“I’m not cumming. Till you cream my dick.”
It was slow. Almost silent. The line between a promise and a threat. And it made me drip like a faulty tap. My lips parted. The room was suddenly hot, the air tight… I needed my mouth to breathe.
He came to me, kissed me slowly, tugged on my lower lips. Then his lips were at my ear. Licking damp trails, blowing hot air, nibbling on my lobes. Goosebumps popped over my skin, my nipples rose needy, and hot slickness rolled down my southern petals to my thighs.
“Babe. Pleeeaaase”
“Let me tattoo your pussy with pleasure. Do you understand, Girl?”
The words, whispered into my ear on a gruff voice etched with desire had me mindless and whimpering. I was going to say something but he was lifting us up, me in his arms. He walked to the sitting room, sat on a dining chair and placed me on him reverse cowgirl; his handsome ebony rod pulsing, sandwiched between my thighs.
His fingers stroked my nipples, rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. His waist moved, slid his dick across my clit and back.
“Fuck me.”
I was an aching mass desperately needing his cock in my pussy so I parted my thighs over his hips, and raised up to receive him. His hand on my waist stilled me.
“Open your eyes. Watch when you claim my body. Own my soul. I want you to own my soul”
I looked up and our reflection stared back from the mirror. My jaw fell open. His fingers were back at my nipples, his lips kissing my neck, and I was helpless against the desperate desire that slid my pussy down on his cock. Inch by slow inch, till he was hilted balls deep.
Oh sweet bloody fuck!
He leaned my body backwards, curved his left hand around my waist to hold me to him, bent his head and closed his mouth over my right nipple. I bit my lower lip, feeling a craze snake up my spine; and his right hand stole down to my clit; the rough pads of his fingers stroking me mindless. Watching him make love to me, his dick strolling in to me and emerging glistening with my cream like ice-cream on a dark cone… Ooh. Damn. Lawd! It was too much. I closed my eyes.
He bit my nipple sharply; raked his teeth on the buds screaming pleasure on my areola, and my lashes flew open. I was moaning, whimpering, begging. His cock slid in slick, emerged glistening, and his name was a religious chant on my lips begging worship.
“CUM. ON. MY. DICK.”
My legs were shaking and I was fucking him back like my life depended on it. I whined my waist; made all his African thickness shine the walls of my Congo Waterfalls; my beads chiming rhythm as our bodies met, clapped.
I was on the verge of something, my toes curling upwards, my senses zeroing on our bodies and the wild current racing through me.
“Oh sweet lawd… fuck me Baby… Please Baby”
I was fucking him faster, deeper, begging for what I had no clue. Water leaked from my eyes because darn dick was snatching my soul and I wanted him to have it. Oh sweet baby chisooos! Dick so good me it consumed me like religion. He slid in deep and hard, rolled and bit my nipples, raced a circle around my clit.
One minute I was clenching his thighs, and the next my nails were digging into them, my scream in the air as I tumbled and fell off the plateau of desire; my insides jagging, pussy spasming, and his thick cock pulsing gooey deliciousness into my depths, their hot spurts tipping me into orgasmic oblivion.