a place to wait out the storm until it concluded. I turned on the shower and let it run for a couple of minutes. My mind swirled with thoughts of Sawyer, with feelings I couldn’t quite comprehend—fear for how bad I wanted her and excitement of all the freaky shit I might do to her body if given another chance. I loved being deep inside her stomach or watching her leg get to shaking. The two of us together had proven to be diabolical in the bedroom.
When I stepped behind the curtain, I instantly noticed the water temperature wasn’t the same. It was lukewarm at best. No power meant there was a limited supply of hot water. I lathered up the same washcloth I’d used after my workout, not wanting to hear Sawyer nag about me dirtying up all her shit.
I turned around to allow the water to run the soap down my back when I heard the curtain pull back. The cold air hit my skin as my eyes darted over my left shoulder to see Sawyer standing there. She didn’t have to say a word. The look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted a nigga to have her climbing up the walls like Spiderman and shit. She wanted a nigga to dive headfirst in that pussy. She wanted me to drown. And I wanted that too. But just because I wanted to do it didn’t mean I should’ve.
