Eyebrows furrowed, I started to ask a question, and he shot me a look that saiddon’t ask me no questions. I chucked my chin towards the nightstand on the left. He walked over, dick standing at attention, looking beautiful, and went to retrieve one of my sex toys from the collection. I watched as he held up a small pink silicone plug in one hand and smirked at me.
My stomach flipped because I knew what was coming. And not in a scary way. Hell, I loved double penetration. I just knew Ahmad was about to ruin me in the best way possible.
“I ever tell you how good this ass look when you bent over?” he asked, running his hand down the curve of my back to my cheeks. “Swear to God, I could live back here.”
Before I could say anything slick, he spread my cheeks open gently, spitting and slurping. “Oooh, fuck… Ahmad…”
His tongue continued to tease my asshole before he turned on the plug. The vibration against me had me rotating my hips, damn near begging for it. “Big ol’ freak. I love it.”
“Mhm.” My voice cracked. “Don’t stop.”
He pushed it in gently, and I could tell he was enjoying watching me squirm and arch even more. “Fuck, Tae. Look at you,” he muttered, grabbing my ass again as he eased it all the way in. “That shit so sexy.”
I was trembling, stuck between the pressure and the ache of needing him back inside my pussy. And he knew it too because the next thing I felt was the thick weight of his dick sliding back into me from behind.
“Ahmad!” I cried, gripping the sheets with both hands. My head was buried into the mattress as he picked up a nasty rhythm, fucking me deep while the vibrating plug worked its magic. “Oh, my Goddd…”
He held my waist and dragged me back into each stroke. “Pussy so mahfuckin’ wet.”
The mix of his dick hitting my spot and the toy creating that double pressure had me losing my mind. I was messy, creaming all over him in minutes. My legs were shaking. My ass was bouncing. And the way he was groaning behind me told me that he was gone, too.
“Fuck, Tae… you gon’ make me nut in this pussy again. I swear to God.”
“Do it,” I moaned, deliriously. “I want it. I want it all!” He reached around and rubbed my clit while still pounding into me, and the moment his thumb hit that sweet spot, it was a wrap. “Ahmadddd!!! Fuuuckkk, fuucccckkk!!!
I came so hard, I collapsed onto the bed, still moaning as my walls pulsed around him. He continued to pound into me while I was on my stomach, dick going crazy deep. Vibrator working my ass. Then, he let out a deep, guttural growl as he spilled inside me, chest pressed to my back, breath hot in my ear.
Both of us stayed still for a moment. We were sweaty, breathless, and undone. The room smelled like sex and smoke and everything I didn’t know I needed tonight. Ahmad pulled out of me, dripping a mess onto the sheets, and removed the plug from my ass. He tossed it on the floor, and soon, we were in the spooning position. As messy as it was, it felt nice to feel him behind me, one arm tucked tight around my waist, the other draped lazily over my thigh, fingers tracing slow circles against my skin. His chest rose and fell behind me, the rhythm steady and warm as his body molded into mine.
I was sore and drenched in sweat, but I was also smiling. He kissed my bare shoulder before settling back in, his breath landing soft against my neck. I shifted slightly, cuddling closer, letting his presence sink into my bones.
“You good, mamas?” he asked, voice hoarse and low.
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m great.”
He didn’t say anything after that, and he didn’t have to. I knew he was drifting. I turned my head slightly and looked back at him. His breathing was deeper, and a faint snore started slipping out, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
My lips curled into a grin as I faced forward again, adjusting my leg slightly to find a more comfortable spot between his. With my pussy satisfied and my heart fluttering, I drifted off to sleep.
Iw o k eu paround eleven-something in the night, drunk with my mouth dry as fuck. The room was dark except for the candles still lit in Taelyn’s bedroom. I turned my head, and there she was just laid out beside me like a fucking goddess, even with her hair wild across the pillow. Her ass was poking up just enough to make me bite my bottom lip. Her ass was dangerous.
She was a career woman with her own crib. She could cook her ass off, suck and fuck me to sleep, and she didn’t have no drama attached to her. I was feeling her heavy, but I wasn’t trying to rush shit. I meant that.
I leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. She stirred a little. “Mmm… what are you doing?”
“Kissin’ on you. Come shower wit’ me, baby.”
She let out a sleepy laugh. “Boy, I can’t even feel my legs, and now you want me to walk?”
“I’ll carry you,” I said, kissing behind her ear. “You know I will.”
Taelyn stretched a little, the motion slow, her ass pushing back toward me. I slid my hand down her back, teasing every inch of skin before sliding around to her front. My fingers found her clit, swollen and warm, and the second I started rubbing, she gasped and grabbed my wrist.
“Ahmad… wait. Damn, I just…”
“Shhh… don’t fight it,” I whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Lemme feel you real quick.”
She buried her face into the pillow, body shaking already. “That’s cheating,” she breathed. “You know I’m sensitive…”
