Her face fell. “Seriously?”
I cuff her knees and drag her closer. “Seriously.”
When my hand grips her waistband but doesn’t move to pull it down she breaks, “I’m sorry…”
“Huh?”
“I said I’m sorry.”
The shorts go over my shoulder.
“Come again?”
“I’m sorry.”
Then the Superman underwear.
“One more time, I didn’t catch that.”
“I’m sorry, Jabari McKingsley!”
And that was that. I latch onto her so quickly you’d think I was a leech.
Christ.
The woman tastes divine. I want to savor every drop but the way she’s gliding up and down my tongue and nose makes it hard to be clean about it. I don’t care though. When it’s my turn, I’m gonna put this dick in the back of her throat. So far back it’s gonna make these green eyes shimmer as she looks up at me.
The thought of that sight, coupled with the taste of her on my lips had me zooming. I’m so gone in fact, I don’t even register her crying out loud anymore.
“I’m sorry! I'm so sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” All rings through her room, washed in pleasure that surely confused her neighbors.
“Keep still!” I command.
The words aren’t even out all the way before she releases.
She’s a squirter. And I think we both learnt that at the same time.
“Sorry…” Her voice is sheepish.
I take a second to process what just happened before I climb on top of her.
“You’re forgiven.” I grab her face and force her mouth wide open, “I know you don’t like kissing but you have to taste yourself, Jelly.”
Our tongues do a wild exploration of each other's mouth as she continues to unravel under me.
For someone who doesn’t like kissing, she’s sure enjoying this one. Just the feeling of her tongue in my mouth has me excited for what comes next.
“You know,” I pull back a little because it seems only one of us cares about breathing. “If you really wanna make it up to me, you could return the favor.”
“Huh?” She’s so out of breath I think her brain isn’t getting enough oxygen.
“Let me put it in your mouth,” I explain.
With a scoff she rolls her eyes. “I don’t suck dick, big man.”
The fuck?
“Come again?”
