Tattoos covered his chest, his abs, his arms and that pretty face of his? God. He didn’t even need a beard because he looked too good without one. His lips weren’t too big or too small. They were just the size that make a woman wanna sit on his face just to see what he’d do next. And his eyes… that hard, cold edge in them… That shit made me feel like I was playing with something dangerous.
He didn’t talk much, but the way he moved told me everything.
This nigga was used to being in charge, and I loved that shit way more than I should.
“Throw that shit back,” he groaned, smackin’ my ass with the perfect amount of force.
My knees damn near buckled.
He pulled the towel tighter and I let out a sharp moan, my breath caught between pleasure and pressure, and I swear my pussy clenched around him harder than it ever had around anybody.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough behind me. “Feel that.”
My whole body answered him.
After a few more strokes that left my spine weak, he let the towel fall and flipped me over like it was nothing. I gasped as he pulled out with the condom still in place, and he tapped my thigh lightly.
“Get on top.”
His voice alone sent heat through me.
My body was glistening from how long he’d been working me. Thighs shaking, hair stuck to my cheekbones, lip gloss smeared, but I crawled up his tall body anyway. His palms slid up my ass, guiding me slow and confident, and he held me there while I lowered myself onto him.
I braced my hands on his chest, my nails scraping over his tattoos, and just stared at him because the man looked like a real problem dressed in diamonds.
And he looked right back at me like he was studying my soul.
“You gon’ sit up on this dick right,” he said, grabbing my shoulders before I could lean forward. “I want you to feel every inch when you cum.”
My pussy tightened so hard around him I couldn’t even find words.
I just nodded and started riding.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, his hand gripping my ass while his hips pushed up into me, matching every roll of my hips. “Just like that.”
The sound of my pussy on him filled the room wet, sloppy and nasty in the best way, and the harder I rode, the more he metme stroke for stroke. My head fell back, my hair swingin’ and my titties bouncing in his face as he smacked my ass again.
“Come on, mama,” he muttered, his voice deep, his eyes locked on me like he was tryin’ to memorize the way I fell apart. “Let it go.”
“Kay’Lo…” I moaned, barely able to get his name out. “I’m… I’m?—”
“There she go. I hear that pussy talkin’ to me.”
He pushed up harder from the bottom, hitting something so deep inside me I swear I saw lights.
My moans turned into gasps. My legs trembled around him. My nails dug into his chest.
I couldn’t fight it even if I wanted to.
I rocked my hips back and forth on him, smacking my ass down on his dick every time I slid forward, letting that wet friction glide through both of us. I was so damn soaked I could hear how messy it was, and Kay’Lo must’ve loved it because his hand came up between us and he started rubbing my clit with slow circles.
The touch made my whole body jolt, and he didn’t break eye contact once. He stared right into me, cool and intense like he owned the moment, and something about that look had my stomach flipping. I shouldn’t have felt anything for a man I barely knew, but there was something about his aura that pulled everything out of me at once.
The way he breathed, the way he watched me, the way he let me ride him while he met every stroke like he already knew my rhythm… it had my head spinning.
Heat rushed through my chest and down my legs, and I didn’t know why I felt so connected to him right then. It didn’t make sense. All I knew was that this nigga had me gone on the very first night, and every slow rub of his thumb on my clit made it harder to pretend otherwise.
“Baby… I’m about to— fuck…” My whole body went hot, my voice shaking. “I’m about to cum…”
