I leaned over the sink, against the marble countertop. He grabbed his dick and slid it up and down my slit, and I knew that I had to brace myself for the pressure that he was about to bring.
“You ready for me to fuck you, Breeze?” He asked as he lined his dick at my entrance.
“Yes,” I cooed as my eyes closed and my mouth fell agape as he pushed more and more of himself in me. I dug my nails into the wrist that was still on my waist. And just as a moan was about to escape my lips, he slapped my ass, making me puddle.
“Open your eyes, mama. I want you to see how good I’m fucking you.”
He said just as he thrust completely into me, causing my leg to shake. It was probably a pleasure mixed with a little nerve damage. Because with him buried deep inside of me, I felt so full.
“Fuck girl, you so fucking tight.” He gritted through clenched teeth as he looked down, between us.
His strokes were long, slow, and deep. He had one hand still on my waist, the other one holding my chin to keep my focus on him in the mirror. His eyes darkened as he watched me. I massaged my breasts as he stroked me from behind.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Breeze,” He demanded as I whimpered, eyes still locked on each other’s through the mirror.
“Stop being so gentle,” I moaned.
“You don’t want it slow, Ma?” He asked, still continuing the long, slow, deep approach.
“No, Q. Fuck me like you hate me.” I panted as my eyes rolled again. I had no complaints about the tempo; he was definitely hitting all the right spots, but I got that from Tim. Tonight, I legit wanted to be slutted out, I wanted raw and unfiltered fucking.
“Oh yeah?” He challenged as he sped up. He kicked my feet together and grabbed the back of my neck as he fucked me a bit faster.
“Just like that,” I said, wincing as he slapped my ass to bring open my eyes that had closed again. I may have been overzealous because I don’t think I was ready for what I had just asked for. He hadn’t even turned all the way up, and I could feel every inch of him. The pressure was serious. I reached behind me and put my hand on his chest to ease him up.
He chuckled, grabbed my wrist, and held it. “What’s wrong, Breeze?”
My breath was caught with every stroke that cut off my air supply. It took me a second to form the words. “I can’t…”
“You can take it, baby. You got me in this room for you to tell me you can’t handle my dick? Huh? Tell me you want this dick, Breeze, tell me you can take it,” He taunted, but eased up and went back to slow and long with his hand under my chin, looking in my eyes through the mirror.
“Oh, my gawdddd!” I cried as I listened to him growl the words in my ear, and my legs started to shake.
“I’m waiting, tell me, Breeze,” He leaned forward, his chest now on my back. Bear hugging me and raining kisses on my shoulder.
“I want you, Q.”
“What else, Mama?” He asked, going deeper.
“Fuck me, I can take it.” I lied, legs shaking faster by the second.
He leaned down to me and kissed my lips. “Your pussy so good, Breeze, you ready to cum for me?”
I nodded. He sped up again, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and in a matter of seconds, I was releasing over his dick. I could feel my juices coating him.
“Gah damn,” He groaned as his strokes got jerkier. Then he pulled out of me and moaned as he released over my butt. As soon as his dick was out of me, it felt like I could finally breathe.
This evening wasn’t going like I thought it would. It was just my luck that I propositioned the man with the biggest dick that I could find.
“Come on, let’s go shower, Ma.” He suggested as he caught his bearings and went to turn on the water.
I took one step, and the pain between my legs was a reminder that I might have bitten more than I could chew. But right now, I was stuck in a room for the next twenty-two hours with a man who had the capacity to put me in a wheelchair.
Chapter eight
Quentin
The steam of the shower filled the bathroom and fogged the mirror in seconds. I looked back at Breeze, whose walk had already been altered a bit. I don’t know if I wanted to admit it because of the situation, but Breeze had some of the best pussy I had ever had. Probablythebest. She had the sweetest taste, and her pussy was tight and got wet like Florida in hurricane season. Even with that, how responsive she was, and how she seemed to get wetter the more I touched her, I knew she was holding something back; I could tell that she was.
