He sounded like a wild animal between my legs; he grunted then swirled his tongue over my hypersensitive clit until my eyes rolled back. It was all too intense, the waves of pleasure were so powerful it felt like I would pass the hell out if he went any further.
“This pussy so damn good baby, make it gush for me.” He smacked against my pussy lips before his tongue slithered its way inside of my tunnel.
Bleu’s forehead pressed against my clit as he tongue-fucked my pussy. If he had hair instead of waves, I’d pull that shit. I was on edge; he had me losing my mind. I now understood why this man paid out money and had contracts in place in order to be intimately sexual with him. He knew what the fuck he was doing.
His tongue left my sex and flicked against my clit.
“Are you gonna make this pussy cum for me again?” He asked, releasing my stomach.
“It’s too much!” I cried out like an amateur.
“You can do it baby, your body just got to get used to me, and only me.” He chuckled but there was a silent threat in the words.
It didn’t matter how loud I moaned; Bleu was undeterred. He sucked hard on my clit over and over until it felt like it would burst from the suction of his mouth wrapped around it. Warm waves of pleasure crashed into me. Expertly, he slid two of his thick fingers deep inside of me and stroked with his tongue flicking at my clit rapidly until I screamed at the top of my lungs.
My second orgasm slammed into me. It knocked all the breath from my body as I shattered and shuttered uncontrollably. I fought to suck in a deep breath; it felt like my lungs collapsed. My body became cold then hot, my thighs tried to close around his head.
Bleu shook his head from side to side like a pit bull then used his callous hand to force my thighs back open. Nastily, hungrily, he lapped at my hot tunnel. He licked at my swollen lips thenpressed his tongue against my bundle of nerves before dipping his tongue in and out of my essence.
“Good fucking girl.” He stated huskily in between pecking the top of my mound.
I took in a deep breath as Bleu kissed up my stomach. His kisses were tender until they turned nasty. His tongue licked between my breast, around my left areola to the tip of my nipple. He suckled it in his mouth, released it with a pop then trailed his tongue to my right areola.
“Sexy as fuck.” He muttered.
His hands grazed the swell of my breasts. He cradled them between his big hands and teased both nipples with the pads of his thumb. My pussy betrayed me; it heated and gushed out with hunger again.How was that even possible?I was lucky to even cum once fucking around with Aubry. Maybe it was the way he worked my body slowly.
It was clear that sex was art to Bleu. I melted from his touch, his mouth, and dick. The piece between his muscular thighs was lethal, beautiful, curved and long as hell. What did the most damage was the thickness of his dick. I moaned weakly as Bleu took one of my nipples into his mouth.
He lapped at it then nibbled. I arched into him, he sucked harder. He brushed just the edge of each nipple with his teeth. Pain mixed with pleasure is what I felt when he bit down more aggressively. He sucked away the sting then moved to the other giving it the same amount of attention.
“Spend the weekend with me.” He said it so lowly, I could barely register the words, but I heard him clear as day.
“I—I can?—”
“Good.” He got up and stepped off the bed smoothly.
“I’ll bring you something to drink.”
My eyes were on his toned ass and legs as he walked out of the door. I wasn’t staying the weekend with this man. I wanted to but couldn’t. I wouldn’t dare set myself up only to let myself down. I looked at the mirrors that ran along the walls. I already knew they were there for a purpose, times like this so his women could see just how insane he drove them.
I sluggishly sat up in his big California king size bed and looked out of the window. The city lights were still bright and beautiful. I wondered what time it was now; we hadn’t been in here long enough for it to be past one in the morning.
My mind started to get the best of me the longer Bleu stayed gone. I couldn’t believe I was really going to spend the night with him. What if I had to fart? With Aubry, I was super comfortable. If I farted around him, he would laugh and even try to make his fart louder than the one I released. I wondered if my snoring would disgust Bleu.
Would he fall asleep with his muscular arms wrapped around my body then wake up the next morning a different man after he finally got his nut? Speaking of nut, Bleu had good self-control. I came more than once, and not once had he aimed to get his.
My heart tightened as I cursed myself for even thinking about Aubry while being in Bleu’s bed. Without having to know Bleu well enough, I knew there was no comparing the two.
I leaned against his fluffy pillows and could feel my pulse finally slowing down. I could still feel Bleu all over me, in a short periodof time, I felt sex drunk. This is the part that plenty of women like me fucked things up at. I should have used a condom, but feeling his dick pulse raw inside of me awakened pieces deep down in my soul that became dormant through time.
I felt him everywhere, my ears, face, tongue, chest, and the rest of my body. The way he looked at me was like he was trying to memorize every inch of me. For a second, I started to think that he would stay gone. It was probably the kind of man he was. Take control, then disappear into his own world again.
My negative thoughts seized soon as he walked back in his room naked and barefoot carrying a silver tray balanced easily in one hand. I took in the way his abs were beautifully sculpted and defined as he quietly made his way to the side of his bed.
Damn, all that sexiness was just pressed up against me…
I was so caught up eye fucking him, I didn’t even realize he was up close until he placed a silver tray on top of my thighs. There was a crystal glass filled with something green inside, it looked cold from the frost outside the glass. Next to it was a smaller dish with sliced apples finely cut along with square cut pieces of watermelon.
