I could only moan as I moved up and down. As my gag reflexes got a little more intense, I pulled up and sucked hard on the mushroom-shaped head. He jerked forward an inch and clenched my braids even harder.
As I continued to suck, I felt him getting even harder. I reached over with one hand and began playing with his balls while moving my mouth up and down at a faster pace.
“Sawyer. Oh, fuck, shawty. You about to make a nigga nut.” Then he cried out my name even louder and let himself release into my mouth.
I sucked harder on the tip of his dick after he came, taking the remnants of his soul. His legs shook. He moaned louder and gritted his perfectly straight teeth with an animalistic growl. The way he reacted excited me in ways I couldn’t describe.
“Mmmm, . . . perfect.” I slowly climbed to my feet.
“You’re perfect.” He pulled up his sweatpants so that he could walk freely. “Don’t get comfortable, though, shawty. We’re not done yet.”
“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?” I didn’t move. It was fun playing with him.
I watched him disappear down the hall and heard Butta yip a bit before the door closed again. Kareem reappeared, ripping open the gold foil package and sliding the condom down over his growing erection. He was already getting hard. How was that shit even possible? The way his hands moved had my insides dancing with excitement for what was coming next, or better yet, who was cumming next.
He tugged at my arm to lead me over to the couch so I could straddle him. It was one of my favorite positions. Iloved watching his face whenever we were taken over the edge together.
I knew he needed a little bit longer before he was ready, so I pulled off my sweatpants and moved my bare pussy back and forth over him. After what felt like several minutes, I knew his dick was precisely where I needed it to be. “Sawyer,” he whispered.
Right as I was about to put him inside of me, I heard my phone buzz against the kitchen counter. I’d placed it on the charger before taking Butta out, and it must’ve gotten up enough charge to turn back on. “Ignore it.”
Kareem reached up and placed his hands on either side of my face. “Yeah, fuck that phone.”
He wasn’t wrong.
I reached down in between us and placed him at my core. Then, I pushed down carefully to ensure every inch of him was inside. I made small pulsating movements until he was all the way in.
“I’m not going anywhere for a while.” We started to move together. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He increased the movements. I leaned back and rested my hands on his thighs. The position took him deeper, and I felt the start of my orgasm move through my body.
“Tell me you want more of this dick, shawty,” he demanded.
I could only shake my head in agreement. He reached up and placed a thumb over my clitoris.
“Shit, I—oh, . . . Kareem . . .” His circular movements on me were all I needed. I moved in and out faster. “I—I’m cumming!” I squealed just as it happened.
I screamed his name again, body twitching and convulsing as if I’d been turned into some zombie. Breathless, I leaned forward to drop my forehead against his.
Kareem looked deep into my eyes before wrapping one hand around my throat. “Don’t stop, shawty. Keep fucking this dick.” He rubbed his hand up and down my ass before smacking it. The loud crack of his palm against my skin sent me into overdrive.
I lifted my body and bucked harder and faster against him, learning that the harder I went, the wetter I seemed to get. His dick had turned my pussy into a fountain.
I rested the palms of my hands on his chest. “Oh, shit. Cum with me, Kareem. Cum for me,” I growled into his ear.
“Call me daddy, Sawyer.”
I moaned harder at the sound of his command. “Cum for me, daddy.”
We were moving so fast together, bodies bumping and grinding, and then, after a few more hard pumps, he yelled out my name.
We lay together for several long minutes, both of us still breathing heavily. Then, my phone beeped again.
“You should probably get that this time.” He wrapped his arms around me, slid his hands down over my ass, and squeezed before forcing me to get up.
“Oh, fine. You’re no fun.” I rolled over and let my back fall onto the other side of the couch.
“What are you talking about? I’m the very definition of fun.” He sat up and made his way into the bathroom. “Case in point, your throbbing ass pussy.”
I placed my hands on my cheeks and giggled. “Shut up.”
