“Ooo shi?—”
I gripped her hips tighter, locking her in place. “Chill, baby. Let a nigga eat in peace,” I mumbled against her with my tongue still moving. Her pussy was sweet with the kind of taste a nigga could get addicted to without even trying. I circled her opening slow, teasing her until her thighs shook, then pushed my tongue inside and fucked her with it deep and fast. She tried to muffle her moans, but this bathroom had good acoustics. Every sound bounced right back at us. A sharp knock hit the door.
“Hello? Someone in there?”
I pulled my head from between her legs, annoyed as fuck that somebody was interrupting my meal. I slapped my hand over her mouth before she could give us away.
“Aye! This muthafucka outta order! Move back!” I barked, not even glancing toward the door.
Whoever it was got the message quick and backed the hell up. I didn’t give a damn if it was the feds, I wasn’t stopping for shit. Her pussy was too good, too snug, too goddamn perfect. If they walked in, they’d just have to watch, because I wasn’t giving up this plate for nobody. I dove right back in, eating like I had no home training, tongue stroking, licking, sucking until she damn near came off the counter. She laughed against my palm, breath hitching, body trembling.
“Oh, you think it’s funny?” I murmured into her skin, lips brushing her inner thigh.
She nodded, laughing again, shaky and flustered, trying to hold it together even though I felt her melting right in my hands.
“Keep laughing.”
I doubled down with slow strokes turning into deep, deliberate ones. Her laughter dissolved into these desperate little whimpers she tried to swallow. Her thighs trembled hard, her nails digging into the counter.
“That’s it,” I murmured, voice low, talking her through it. “Relax your body, don’t fight that shit.”
She moaned, hips bucking forward.
“There you go… just like that. Give it to me.”
Right then her body locked up, back arching, and she came, shaking, trying to breathe through my hand. When she loosened her grip on my hair, I stood, wiping my mouth slow, looking at her like she was already mine.
“You…” she panted. “…did not have to eat me like that.”
“Yes I did.” I smirked.
I flipped her over, bent her over the counter and she went willingly… palms flat, ass arching back into me without even thinking. I dragged her leggings down further, freed my dick, and leaned over her back.
“Caleb—”
“Shhh,” I murmured, sliding the head against her soaked pussy, teasing the entrance until she whimpered. “Breathe. I’m gon’ take care of this pussy real good.”
I pushed into her in one long, deep stroke, and she damn near folded on the counter.
“Fuck—oh my Go?—”
I slapped my hand over her mouth again, grinning against her shoulder.
“Yeah. What was that shit you was talking?”
Her pussy gripped me so tight my jaw flexed, her knees already shaking. I slid out slow just to hear the gasp she tried to swallow.
“You know what that is?” I whispered, tapping her pussy with the head before pushing deeper. “That ain’t no mid dick.”
She moaned into my hand, body trying to back up and take more.
I chuckled. “Uh-uh. Don’t run. I ain’t even giving you the whole thing yet.”
She tried to talk, her voice muffled against my palm.
Oh, you wanna talk shit?” I dragged out slow, then slammed back in, making her gasp hard against my hand. “Say it with your chest then.”
“I-i-i?—"
