Inari peered down at him between her legs, moaning against her mound as he ate her like a delicacy and sent her into a flight of ecstasy. Lips parted, legs trembling, she let go of a guttural moan as two of his fingers slipped inside her. Inari grinded intothem, soaking them in her sweet honey before her body went limp.
Moose pulled his fingers out and licked around her folds before his lips trailed more kisses up her inner thighs to that space where her little tiger stripes were. He continued to kiss along her stomach and navel, grabbing her breasts in her bra. When she sat up, Moose unlatched her with an expert technique that sent her breasts tumbling out so he could take a mouthful.
Shifting onto his back, he pulled her on top of him. Inari grabbed his pole and assisted him inside her snug walls, gasping when he split them apart. He was far bigger than Danilo, so she had to adjust to his girth all over again. Moose’s hands fell on her waist, hissing as she eased to the bottom of his shaft and allowed him to rest there.
“Shit, Nari.” He groaned.
She pressed her softness into him, hard nipples poking his chest while she bucked on his dick like a skilled jockey. Her ass swirled and popped while her stomach and upper body rested against Moose’s sturdy chest. His arms locked around her, right above her ass while she rode him until his dick glossed with her essence. Inari crushed her lips into his, easing her tongue into his mouth so Moose could suck on it. He reached under her, grabbing one of her breasts and flicking his thumb over the nipple before squeezing it between two fingers. Her middle got wetter, and her walls gripped his dick mercilessly. Moose’s tip tingled inside her. Inari was about to nut, and he could tell the harder she went.
“I’m cu?—”
“Let it go, baby. Take that shit.”
“That dick feels so good,” she whined against his lips before licking them and slipping her tongue back into his mouth.
Her tunnel locked around him, spilling her slick heat all over his dick. Inari slowed down, but Moose’s hands fell on her ass, and he plunged into her with deep, heavy strokes.
“Morgannnnn,” she purred, mouth falling into an ‘O’ shape with no sound coming from it as her cheeks slapped together.
They’d gone beyond lovemaking right into raw fucking. Moose sat up and turned her so she was reverse cowgirl, and Inari spread her legs as if she was doing a childlike yoga pose with her arms stretched out between his legs. Moose enjoyed watching his dick slip in and out of her while she coated him with her syrupy serum.
“Tell me you want this shit, Nari,” he growled.
“I want it!” she wailed, fingers digging into his sheets.
“Tell me you want me. Us. Baby, say that shit!”
“I want it! Fuckkkkk I want you, Morgan!” She screamed, pressure building in her middle before rising into her chest.
She knew he was stroking his way to another orgasm from her. He loved the way she felt on his dick when she exploded.
“You fucking that nigga?” he asked, causing her mind to go blank. “That nigga ain’t hitting that shit right. Look at you. Ain’t no more of that. Shit is dead. You hear me?” He hammered into her, and Inari lost her voice amid her pleasure erupting around his pole.
“Yes!” she panted.
“Yes, what!” he demanded.
“It’s done. This is your pussy. Shit…” She took in another deep breath. “I can’t take any more, Morgan.”
“Good girl.” He grunted, nut slipping out of him into her warm well.
Inari loved the feel of his pulsing dick inside her before he slapped her ass and slipped out of her. She remained in position, legs spread, sweat gathered on her chest and forehead. Moose sat up, a hand on each of her ass cheeks before he leaned into kiss them both gently. Inari was so spent she crashed in that position, stirring briefly to see Moose rolling a blunt beside her with his TV on ESPN. She turned onto her side, curled up to one of his fluffy pillows, and drifted back off.
