The food was swept off the table onto the floor. In this moment, I couldn’t bitch about the mess he made. The one upstairs was taken care of by the time I woke up this morning, so he heard what I said. He was just stubborn. However, right now, he had one thing on his mind. Making acquaintances with my perfectly waxed pussy.
I was sat on top of the table with my lingerie being ripped apart. My breast was exposed as well as my six pack and his eyes showed nothing but lust. The way he looked at me was like no other man had. I could feel the need for me underneath his touch. To be so firm yet so gentle at the same time took skill. He touched me with a purpose.
Kisses were applied to my neck causing me to close my eyes briefly and enjoy it. Black did some horrible things but damn this felt so right. The laced thong that covered my wooha was also ripped from my canvas in one swift motion. I underestimated his strength for sure.
“Can yo’ body handle this, Brat?” he questioned barely above a whisper. His tone had my pussy leaking like a faucet.
“It can handle you, Black,” I answered bringing his mouth to mine. I hated kissing anyone that didn’t belong to me. However, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Towering over me and squeezing me every few seconds as he tried to swallow my tongue whole was the one thing I didn’t think would have me so clouded. He tasted good but felt better. I couldn’t hold back the moans escaping from my throat into his.
Breaking the kiss, he flopped down in his seat keeping his eyes on my chest. Pulling in his bottom lip, my feet were placed on the arm rest of the wooden chair. My chest heaved up and down as the many thoughts flooded my mind. It had been quite some time since I had a man take his time devouring the feast I held between my legs.
“Let me see how pretty she is,” he commanded.
My legs fell to the side with my pussy looking back at him. I could feel my juices seeping from my opening as the seconds went by. If anything had his attention, it was how wet I was. That was a shocker for myself as well.
“Rub one out.”
“Now, why would I do that when you can eat it out of me?” I challenged.
Smirking, he sat up in his chair, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and dove in. My head fell back the second his warm tongue glazed over my folds. I quivered under this niggas flesh wanting to ride his face for stability.
“Oouu, shit,” I moaned softly.
Hell done froze over because of me. Cheyonne, he’s eating them words right out of you right now.
“Yo’ spoiled ass taste good as fuck.” Speaking against my lips was cruel. It sent a slight vibration through them causing a chill to occur.
Smiling, I applauded myself for getting him off his square so fast. He was invested and so was I. However, I would be able to walk away with no remorse. I was hoping he could do the same.
“Make me cum, Black.” I wanted nothing more from him.
“The fuck you think I’m ‘bout to do. Rushing me and shit like I don’t know what this pussy wants,” he said slipping two fingers inside of my canal.
My walls were gently massaged as my clit was catered to. I refused to lay back. Watching him absorb my fluids as they were produced was the best thing I ever observed. My dark thighs against his bright red cheeks were the perfect view. When he looked up at me, my heart skipped a beat. This man was enjoying me and his expression solidified it. It was nothing but pure satisfaction in his eyes.
As my tongue glossed my dry lips, his flexed up and down making my pearl the center of attention. Those two fingers were still inside of me now curled giving my g-spot the kind of harassment a girl begged for. We found a rhythm and stuck with it. My body rocked against his face with his moans being muffled underneath. I couldn’t ask for a better eater.
Whoever you eating on a regular is one lucky bitch.
With my walls contracting, breathing no longer stable, I knew what was to come. He was a man of his word. I didn’t expect that to change. The longer he held my pussy hostage, the closer I got to releasing that addicting substance. My nipples became his point of torture as he sucked the life out of me throwing me over the edge.
“Fuuuuck!” I cried out as every ounce of cum was exuded. A handful of his locs were gripped and he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he let me hear how gratified he was by the many moans he let slip.
When he sat back, I watched my fluids drip from his chin. He wore a smile so proud, I almost regretted the choices I plannedon making tonight. Everything about this nigga had me in a trance. From the way he looked at me to the way he ate my pussy off the bone, I knew there was a high chance of us switching places and me being out for the count.
“You good?” he inquired.
Nodding, I tried to rest and catch my breath but was quickly pulled back into his lap. Somewhere in the mist of all this, he’d gotten undressed freeing the tool that would rearrange my guts. I felt nothing but hard dick between my folds. I couldn’t deny how good this nigga felt because it would be nothing more than a lie.
“Answer me when I talk to you Brat. A nigga asked if you was good?” It was hard to answer when my body was damn near craving more of him. The physical contact was more than what I prepared myself for. I went to nod again when the back of my neck was gripped and squeezed tightly. “You a big girl. Open yo’ mouth, or do I need to help you with that, too?”
“I’d rather you help me,” I said not passing up the opportunity to taste him in my mouth. Was I quiet and laid back? Yes. However, I had a side to me that made niggas fall in love and it wasn’t from how I managed numbers.
“Fuck Brat,” he whispered. I guess my response was enough to make him fold. “I’m ‘bout to fuck the shit out this pretty muthafucka.”
Lifting me up slightly, the thick mushroom head of his manhood was at my opening asking to be let in. I glided up and down taking an inch at a time with his assistance. Hands on my ass while he sucked on my neck, accompanied by him stretching out the one place that could never really be satisfied before him. This was a hell of a sendoff.
