“Yes,” I cried out.
Before I could get the words out, Gage had me bent over on all fours, my face against the arm panel of the couch. Biting my bottom lip, I arched my back perfectly and gripped the sides of the cushions, anticipating his entry. After a few seconds of maintaining my position, I looked back to see if he was okay. And to my pleasant surprise, he was more than okay. Hung like a damn horse, Gage positioned himself on his knees behind me and began slapping the top of the crack of my ass with his dick. Just like the owner, the dick was beautiful—dark brown, lengthy, and thick like the pickles in the jar at the bodega. A mixture of my juices and cream glazed his shaft along with precise veins as if they were charged with lightning.
“Is it okay if I pull your hair as I stroke you from behind, Dollface?” he asked. His tone delivered with sincerity and lust, and had I not known this was his first time, I would have thought something was wrong. It was sweet that even in the heat of the moment, he considered my comfort.
“I would love it if you pulled my hair. Do whatever you have to do to tame me—I’m yours,” I moaned.
Something about me confessing that I belonged to him triggered the lion resting in this gentle giant, and before I knew it, Gage grabbed a nice amount of my hair and thrust into me. Although I was excited about the pain and pleasure combo, I was thankful that he gripped my hair from the scalp and not the ends. My shit was not a wig, and I’d be pissed to see my broken ends on the couch after we were finished.
“Fuck, Dollface,” he grumbled as he stroked me, long and deep. My Kegel game and hydration regimen were solid, so I knew my haven was tight and gushy—sounding like the first scoop of baked ziti, hot and fresh out of the oven. He tensed in between his long, feverish strokes, letting me know he didn’t have much longer.
“Damn, Gage, baby,” I whined as he admonished me from behind—not only was I his, but this pussy was also.
“Shit, Gage, beat that shit up,” I commanded, as I threw my ass back to meet his strokes.
The sounds of our sticky skin smacking together, combined with the throb I felt due to his balls hitting my pussy as he pumped in and out of me, had me at my peak.
“Choke me, baby,” I whimpered.
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, never losing his stroke.
“Hurt me, Gage. And do that shit like I disrespected your mother,” I ordered.
The pressure building from this climax, which I was soon to release, had me somewhere between Stella and Winston, and Harley Quinn and the Joker. My feminine energy desired to be loved, cared for, and protected, while the hoe in me wanted to be turned every way but loose.
“Do it now, Gage. Fuck!”
Removing his hand from my hair, he rested it on the arm of the couch for leverage, while he used his other hand—the dominantone, I’m assuming—to grip my throat. His massive hand was able to grip my whole neck, and he squeezed with just enough pressure to halt my breathing. This salacious assault was going to be my undoing.
“You are so perfect, Mahasin. Don’t ever believe anything different. Your brain, your personality, the way you dress, smell—everything about you. Even the shit you find to be a flaw is absolutely fucking perfect. And this pussy, with all this sweet nectar… tell me you’re going to let me lick you clean, mama.”
So this nigga just gonna talk me through it now? Fuck it. Have at it, Daddy, I thought to myself.
My release caused me to collapse on the couch, and Gage followed my body, hovering above me, still beating my shit up like a professional.Virgin my ass.
He released my neck and grabbed my shoulders.
“You mine, ain’t you, Mahasin?" he asked.
"Yes", I cried out.
Then don’t take what’s mine from me. Stay right here and let me finish this ride.”
Hearing those words sent a release through my body that I didn’t know was impending. I felt my pussy lock onto his dick as my cream released on him.
Gently, he pulled me up by my sides, resting my weakened body against his chest as he continued to stroke me through my nut. No sooner than I finished releasing that he pulled me tightly into his body and, from what it sounded like, attempted to suppress a moan. I was nowhere near ovulation and wanted to feel every drop of this man inside of me.
Fuck being a lady—I was his personal Hostess cupcake and needed to be filled with cream.
“Nut inside this pussy, Gage. Send your legacy through my body,” I cried.
“Dollface,” he protested.
“It’s yours,” I begged.
As he released inside of me, he pulled my hair gently, causing me to crane my neck. As our lips touched and mouths opened, preparing for our ending kiss, Gage whispered into my mouth—
“I love you, Mahasin.”
