I didn’t want to argue. I just wanted to be close to him. I wasn’t mad. He did what he had for me and I appreciated him.
“Ay, what you doing?” he asked when my hands slipped into his sweats.
“I’m apologizing,” I said with a sly grin.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said lowly but didn’t stop me from exposing his hardening length and dropping to my knees.
“I know, but I want to,” I said just before my tongue circled his head then moved down to his balls and back up before I made half of it disappear.
“Fuck, shit yeah,” he moaned as I moved my lips up and down his length.
Carlos was big, a lot bigger than I was used to, but I made it work. Apparently, he approved because his hands moved into my hair and massaged my scalp, guiding my motion.
“Do that shit,” he growled as he fucked my mouth.
His movements caused me to gag, but I didn’t quit until he exploded. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, spitting it out before I rinsed. That wasn’t my thing. I tried plenty of times but I just couldn’t swallow.
When I entered the room again, Carlos was on my bed naked, looking like a god. His tatted skin was sexy as hell as I traced his chiseled body with my eyes from head to toe, then focused on his face, which held a smirk.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded with his deep, sexy voice.
I did as he asked before joining him on the bed. He quickly pulled me under his body and hovered over me with a grin.
“You sure your ass is from Queens? How the fuck you can’t swallow?”
I rolled my eyes, sucked my teeth, and he chuckled.
“Nah, I take that back. You’re from Queens with all that bullshit ass eye rolling.”
His hand moved between my legs, forcing them apart before his fingers glided across my center, grazing my slit. It felt so good for him to touch me that I could hardly stand it.
“Is that a problem for you?” I questioned after he leaned down and kissed my neck
“Is what a problem?”
“That I didn’t swallow.”
He lifted his head and frowned at me like he was angry. “Hell nah. Your head game is good as fuck. Long as you do it right, I’m good. Only thing I need to be nasty is this pussy I’m about to beat up.”
He smirked and I felt him enter me roughly, taking my breath away for a second while I tried to adjust. He wasn’t trying to give me that. Carlos fucked me like he was angry about something and taking it out on my kitty. It hurt like hell because he was rough and his size was a little much, but I loved it.
The first time we had been together, he was easy and gentle, but right now he wanted me to feel him.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that again, Madeline,” he growled against my ear as he pounded away between my legs.
“I won’t,” I promised, trying my best to take what he delivered.
Each time he pulled out and plunged back in, he went a little deeper and stretched me a little wider. Especially when hedipped his shoulder beneath my thighs and bent my legs into my body. At that point, I could damn near feel him in my throat.
“I ain’t soft, shorty. I need you to respect that, aight? Don’t fucking come for me like that again.”
He taunted me as he pounded away, making my body feel like heaven. I accepted every inch without complaining and he made sure I felt every one. When he felt my body quiver, he leaned in and covered my mouth with his and demanded against my lips, “Cum for me, Madeline. Cum hard so I can cum too.”
He sucked my lips and pumped in and out of me until he felt me release. A second later, he grunted and pulled out.
“Muthafucker!” Cum shot out of his erection and landed on my stomach while he sat up, using his hand to get the rest out with his head back.
When he was done, he lay next to me and kissed my shoulder.
