“It’s coming, where do you want it?” I asked.
She tapped her throat a few times and went harder. Jerking and sucking all in one motion until I exploded. She hummed as if she was trying to sing against my shit.
“Sweets, anybody ever taught you not to talk while your mouth is full?” I asked, while tapping the side of her cheek.
She released the hold on my dick, then opened her mouth to show me she hadn’t wasted a single drop. Only causing my shit to brick up again. I lifted her from floor and wrapped her legs around my neck. I made sure her pussy was aligned with my mouth, so she didn’t have anywhere to run.
My hands were ravenous as I gripped her ass with both hands. Not wasting a second, I placed a kiss against her pearl.
“Don’t play with her. She’s a big girl.” She told me with a drunk expression.
I bit her inner thigh with a smirk. “Is that right?”
Not giving her a chance to respond, I went in, sucking her pearl into my mouth. I ate like a man who hadn’t had shit to eat or drink for weeks. I wanted whatever she could give me. It didn’t help that she was just as sweet as her nickname suggested. It was like her essence came straight from a sugar factory.
If she kept fucking around, she was going to turn into my own personal addiction. I wouldn’t have no use for them bags of Skittles anymore—she’d be the only sweet I needed.
“Enough,” she cried, her thighs shaking as she tried to steady herself.
I pulled back for a moment, my face drenched in everything that was her.
“You like men with manners, don’t you?” I asked.
She smiled down at me and lifted a brow in response.
“What does that have to do with anythingggg—” she cried out as I went back in wanting every drop of her essence.
I slapped her ass causing another orgasm to rake her body. She was bent over so much her face was near mine.
“Sweets, I’ve always been taught it’s impolite to leave your plate unclean. It’s my job to get every drop. Wouldn’t you agree?”
I flicked my tongue against her pearl, causing her to jump upright, letting me know just a simple touch would have my girl coming a part. I walked over to the bed, still holding her on my shoulders. The moment I reached the edge, I lifted her again, then placed her in the center of the bed.
I took a couple steps back to step out of my jeans and brief. Then pulled my now drenched shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. I fisted my shit and stroked it once as I walked closer to the bed. Before I fully reached her, I leaned over towards my nightstand to grab a condom.
I sheathed myself, then grabbed her ankle to pull her to the edge of the bed. I flipped her over onto her knees, then leaned forward to suck on her clit from the back.
“Mmm, shit,” she moaned out.
I slid my tongue between her folds before standing back up to my full height. I placed my right leg beside her and teased her entrance with the tip of my dick.
I pushed into her tightness in slow repeated strokes until I was so deep there was no her without me. She played with her pussy while I continued to deep stroke her.
“Fuck. You know, you fucked up, right?”
She moaned as my strokes sped up, damn near coming undone from how bad I needed her. I needed more—and I was gonna give her everything I had. All I could think about was getting back between her thighs. Just like that, I was hooked.
If only she knew how quickly she had become my weakness and strength all balled up into one. I pulled out and tapped her thigh for her to flip back over. I slipped between her thighs, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs were around my waist as I slipped back home.
This time stroking her slowly, I wanted her to feel every inch, every movement. Her sweet moans against my ear only made it harder for me to hold out. I leaned forward, biting her lower lip, then dragging my tongue over it.
“I need you to tell me. It’s me and you. Ain’t no confusion about that.” I groaned.
“It’s me and you.” she moaned out.
Her acknowledgment only made my hips take on a life of its own as I pounded her center.
“Give me that shit, Sweets.”
