“Unh uh,” she panted.
“Nah, I didn’t think so, not my Yanna. Show me how you supposed to handle yo dick.”
Never needing to be told twice, Yanna assumed the position… face in the mattress, ass in the air. Her arch was so deep her back formed into the shape of a ‘c’, pulling a groan of approval from Kas. She stretched her arms in front of her, gripping the sheets for stability as she bounced her ass on his girth. It was the sweetest, most pleasurable form of torture because there was nothing little about Kas. She widened her legs, nearly dropping into a split, and though she didn’t think it was possible, the position allowed Kas deeper inside her tunnel.
“Mhmm, there you go.” His hands reclaimed their spot on her waist so that he could regain control.
The sounds of their wet skin slapping together dueted with Yanna’s shrill cries of pleasure as he beat her walls down. He’d already pulled one orgasm from her, and the clenching of her walls let him know she was encroaching on another. He wouldn’t make it that easy for her, however.
“My goodness, boy, you gone make me cum again,” Yanna crooned, confirming his assessment.
Pulling from her abruptly, Kas planted another slap on her ass before informing, “Nah, you want another nut, you gotta earn it.”
Yanna could’ve cried, already feeling the void of him no longer being inside her. She didn’t push back because she knew this was his form of punishment. His way of making her apologize for her disrespect, because he knew she’d never voice the sentiment. Accepting his terms, she scooted off the bed and knelt before him. Grabbing onto his dick, she glared into his eyes as she took him into her throat.
“Ohhh, fuck,” he groaned. One hand rested on her head for stability, and his head fell back from the utter pleasure of it all.
The muscles in his ass clenched and toes curled as she worked her mouth up and down his length, rocking her head from left to right as she did so. Every few strokes she’d release him from her mouth, but only to tongue kiss the head of his dick, moaning because she enjoyed it just as much as he did. Tightening her jaw muscles, she pulled him back into her throat, creating the nastiest sounds, bringing him to the brink of a release.
“Fuck, I’mma bust in yo mouth you keep sucking that dick like that.”
Smirking, Yanna pulled him from her mouth with a pop. Placing one hand on the base of him, she positioned the other on top, spitting on his dick before twisting her hands in two different directions. The visual of her on her knees, mouth wet from the sloppy head she was blessing him with, small white tipped fingers wrapped around his girth was almost too much for Kas to endure. When she felt him pulsating in her hands, Yanna licked pre-cum from his tip before sticking out her tongue. Kas lost all resolve, releasing a loud, guttural groan watching his semen spill onto her tongue. Yanna was the only woman Kas had ever met who could match his level of nasty. Her smile widened like she was having the time of her life as she allowed a bit of his seed to drip onto the head of his dick then slurped it back up.
“Gotdaaaamn, fucking freak ass.” Kas pulled her to her feet, gently gripping her neck and pulling her to him. He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, slightly biting into it before doing the same with the top. They engaged in a sensuous kiss, not missing a beat when Kas lifted her from her feet and placed her on the bed. “You gone drive a nigga crazy, girl.”
She knew it, but it was fair play as far as she was concerned. A heart for a heart, his sanity for hers, because he’d been driving her insane from the very first time he smiled at her. Neverneeding extended time between rounds, Kas placed himself on top of Yanna, taking residence between her legs. A gasp fled her lips as Kas tightly wrapped her body in his embrace before pumping in and out of her at a steady pace, while he forced her to hold his gaze. It gave Yanna no room to run, no room to disconnect. He held her there, eyes transfixed on hers, hoping the windows of his soul could convey his feelings better than his words ever could. Yanna always felt safest in that spot; she felt protected, loved… even if it was only in that moment. Her mouth hung agape as a bevy of feelings swarmed her, causing her eyes to well with emotion. Bringing his face to hers, Kas kissed away her vulnerability as soon as the droplets wet her skin. The passion and the intimacy of it all was overpowering for Yanna. It made her feel relief, but doubt and consternation were trying their hardest to intercept. She tightened her arms around Kas’ neck, prompting him to hold her closer as her eyes closed and her head relaxed to the side. She felt like she was floating, like she’d been dosed with the purest of a potent psychedelic drug. Delirium was setting in, and she almost hated Kas for making her feel so good.
“Open yo eyes, look at me,” Kas urged, and she obliged. “Swear I love yo ass so fucking much.”
“I know.”
“Can’t run from this soul tie, Jaiyanna. You might as well just let me love you because I’m not gone stop. Do you hear me… never gone stop.”
“I—I hear you,” she moaned, nodding her head. No matter how much she messed up, how much she pushed him away, Kas always gave her his best love. “I’m about to cum.”
“Not until I say you are,” he affirmed.
“Kaasss,” she whined.
Kas lowered, getting so close to Yanna’s face that their lips almost touched. “Quit whining.” Capturing her whimpers, Kasmerged his lips with hers, their eyes still locked as he kissed her sloppily. He moaned into her mouth, the feeling of her walls tightening threatening to send him over the edge. “That pussy squeezing the fuck out my dick, girl, gotdamn. You ready to cum for me?”
“Yes, I can’t… can’t hold it.”
“Let it go.”
As if her body had been waiting for his command, she shuddered, a warming sensation surging through her body as she climaxed. A scream loud enough to shake the walls reverberated throughout the room, and she tightened her legs around Kas’ waist as she rode the wave of her orgasm. His stroke slowed to a deliberate, steady rhythm, which he combined with a swirl to the left.
“Good girl… now do it again.” The request wasn’t even necessary because the way he was hitting her spot so relentlessly, she’d be soaking him in no time.
“Gotdamniiiit, Kas!” She bellowed, twisting her hips as she creamed all over his shaft once more.
“Mhmm, yea keep doing that for me. You so fucking wet you gone make me bust… ahhh fuck.” Kas groaned and moaned in her ear as he released inside of her.
For a few seconds, they lay in silence, with only the sounds of their breathing returning to a normal rhythm being heard. Finally, Kas rolled onto his back, swiping sweaty curls from his forehead. Yanna stared at the ceiling fan, sprawled out on the bed like a starfish.
“What’s wrong?” Kas questioned when he heard her suck her teeth.
“Why would you fuck me like that? Like, you don’t do no shit like that.”
