She had one hand behind her to hold herself up, and the other was palming the back of my head and scratching my scalp.
“Q! Oh, my fuckkkkkk, baby, I’m about to cum!” She panted, and I could feel her legs tightening around my head.
Her cries didn’t stop me. I didn’t ease up on her; I actually applied more pressure. I wanted to feel everything she had to give me. She said that it was the last time that I would taste her. And if I had to be honest, this time, I believed her. It was something about the look of regret in her eyes when she said it that confirmed it for me.
Slipping two fingers inside of her, I brought everything that she had been holding out. She squirted, and I ate her through it.
Her body was shaking so hard, her breathing was shallow.
“Now tell me again. Why haven’t you fucked another man?” I asked with a grin.
A smile crept on her face, she leaned forward and said, “Because I didn’t want to.”
Noted. Breeze was testing me. She loved the challenge, and I loved showing her ass that I never lose.
“Wrong answer,” I warned her as I picked her up from the counter and carried her into the bedroom.
I lay her on the bed, and she parted her legs so that I could get in between them. I entered her slowly. She let out a hiss as I parted her. I pushed her knees to her chest and fucked her, slowly.
“Play with your pussy while I fuck you, Breeze.”
Her fingers carefully circled her clit, as I slid in and out of her. I sucked her toes while I stroked her, and she was losing it underneath me. Her moans were loud as hell, and had it not been for the alcohol that I had drunk, I wouldn’t have lasted long at all.
I kept the same tempo. Breeze liked to be fucked, but my favorite response from her body was when I fucked her slow and deep. It was like I was touching a place that she never knew existed, and since this was it, I was going to make her remember this shit.
“You done talking shit to me?” I asked.
“Yessss,” she groaned as her hand sped up.
“You about to cum for me, mama?”
“Mmhmm,” she admitted. Fingers still swirling around her clit.
“Shitttt, Q!”
“Q what? I’m listening, my baby,” I taunted her.
My strokes didn’t stop. But at that moment, Breeze did something I had never felt anybody do before. When she came, it felt like somebody had literally poured a gallon of water between us. It made a noise, her body shook, her eyes rolled, and tears ran down her face.
Then she dug her nails into my arms and scratched the fuck out of me. That reaction itself caused her walls to tighten around my dick like I had never felt before. I fucked her through it until the very last second, and I pulled out and came hard.
Her body was still shaking after I came down from my release. I touched her.
“B, you good?” I had to check. She turned to me and wiped the tears that were streaming down her face.
“Why would you fuck me like that, Q? You didn’t need my answer.That’swhy I haven’t had an experience with anyone else.” She said as she swatted my hand. It broke the seriousness of the moment and made me laugh.
“Get up. Let’s go clean up and go to the guest room,” I said as I looked at the puddle that I wasn’t about to attempt to handle tonight.
After we showered, I pushed open the door to the room and then pulled Breeze next to me. We kissed for a while. Before I broke it and she laid on my chest. The next thing I knew, I had fallen asleep.
The sun shining through the window woke me up. Groaning, I pulled myself up and reached for my phone on the nightstand. It took me a minute to realize that I wasn’t in my own room. I threw my legs off the side of the bed and walked down the hallway.
Looking at my sheets fucked up, and the wet spot in the bed made all the events from the night before flood my memory.
Breeze had been in my home, and she left out and left me in bed like a prostitute, but didn’t even leave me a tip on the nightstand.
I shook my head at the thought before running water so I could shower. I was going to pick up Tre so that we could go to my parents’ house for Qui’s birthday cookout.
