Air escaped her as she stifled a moan. He was using the perfect amount of pressure.
“Can I pull this down?” He asked.
“Mmm hmm.” She approved, and he released her heat as he peeled the cover down to her waist.
The feeling of his lips on her back made her tense. He slid the covering down lower as he kissed down the center of her body. One strong hand gripped one ass cheek when he made it there, and then his tongue slid down the crack of her ass, and he gripped both hips, pulling her backward, suddenly, roughly to the edge of the massage table.
Stassi was on her knees before she even knew what was happening.
She felt her clit swell. The position. All fours, blood rushing to extremes. Her nipples, her bud, her pussy.
“You have no idea how long I been wanting to taste this pussy,” Day said.
“So why you talking?”
He dove in, nose smothered in the cave of darkness between her cheeks as he took a flat tongue to her and then curved it up like he was flicking a light switch. On and off. Stassi’s face crushed into satisfaction, a satisfaction that could only be earned by the currency of anticipation. She had waited for this moment. Fantasized about it. Masturbated to the thought of it. Her imagination had put her in this position many times before. Reality met romanticism, and it was better than she could have ever dreamt.
“This fucking shit.” His groans were a compliment that was almost incoherent. Bad manners, talking with his mouth full, head-ass nigga. He was so good at this. Too good. He was sucking all the berry out the juice, and she was so tender from the pressure he was using that she was cumming in his mouth with every tug of her button.
“Day, wait, I’m so sorry. I can’t last if you keep doing it like that,” she moaned.
He went harder, tongue kissing the shit out of her lips. Sloppy. Nasty, but not too wet, not like he was holding his breath. Her pussy juices was like the juice box in a little kid’s lunch. There was never enough in those little motherfuckers, and you’d crush the whole box trying to suck out every drop because they tasted so good. Stassi might as well have been an orange Hi-C the way he was trying to get the juice from the corners of her box.
We don’t ever come to agree, I just fuck you and leaveeeee.
When he pulled back and used two fingers to bully her clit, toggling it back and forth, Stassi let out a scream of ecstasy that she knew the workers heard.
He was busting out of the white robe he wore. Dick tented and peeking through the fabric. He gripped himself with one hand, pushed Stassi’s arch to the perfect position, and then entered her from behind.
“Ooh shit,” Day moaned. Stassi was so wet that it looked like he had baby oiled his dick as he stroked her. Day wasn’t a young nigga with a whack dick game. He fucked with his hips, hitting Stassi so properly she couldn’t help but do her part.
“Mmm-hmm,” he coached, gripping the narrow part of her waist just above her ass. “Get that dick, li’l baby. Come back on this dick.”
Stassi was throwing that thang so good he had to pull out for a few seconds before tapping his girth on the top of her ass and pounding her again.
“Oh shit.”
“Day, don’t stop. I need this, don’t stop,” she cried out.
“What the fuck you got going on down here, girl?” He asked, taking his dick out again because, goddamn, it was so fucking tender. He had to flick her clit with his fingers again to give himself time to control his nut. “Hmm, fuck.”
Her whimpers and the visual of her fat ass swallowing his dick made him throb. He felt the head of him swell.
“You feel me all over that dick, Day?” Stassi screamed. “Oh my god, I’m cum…I’m…oh my goddddd.”
Day hit the deepest spots of her and groaned in appreciation as he had his way.
She sat on the massage bed, and he leaned into her, panting. “I knew that shit was gon’ be good. I don’ fucked up. Nigga can’t keep his head on straight falling into pussy like that.”
She held her head back in satisfaction, basking in the small tremors that were still quaking between her legs.
“They gon’ put us out of here,” Day snickered.
She hid her face in his chest. “I was minding my business. You the one who broke the rules.”
“You wasn’t minding your business. You was walking out on a nigga,” Day answered. “Stay.”
She was quiet because she knew she shouldn’t.
