With his eyes on me, he leaned down, going for my right breast, kissing it, and then slowly sucking the nipple. I was moaning and squirming now. While making love to my nipple with just his mouth, and holding my legs open, he slipped inside of me, pushing that dick all the way in, as if he was trying to make it come out of my throat. I cracked, moans louder than they were before, looking down at him as he was fuckin me like this, just losing control.
“Ima step back. Keeps your hands on the desk, but lift your body up, and ease back and forth on my dick. Come on,” he ordered me, removing my nipple from his mouth.
He stepped back, just like he told me he would, but he only stepped back a little bit. I lifted my body off the table, like he wanted me to, and like he requested, I started easing the lower part of my body in a back-and-forth position, having my pussy glide up, and down on his dick, and all I could do was moan from how good it was feeling. I couldn’t even speak. Sentences weren’t being formed. I was moaning like that was the only thing that I could say.
“That’s it right there, baby. Fuck, this pussy feel good. I taught you how to use that motha fucka,” he talked shit to me, which was his specialty. It wasn’t like he was wrong though. Before letting Dolo fuck me, I didn’t know shit about sex. He taught me everything.
“Hmmmmmmm….. Dominiqueeeee,” my eyes were closed, head was thrown back, having the time of my life on this dick.
“Lift your head back up and look at me baby. You know how I am about that shit. I gotta see you when that pussy start cumming,” he ordered me.
It took a while, but I lifted my head, looked him in his eyes, as I continued moving my body up, and down on that dick, and he started fuckin me back, making me feel that pressure in my stomach, so I sped up my movements a little bit. I could feel myeyes get misty, and right there, I released a huge orgasm, that made me feel like I was pissing on myself.
My body dropped down on the table, stomach heaving in, and out, as Dolo came closer, kissing away the couple of tears that had fallen from my eyes. For me to not be a person that cries a lot, sex always gets the best of me, and I shed tears every time.
He kissed me all over my face, picked me up, and then made me turn around, and face the desk. God, I knew he was getting ready to tear my pussy up from behind. It was the way those glasses were resting on the bridge of his nose that let me know he was about to tear my ass up.
His large hands held onto my waist, while he kissed and sucked on my neck, towering over me. His hands left my waist, traveling up my flat stomach, and he got a hold of my breast, massaging my nipples, as he continued sucking on my neck.
“Baby, be gentle. Please,” I had to say that because I knew Dolo by now.
The kisses were just his way of trying to warm my body up for what he was getting ready to do. He was about to knock on pound town’s door with me, dragging my ass all up and through there, so the kisses were to just apologize in advance.
“I’m not always gentle?” this man asked me this shit as he pushed his dick inside of me, catching me off guard, and he went into straight beast mode, bending my ass over, and tearing me up, just like I knew he would.
“Why… fuck…. baby… you…. shit!” I couldn’t speak. Every time I tried to say something, he would stroke me deeper, and faster, ridding me of my train of thought, so I couldn’t make out to him what I was trying to say.
“What language is that, baby? That’s English? You saying go deeper in that pussy? I heard you correctly?” he asked, knowing damn well that’s not what I was trying to say to him.
This man spread my ass cheeks, and the dick went in even deeper. I tried to inch away, but you know he wouldn’t let me.
“Didn’t you just tell me to put your name on my ribs? If I’m going to put your name on me, you gotta be a pro at taking dick. Come on. This pussy too good for me to not get all the way in there. Talk to me, baby,” he said from behind me, getting deeper in his stroke with each word that came out of his mouth.
He had me leaned over the desk, giving me the best dick, and I relaxed my body, trying to take it, and throw my ass back, matching his strokes.
“Godddddd…… You going to cum with meeeee?” I moaned, turning my head, so that I could look him in his eyes.
Whenever I asked that question, it was mainly because my body felt like it was getting ready to give out on me, and I needed Dolo to get his off before I threw the towel in.
“Yeah bae. I’m right behind you. Come on,” he grunted, followed by him biting his lip hard, taking his hands off my ass, so that he could place them on my waist, squeeze me extra tight, and there I was, releasing for him, and he was behind me, doing the same thing.
I was humming in satisfaction as I felt his nut dripping inside of me. Dolo, being the nasty ass man that he was, he went ahead and pulled me up, keeping the dick inside of me, letting my body stand straight up, so that I could catch everything that he was dropping in me.
This man was holding me by my hips still, with his head buried into the crook of my neck, just holding me, allowing me to feel every drip. I turned my head around, so that I could look at him. With my right hand, I was able to hold onto the side of his face, looking at him as he watched me with lazy eyes, that showed just how much he loved me.
I felt like nothing really needed to be said in this moment. He didn’t have to tell me that he loved me. I knew he did.
I kissed him on his lips a couple of times, and then I pulled away.
My clothes that he placed on the chair, I grabbed them and walked into the restroom. Once inside, I wiped off as best as I could, letting this hold me until we made it to the house, and I could shower. When I felt like I’d wiped off good enough, that’s when I stepped back into my panties, put on my jeans, and I reached for my bra, quickly putting it on as well.
Before placing my shirt back on, I ran some water at the sink, just so that I could add a little to my hair, and fix the messy bun that it was in. As I was doing that, Dolo was walking inside of the restroom. He cleaned himself up as well, washed his hands, and now his briefs, and joggers were back on. His shirt was still off though.
I reached for my shirt, so that I could put it on, and as I was doing that, his phone started ringing.
The phone was in his pocket, and he looked at who was calling. He showed the screen to me, letting me see that it was Bray. I watched him as he sighed, probably feeling like every time his phone rang, it was some bullshit. At least, I could say that because that’s what it felt like these days.
Dolo answered the phone, placing it on speaker. I walked over to him, and he picked me up, only so he could sit me down on the counter.
