She laughed me off and rode my dick, full throttle, putting on a show with no brakes. Her wetness bounced off the walls, turning the theatre into a slip-and-slide. Fuck Poundtown, this was Soak City. FEMA needed to come in and assess the muthafuckin damage.
My mouth hit that spot on her neck, and she arched, body giving me a reaction she couldn’t hide, whispering my name low. I felt that shit everywhere.
“Oohh,” she cooed as my mouth found her breasts again. I split my focus on each of them, toying with her nipples, sucking, nibbling as she lost her cool and grew wetter.
“Ride that shit, baby.” I gripped her neck as she rode the fuck outta my dick. Her walls constricted around me as she moved up and down. My toes curled. The pussy was so fucking wet and tight, I knew crashing out was the minimum I’d do for her.
I lifted her off me. I needed my face between her thighs so fucking bad. Since my first taste, I’d been hooked, dreaming of ways to eat her pussy up. The taste, the smell, the perfect amount of hair, it all drove a nigga like me crazy.
“Is my favorite eater, tryna eat?” she asked, looking down at me.
“You know I can't stay away.”
I slid beneath her and guided her down onto my mouth. She tasted so damn sweet, I loved that shit. I sucked on her clit while she rode my face, taking every breath I had for herself. “Baby, ohhh,” she cried out.
“What? Tell me what you want?” I said, smacking her on the ass and pulling her closer. I’d be smelling her essence for days, and I wasn’t mad.
“Tell me,” I murmured, voice thick, hands gripping her ass. “What do you want, angel?”
“I want to cu...cum.”
“Where at baby?”
“On your tongue, on your beard, on your lips, everywhere, daddy.”
“Okay, do that shit for me then,” I said, locking onto her clit. She smothered me until she was cumming and wetting up everything she’d just threatened to ruin. I held her there through every tremor, every shake, every breath.
When she finally came down, I grabbed her hips and dragged her back over me.
“Turn around.”
She turned, wiggled her ass, and scooted back, making my dick rock hard. My dick slid up and down her folds, teasing her, getting coated in everything she’d left on my mouth. The tip tapped her opening, and that pussy answered right back. My head slid in and out toying with her.
“Baby, please,” she panted.
I lined my dick up and eased my way back in. My eyes shut, feeling her walls wrap around me like they were commissioned for me. I was ready to get so deep I’d need a damn map to find my way out.
'BPW'by Jazmine Sullivan played, and she tossed that shit back, trying to prove a point. I gripped her hips, and she showed me she had the best pussy in the world. Our bodies slammed into each other, drowning out the song. I was never letting her ass go.
Her fingers dug into the recliner as I went crazy in the pussy. I leaned over, pulling her head back by her hair, kissing her again—deep, hungry, deliberate—just enough to remind her who she came home with. I groaned, the sound low, guttural as she bent forward, putting her head deeper into the couch.
“Fuck.”
The tension snapped, turned liquid. Every breath, every move was a lesson on how we fit. I guided her rhythm, letting her set the pace until the room felt like it was breathing with us.
“Halo, cum on this dick,” I coached, reaching around to strum her clit. She was close, and I could tell by her shallow pants.
“Vinny, I can’t. I’m gonna....”
“Wet my shit up because I’m not stopping until you do. Don’t be shy baby.”
She panted, slowing her movements, while a tidal wave took over her body.
“That’s good, baby. Real good.”
Her whole body shuddered, arms shaking as that orgasm rolled through her. She dropped her head, breathing hard, still on all fours in front of me. I kept my hands on her hips, rubbing slow circles until I felt her settle.
She looked back at me, eyes low and lazy, lips parted.
