The kiss was never broken as I straddled his lap. He grew right under me causing a heartbeat to form. My breathing had become heavy and the crave to feel him had become aching. How could a woman deny him when he handed her an easy life on a silver platter? How couldIgo another day without rewarding him for being so patient and protective? This was all I could offer, and I knew how much this muthafucka between my legs was worth.
Reaching underneath, I grabbed his wood and positioned it at my opening. Before I could ease him inside, he held onto my waist stopping me from doing so. “Once you sit on this muthafucka, ain’t no turning back, My Baby. Be sure this what you want.”
“Now’s not the time to be a gentleman, Royce. I’m trying to fuck myhusband,and you won’t let me.”
A low chuckle roared in his chest as a smirk pierced his lips. He had no business being that damn fine. Every tattoo on his body complimented his features. The one thing I liked the most was when his locs were soaked and clinging to his body. I had a hard time diverting my gaze away from the many streams of water that ran down his chest and back. It was oddly pleasing to watch.
His grip shifted from my waist to my ass giving the assistance I didn’t know I needed. Each time I rose up and came down taking in more of him, I gasped. Royce was far from average. The dick I was preparing to cum on would rearrange everything in you. Mind you, that was just an assumption from how long and wide he was. I knew the confirmation was moments away.
I didn’t stop moving until I was at the base of his shaft. He felt so fuckin’ good inside of me that I didn’t want to rush shit. With him sucking on my neck, gripping my cheeks, and filling me up, I felt like the only woman that was winning.
“You know you just fucked up, right?”
“It wasn’t a fuck up if it was done intentionally, baby.” I’d yet to open my eyes and it had been minutes since he sat comfortably between my wet walls.
The slow grind had my body on cloud nine and Royce didn’t make it any better lingering on to every move like he wouldn’t experience it again. I thought it would be the way he handled me that had my mind gone but it was the way he moaned in my ear from how good I felt to him. He was breaking me down just from being an expressive man.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned softly as I cuffed a handful of his hair.
“Tell me what this dick doing, My Baby.”
I wanted to. I really did, but it was so hard to form a sentence. Royce always had a baritone but damn hearing him speak while touching my cervix was lethal. He kept his tone at an octave just for me, and I heard him crystal clear.
“You ain’t answering me, baby, and I don’t like that.”
He stood with me still attached refusing to let go. My legs wrapped around his waist as he moved us to the back wall. His bathroom was built much like the one in the guest bedroom but larger. I envied how many times he was able to take a bath in that tub just for relaxation.
“I can’t think straight right now, Royce.”
“Why? ‘Cause dick all in yo’ stomach?”
Mouth was gaped open the second he began to thrust against my walls. He was fuckin’ me like he was mad but even then, I still felt the gentleness behind it. “Yesssss,” I hissed.
My walls clenched around his shaft and his grip on my ass was still tight. He wasn’t letting me go anytime soon. With my face buried in his chest, I nibbled on his skin every time his thick mushroom head rubbed against my g-spot. It was crazy the way he was punishing it. You would think my pussy betrayed him or something the way he wouldn’t get up off my spot.
The creamy fluids I harbored coated his dick with each stroke. Finally, he honored my silent request. Satisfaction was gradually filling me up. Still hemmed against the wall, nothing changed for him. I still had his attention. Normally with Cojak, he’d ride me until he was done and that was the end. It was an ongoing race with him. Get you before he gets him ‘cause what you wanted didn’t matter.
However, Royce was allowing me to get me over and over again. The assault on my pussy started a leakage that wouldn’t stop. Little by little I felt my body grow weak as my cum dripped uncontrollably. I was holding on for dear life and all this man could do was make sure my walls were stretched to his liking, taking all of him, and moaning with pleasure.
“I knew this shit was ‘bout to make a nigga go crazy,” he moaned.
“You ain’t know shit,” I taunted. I wore a smirk as his compliment looped through my thoughts. He came in this shit jut as blind as I did.
“I know this dick making you cum effortlessly. I also know where the fuck my kids ‘bout to go.”
Having this nigga show my pussy no mercy and then tell me he wasn’t pulling out didn’t do a damn thing but make me yearn for it. My tongue traced his tattoos as he pounded my box out the frame from underneath. All I felt were the veins that outlined his evenly toned manhood and the firmness it held while drilling me. There were a million things I could name that felt good to a bitch, but Royce sat at the top of that list.
“Don’t cum in me, Royce,” I tried protesting.
“I’m gon’ nut in this pussy every time, My Baby. This my shit now and a nigga ain’t ever pulling out.”
I would hope not.
That fast, he was getting me to change my no to more kids to give me all of his. It could’ve been from how I melted against himor how he personally introduced me to ecstasy. Either way, I was asking for all of him anytime a session surfaced moving forward.
The pace of his strokes fastened letting me know he was near. However, so was I. He hadn’t let up on attacking my g-spot and now I was on the verge of releasing another round of fluids. The deeper he went the easier it was to cum.
“Ooouuu, fuck! I’m cummin’,” I cried out.
