From there, she asked me if I wanted more food, and I let her know that I did. She fixed it for me, brought it back to me, and we continued to eat together, and talk shit amongst each other. Once we finished, I stuck around, so that I could help her clean the kitchen. The second the last dish was washed, and the counter was cleaned, I went over to her, putting my hands up under her arms, so that I could lift her, and sit her down on top of the kitchen counter.
She spread her legs a little bit, so that I could stand between her legs. Her arms wrapped around my neck, while mine went up under her shirt from behind, and I ran my hands up, and down her bare back. She held a tiredness in her eyes. Knowing that she was tired, I was going to make my time with her quick.
I removed the shirt that she was wearing, tossing it on the counter, behind her. I leaned my head down, so that I could place soft kisses, and sucks on her neck. While I did that, I used my hands to twiddle her nipples, getting her hot. She was already grinding her pussy into the counter, so I knew that I had her right where I wanted her. I dragged my lips down to her nipples, sucking on her right one. I had her moaning now and running her hands through my twist.
I skillfully went over, going for her left nipple, where I sucked, and with my right hand, I was able to lower it, snake it down into her shorts, pull her panties to the side, and I stuck three fingers in her, and that pussy was soaked.
“Shit! All this for me, baby?” I asked, my face right in front of hers now, looking her in her eyes. She had her mouth slightly opened, while looking at me in a way like she was shocked herself to know that I had her pussy this wet.
She couldn’t answer my question. What I was doing to her felt too good.
Instead of kissing her like I usually would have, I chose to slightly sink my teeth into her bottom lip, biting her, just adding a little bit of pressure. All the while, I was still slowly moving my fingers deep into her pussy, looking for her spot because I wanted her to rain down on my fingers. Her moans picked up, and she moved her lips, so that she could start kissing me. We passionately kissed, as her body shook, and fluids started to rush out of her, letting me know that she was releasing.
“Why didn’t you tell me you was about to cum?” I asked, pulling my fingers out of her. She was too busy trying to catch her breath, so she didn’t answer me.
I pulled her shorts off, along with her panties, tossing them on the counter. Now, she wasn’t wearing any clothes. I came out of the wife beater that I was wearing, and I slid my briefs, and sweats down, and my dick popped out. She saw that, and shesmiled, while pulling her legs up, so that she could plant them on the kitchen counter.
She placed her hands behind her, leaning back just a little bit. The sight before me was so fuckin beautiful. The way she had her legs opened for me was the replica of telling me that I owned that shit, and I could slip in whenever I was ready. She had juices oozing out of her, so I stepped up a little closer, just to slide the head up and down her slit, getting her even wetter, and because I knew that sometimes Dionne could be a runner, I eventually put my hands on her ankles, and I slipped inside of her, where we both released moans.
“Hmmmm…… Tavionnnnn,” she moaned my name like she always did, keeping her head up, so that she could look at me.
“Don’t do what you just did either. Tell me when you cumming. I love when you say it. My dick gets even harder when you start crying that shit out to me,” I let her know, standing tall in that pussy, pumping my dick in and out of her, looking for her spot, so that I could continue to beat on it.
“Okayyyyyyyy….. It’s not going to be much longerrrrr. Baby, I’m so wetttt. You feel so goodddd,” she cried out to me, doing that sexy fuck face that I loved to see.
I wanted to be as close on her as possible when she started cumming, so I leaned into her, face right in front of hers, wanting to taste the moans that she was breathing. She was blowing her breath right in my face as she moaned, but I didn’t mind that shit because when it came to hygiene, Dionne was always good in that area, so everything always smelled just right.
I looked down, so that I could get a quick shot of her pussy. I wanted to see the way it was taking all this dick. Each time that my dick would slide out of her, it would be coated in her juices. She’d gotten a wax earlier in the week, so I could vividly see that pussy. I saw how wet and fat it was.
“This shit so fuckin wet,” I groaned, putting my eyes back on her. She kept moaning.
“That was a compliment, beautiful,” I let her know.
“Ohhhhhh…. Baby, thank youuuuu. Thank you,” she moaned, her body locking up, and she jerked, so I knew she was going to try and run from the thrill, just like she always did when she was moments away from getting off.
“You’re most certainly welcome, baby. Don’t try to back up from this shit. Feel it. Take what comes with getting your pussy stroked and busting a fat nut. Why you always choose to run from it?” I asked, picking my strokes up, knowing that she was right there, and honestly, I was right there too.
This pussy was biting tonight. I’m usually able to allow her to get a couple off before me, but tonight, I was right there with her.
“Goddddd…… I’m about to cummmmm,” she moaned, sitting up, so that she could wrap her arms around my neck. I released grunts, as I stroked her, staying on her spot, and right there, I started nutting too.
“Damn. Tank, that felt so good. I love you so much,” she sweetly said to me.
“I love you more, baby,” I was honest.
I lifted her up, taking her into the family room area. I sat down, placing her in my lap. She knew what I wanted. Because she did, she fixed the knot that was in her hair, taking it down, only to have her pull it back up into another knot. My hands were planted on her ass, assisting her with propping herself up in the perfect riding position, putting her knees into the couch, lifting her hips a little bit, so that she could put the dick back inside of her.
She put it in, and she got right to riding. I pulled one of her moves, having to toss my head back onto the couch because that shit felt so good tonight.
“They was riding your dick like this before me, Tank?” her crazy ass asked me.
“Fuck no, baby. Them hoes can’t touch you. All this shit new to me. Nobody ever bounced on this motha fucka like this before,” I was crazy for even answering that bullshit.
I was telling the truth though. I wasn’t just telling her the bullshit that I knew she wanted to hear. Sex with Dionne would never compare to sex with other women that I’ve ever had in the past though. I love her so much, so even our quickies be off the chain. When my dick was in her, I wasn’t chasing behind a nut. I was releasing love and passion into her, and that’s why it always felt so good.
“I can’t wait until you nut inside of me. It feels so good to me,” she nastily told me, leaning her head into me, and she put her hand on the back of my head, so that she could bring my head up.
She had a nigga right by the fuckin balls, so I started stroking upwards, matching her, knowing that I was about to get a second one off. When she would rise to the top, she would squeeze the head, and she did that shit one times too many, so in seconds, I was milking her, grunting loudly, nutting for at least ten seconds, and she was right there, getting hers off too, damn near pissing on my dick because she squirted.
