I gripped her ass with both hands. “Do it.”
She leaned back and rode me faster, hair falling over her shoulders, ass clapping down on my thighs with every stroke. Her body started trembling again. That same twitch I felt on the couch came back strong.
“Don’t stop,” I growled. “Ride that shit out.”
She screamed. Her legs shook, pussy squeezing me like it didn’t wanna let go. Her orgasm hit hard, but she kept riding, whimpering now, voice broken and breathless. That shit pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her waist, planted my feet, and fucked up into her while she was still cumming. I stroked deep and fast, nut about to spill.
“Climb off and open yo’ mouth.”
Like a freak, she did as I said, climbing off me and leaning her head back. Mouth wide open. I nutted hard, teeth gritted, groaning through every stroke like I was losing my damn mind.
“Shitttt,” I growled, watching her swallow every drop. “Damn, Tae…” She wiped her lips, breathing heavy as hell. I shook my head and kissed her shoulder, voice low. “You a big ol’ freak, huh?”
She nodded slowly. “Maybe.”
Myb o d yw a sstill pulsing when I swallowed every drop of his cum. Sweat slicked my skin, thighs trembling, pussy still twitching from how hard I’d just cum riding him. My robe hung off one shoulder with his chain imprinted on my chest, and my heart beat in my ears like I ran a damn marathon.
Ahmad grinned, lying back against my pillows with his arms behind his head, thick dick still wet and half hard between his legs. “You good?” he asked, voice all low and smug.
I nodded. “Yeah…”
He tilted his head. “That don’t sound like confidence. You tappin’ out already?”
I narrowed my eyes and sat up straighter. “Tired and tapping out are two different things.”
“Aight then.” He sat up slowly, abs flexing, muscles tense. “Bend that ass over this bench.”
He stood up, and I joined him at the foot of the bed, climbing onto the black and gold bench. With my knees on the bench, I lay on the bed and arched my back. He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezed, spread me open, and let out a deep groan behind me.
“Still so fuckin’ wet,” he muttered. “Shit looks like it’s beggin’ for this dick.”
“She is,” I shot back, arching my back on purpose.
That’s all he needed. I felt the thick head of his dick slide through my folds, slow and teasing, spreading that wetness. I braced myself, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how he slid in this time. Deep. All the way. Just a straight stroke that made me scream into the mattress.
“Ahmad, fuck!”
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, holding my hips steady. “Take this shit.”
He pulled out slowly and slammed back in, harder. I threw it back on him out of reflex, moaning loudly as the bench creaked beneath us. His grip on my waist tightened as he picked up the pace with deep, rough backshots, smacking against my ass with every thrust. Wet sounds filled the room. Slaps. Skin. Moans. The music was long forgotten. This was the rhythm now.
“Fuck that silicone shit,” he growled, leaning over me, dick still buried deep. “I got what you need, mamas.”
I moaned and pushed back, clapping my ass against him. “Make me cum hard.”
He pulled my hair, wrapped it around his hand, and fucked into me harder. “I gotchu.” His stroke game was vicious, like he was proving a point with every thrust. Each one hit deep, dragging over that one spot that made me gasp and reach for anything stable. I bit the sheets as he kept going. “Damn, mamas,” he muttered behind me. “You creamin’ all over this dick.”
“I knowwww,” I moaned. “Fuck this puusssyyyy…”
He grabbed a handful of my ass and smacked it hard, the sting making me moan again. Then his hand slid lower, fingers pressing into my clit while he kept stroking. That was it. My body jerked as the orgasm hit me hard, fast, and uncontrollably. My knees buckled, and I almost collapsed, but he caught me, held me up by the hips, and kept fucking me through it.
“Stay up,” he growled. “Don’t run.”
“I’m not,” I gasped. “I’m not… I’m just… fuuuccckkkk…”
“Yeah. That’s it. Let that shit out.” I squirted, pushing his dick out and it sprayed down my thigh, onto his stomach, his dick, the damn bench. I cried out, loud, breathless, trembling as the waves kept rolling through me. “Goddamn,” he groaned. “You a bad bitch.”
Ahmad didn’t stop. He switched angles, one foot on the floor, one foot on the bench, and slid back inside me. He drilled into me so fast and deep it made my toes curl. “Ooohhh, fuucckkk! Shiiittt!”
