For a split second, I glanced into his eyes. They were filled with an intense hunger that made my stomach clench. “All I want is you. I’ve always wanted you and I’m gonna have you in every way I can think of.”
He craned his neck then latched onto my right nipple, sucking hard while his hand squeezed and kneaded my left breast. I moaned loud and unashamed, as if we were alone. When he bit down gently on my right nipple, I cried out, my fingers becoming tangled in his wet waves.
“I love the way your body tastes.” His voice muffled against my wet flesh.
“Hmmm Hmm,” I whimpered.
Greedily, he showed the same attention to my left nipple—sucking it, licking it—biting it, while his hand, slid down my stomach, over my belly then lowered his fingers to my freshly waxed pussy.
“Spread your legs for me Juicy,” he commanded.
I obeyed, immediately, widening my stance.
His fingers slid between my folds and he groaned, with his head tossed back in astonishment before leaning his head forward. His brows were knitted but movements between my thighs never stopped. “Fuuuuck, you’re so wet. All this good shit for me baby?”
“Yes,” uttered, then gasped again when his fingers circled my sensitive bud with slight pressure. “A-all f-for you,” I struggled to say.”
“Good girl,” he praised me. “You’re such a good fuckin’ girl.” He uttered again once more. His words sent a praise through me.
I bent down my neck as I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to conceal my loud moans, but Romelo was making it hard. My eyes closed shut then flapped open, glancing at my creamy cum swarming down his knuckles, coating his wrist, then touching the shower floor. I was making a mess.
“Ooooooh fuuuuck,” I moaned on the verge of tears.
He worked my clit expertly, building me up slowly until I was panting and grinding against his hand shamelessly.
“Romelo,” I whispered desperately. “P-please,” I pleaded with a stutter.
“Please what baby?” He asked, then proceed to stick two fingers inside of me. He was skilled, because he never stopped circling my clit with his thumb. God created a monster when hecurated this nasty ass nigga. “Tell me what you want baby.” His voice was low and deep, swooning me under.
“I want—” I broke off a loud moan, feeling his thick fingers plunge deeper and deeper inside of me. He was deep, I was starting to wonder how deep my pussy was and far could he go. “Oh God—” I shrieked.
This should be a crime for it to feel this good. If he was fucking Trecee like this, now I know why she’s acting like a lost poodle. I’d be too, if this triflin’ ass nigga was fucking the shit out of me like this. This shit ain’t right, but I wanted the dick. I wasn’t going to let him leave this shower without fucking me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I mumbled, with no hesitation.
He grinned. “First I’m gonna eat this pretty ass pussy. Then I’m gon’ stick my tongue in yo ass, and maybe, I’ll fuck you.
Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, in front of me, the water streaming over his back. His lids were heavy and his gaze was filled with lust. I didn’t have anything to hold on to and I feared falling.
As if he was reading my mind, he dipped down lower, under my belly, and held me up, gripping my thighs tight. I grabbed his shoulders. My legs and toes dangled in the air as I used his tongue as a seat. The feel of his hot tongue slithering over my clit, parting my folds then sucking on my flesh sent me into overdrive. He was working his magic, on the verge of making me cum, because I don’t know how much more I could take of this shit. My knees were buckling and I kept seeing blue stars.
“Fuck!” I screamed as his tongue from my pussy hole the back up to my clit in one long lick. This was fucking torture and I wanted to die.
He groaned against my pussy, the vibration making my eyes roll back. “You taste so fucking good Juicy. I’ma be gone off this shit all day.”
He dove back in, licking and sucking like her was starving. His tongue swirled around my clit before he pulled back, then sucked it into his mouth. My knees bucked, but his strong hand gripped my thighs, holding me up, holding me in place so I couldn’t escape the relentless pleasure.
“Romelo, oh my God, R-romelo—” His name became a chant, the only word I could remember.
Then he released my clit with a wet pop and looked up at me, his beard glistening with my arousal. “You taste so fucking good.”
I uttered a whimper getting a grin out of him.
He was cocky as fuck.
It was a sinister grin before he dove back in and continued eating my pussy like a monster. His tongue speared into my clit, as he fucked me with his tongue. His nose rubbed kept rubbing against the top of my vulva. The dual sensation was all too much.
“Romelooooo,” I squirmed, but he had a frim grip on my legs to keep my from moving. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.
