“Not yet,” he said.
“Pleaseeeee,” I pleaded.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Put ya hands on ya ankles.”
I was losing my mind. Romelo was turning me on. Making me feel shit that was dangerous. My mind was swirling and I was feeling so many things all at once. It was too much to process, but I knew what Romelo was doing to my body was real and I wanted this feeling to last.
Feeling his big hands spread my ass, I held my breath, only for a millisecond, then exhaled when I felt his warm tongue slithered in and out of my ass hole. He was working it in, making wet sounds, lapping up his spit that echoed in the shower.
“I love the way you taste on my tongue,” he growled between licks. “Every part of you is mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
He pulled back and I heard him spit again. Then I felt his thumb pressing against my asshole, slowly working it’s way inside.
“Oooooh fuuuuuck! Oh God,” I chanted as he breached me with his thumb while his mouth went back to my pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit.
The combination was too erotic for me. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed. “Romelo, I’m cumming!”
“Let it go,” he commanded. “Let it go Juicy. Give me all that shit!”
My orgasm hit me like a freight train. My whole body convulsed, my pussy gushing white creamy liquid and my legs were buckling so violently that I would’ve collapsed if Romelo wasn’t holding me up. He was being selfish. I’d came already, yet he was still hungry for me—still sucking, drawing out my orgasm until I was sobbing and begging him to stop because it was too much, too intense.
Then finally, he pulled back and stood up. I heard his shorts splat on the wet floor. His body pressed against my back. His hard dick nestled between my ass cheeks.
“You ready for me?” He asked, his voice rough and strained.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.” I pleaded desperately.
“Where?” he asked. “Where you want me at? In this ass or that tight ass pussy? You know I know what you like.”
Before I could respond, he caught me off guard and thrusted his dick inside me. We both groaned, loud, releasing guttural sounds that bounced off the marble walls.
“Fuuuuuck, this pussy tight,” he grunted, not giving me a moment adjust to his size.
“Ooooooh shhhhhit!” I moaned feeling him feel me up.
I could feel it in my stomach.
He wasn’t taking it easy on me. Our skin slapping and I could feel my wetness making it easy for him to glide in and out of me so easy. He was sparing me and his dick was too big for me to handle. I released my ankle and craned my neck to look back at him. To get him to ease up, I put my hand on his six pack, but he grabbed hit and held it there, so I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do shit but take it.
“Whatchu’ doin’?” He grunted, thrusting into harder. “You runnin’ Juicy?” You can’t take this dick?”
“Noooooo,” I whimpered, making eye contact with him. “I’m not running,” I lied.
“You tryna’ keep this good pussy away from me? You tellin’ me you can’t take this dick? I know how much dick you can take! Fuck is wrong wit’ you!” He frowned, still stroking me.
Every time he moved, his muscled flexed in. The water from the shower swarmed down his body, making the beads of water visible between the ridges of his six pack.
“Ooooooh Romelooooo,” I gasped.
“I love fucking you Juicy. I fuckin’ love this shit!” He moaned then slowed up his strokes.
I was trapped between heaven and hell. I didn’t know where I’d rather be. I was trapped in the rapture of his love with lusty seeping through the cracks. Though I felt safe in both realms, I didn’t want to have to decide anymore. I know where I wanted to be and if Romelo wasn’t apart of that, then it didn’t matter.
