“Your pussy tastes like all the good things that’s missing in my life.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a weak smile. I hovered above her, pressing my lips against hers. She accepted my tongue into her mouth, eagerly sucking her essence as if it gave her life. That shit was sexy as hell and had my dick ready to explode.
The longer we kissed, the more aggressive, passionate, and intense it became. As our tongues became more familiar with each other’s, my dick got comfortable between her pussy lips. I was a millisecond from letting the tip slide into her center, but the responsible man in me made an appearance.
“Hold on, baby. Let me wrap up before it’s too late to turn back.”
I grabbed a condom off the bedside table and made quick work of sheathing myself. Instead of resuming our kiss, I took one of her breasts in my mouth while caressing the other with my hand. As my tongue drew circles around one nipple, my thumb and index finger pinched and squeezed the other.
Her breasts must have been one of her erogenous zones, because her moans became almost as loud as when my mouth was on her pussy. Underneath me, she ground upward in a frenzy, attempting to create friction between our loins.
I lifted my head and whispered, “Calm down, baby.”
She looked at me, and her expression was one of frustration. “Fuck me.”
“Look at me. You ready for me to beat this pussy up?”
“Please.”
“I gotchu, beautiful.”
I lifted my body just enough to reach between us and grab my dick. I guided the head into her center and had to pause because, although she was wet, she was tighter than I expected.
“It’s been a minute, but I’m more than ready,” she said.
“Keep your eyes on me. I’ll be gentle.”
Her head went from side to side a few times before she stopped and looked into my eyes.
“Don’t be. I want to be fucked.”
I raised my brow, surprised by her response, but I’d heard her loud and clear. If she wanted to be fucked, who was I to deny her? Without further delay, I pressed my way inside her slick walls, and immediately, I was in heaven.
It felt as if my dick and her pussy were lost puzzle pieces that had been reunited. I hadn’t even begun to deep stroke her, and she already felt like home.I’m in trouble.
I lifted to my knees and slipped my arms underneath her thighs. Khiya did me one better by putting her ankles on my shoulders, and I was ready to explode from that one action alone.
Our eyes were locked, and my first few strokes were slow, deep, and hard. I pressed my nine inches into her so far that my balls slapped against her asshole, then I pulled out until only the tip remained inside, repeating the action a few more times.
“Shit! It’s—I—you’re deep,” she murmured, her hand pressing against my stomach.
“You said you wanted to be fucked, and I aim to please. Move your hand, baby.”
“Wait, I?—”
“Move your fuckin’ hand, Khiya!”
She moved her hand, and I commenced to give her exactly what she asked for. I moved her legs from my shoulders, bending them and pushing them back until her knees touched her ears. My strokes remained hard and deep, but the pace and intensity increased.
“Sylas! Oh my God!”
“I wanted to fuck you nice and slow, baby, but you asked for this.”
“I—you?—”
“You want me to stop?”
For the second time, her head went from side to side.
