He didn’t ask what I meant. He just doubled down. Sucked my clit, two fingers stroking me deep again. “You feel that? Right there?”
“Yes,” I cried. “That’s it. Don’t stop, please don’t…”
“You gon’ cum again,” he said. “Don’t fight it.”
I came again. Louder. Wetter. Harder. My thighs clenched, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. He stayed down there licking me through the whole thing, letting me ride his mouth like it belonged to me. He only pulled back when I tried to close my legs for real.
“You done?” he asked, wiping his beard.
I was shaking. Sweat on my chest. My voice cracked. “Not even close.”
He smirked and stood up slowly, staring down at me like he’d barely started. And from the way his print was bulging through his gray sweats? I knew I was in for a time tonight.
T a e l y nw a sl a i dback on the couch, robe open, thighs wet and trembling, chest rising like she’d just run a mile barefoot.
I stood up slowly, wiping my beard while I watched her try to catch her breath. That glow between her legs looked slippery, like it needed to come with a warning label. She sat up, eyes locked on mine, and ran her fingers down the center of her stomach like she needed to cool herself down.
Then she smirked and grabbed me by the hoodie. “Come on,” she said, voice low and thick. “You ate this pussy like you were starving. Now I wanna return the favor.”
She didn’t wait for a reply. She just pulled me like she owned me and I let her. I walked behind her, watching that ass bounce, robe swinging, thighs glistening. My dick was already onten, pressing hard against my sweats. She pushed her bedroom door open, then pushed me back onto the bed like she was the one in charge. I loved that shit.
She pulled my hoodie over my head. Her hands moved fast, mouth hungry. She kissed me, tongue first, deep like she wanted to taste herself on my lips. Then she dropped to her knees, and my chest tightened. She reached for the hem of my sweats and pulled them down, eyes never leaving mine.
I smirked when her lips parted a little as my dick sprang free once my boxer briefs were pulled down. I was cocky about my shit, and I had every right to be. “Damn,” she muttered. “You sure they don’t call you the pussydestroyer?”
I laughed. “Pussy monster, mamas. Go ‘head and see what it’s ‘bout.”
She licked her lips like it was her favorite meal. “I sure will.” Gripping the base with one hand, her acrylic nails looked good wrapped around my shit. She ran her tongue from the tip down the length so slowly it made me groan deep in my chest.
“Fuuuck…” I grunted. She looked up at me with those pretty ass eyes, then wrapped her lips around the head and eased down with control. Taelyn applied the perfect pressure while she sucked like she knew the blueprint to giving head. Tongue swirling. Throat opening. I threw my head back. “Shit, Tae… that’s how you feelin’?”
“I’ve never seen a dick this beautiful in real life,” she moaned around it, hand twisting at the base while she sucked, all sloppy but focused, just how I liked it. “Thick, long enough tomake me question my own walls, and smooth with just the right curve. Mmm.”
I looked down and watched my dick disappear between her lips, veins bulging along the sides, her head bobbing faster now, spit dripping down her chin. My hand slid to the back of her head. “Just like that,” I murmured. “Don’t stop. Take all that shit.”
She took more. Deeper. Faster. Her other hand slid down to cup my balls, and my hips damn near bucked up. I gritted my teeth and let out a low growl, fighting the urge to nut right then and there. Her mouth felt like heaven, and the way she moaned while doing it had me losing my breath type shit.
“Fuck, Tae,” I groaned. “You tryna take my soul?”
She pulled off with a pop, spit stringing from her lips to my tip, eyes glazed with lust. “I’m just having fun.”
I laughed through a groan. “Nah. You tryna outdo me. I’ma win though.”
“We’ll see. Lay back,” she said, standing and crawling on the bed, straddling me again. “Let me ride this big, beautiful dick.”
I leaned back against the headboard, both hands behind my head, letting her take control. She looked down at me, sliding her lace panties to the side, and when she reached between us and guided me in…fuck. Taelyn was tight, warm and wet as hell. The kind of wet that made you close your eyes for a second just to focus. She sank down, mouth falling open as she adjusted to all of me.
“Goddamn.” My jaw clenched.
“You feel so fucking good,” she whispered.
I grabbed her hips and helped her grind down until her ass touched my thighs. She started moving instantly, rocking her hips in slow circles, clenching around me like she knew exactly what she was doing.
I didn’t talk at first. I just watched the way her stomach rippled every time she rolled her hips. I watched her reach back and slap her own ass. I watched her ride me like she had something to prove. Then I sat up and buried my face between her titties, kissing, biting, groaning against her skin.
“That’s how you ride dick?” I muttered, licking her nipple. “You tryna show out?”
She grabbed my jaw and kissed me hard, tongue wild, lips greedy. “I don’t usually ride dick,” she said, breathless. “But something about yours made me wanna get on it.” She bounced harder, faster, hands on my chest, moaning loud as fuck now. Wet slaps filled the room as her name slipped out of my mouth every time she dropped down on me like that shit was hers. “I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, grinding harder.
