Pulling her panties to the side, Heavy wasted no time opening her up and thumbing her clit. Pressured up and down motions, swirled into precise circles, made Cyren’s head spin.
“Ugh,” she moaned, eyes rolling.
The deep, sexy as fuck, exhale made Heavy’s nostrils flare. Replacing his thumb with his mouth, Heavy’s tongue glided through her slickness, capturing everything she’d been saving for him. He flickered his tongue and slurped on her pearl with such expertise that Cyren’s legs were trembling in no time. She bucked against him but didn’t run.
Heavy smirked and kept eating. “Mhm,” was his only encouragement for her to keep humping his face.
When her legs squeezed around his head, evidence of her orgasm creeping up, Heavy pushed her legs further apart, holding her underneath her thighs to stay in place. The dominance in his grip and the way he was eating her pussy made Cyren melt in his mouth, on the counter, and all over his handsome fucking face.
With the utmost respect for what she asked of him, Heavy obeyed. He teased her clit between his lips, suckling harder, as she released spurts of breath that were far too close together.
“Oh, my gosh. Fuuuck,” she whined, as her stomach hollowed.
“Yeah... there you go. Give me all that shit.”
His words, that deep voice, that fucking mouth of his had Cyren delirious. She’d give him whatever he asked for as long as he made her cum. Her palms pressed firmly into the counter as she rolled her hips, riding his face until her orgasm snuck up and rocked her world. Heavy had licked, slurped, and tongue-fucked the pain away. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled;utterly delicious. The ache at his roots as she gripped his locs with moistened eyes was all worth it as she came.
“Mmmm. I’m cumming,” she whispered in a hiss.
Her breathy moans only made him go harder. The slurping, flicking combo he unleashed drove her absolutely insane. If he could, Heavy would eat her pussy forever if it were possible. If the world were ending, she’d be all the nourishment he’d need to survive.
Needing to really feel him and nothing else, Cyren grabbed him by the face, urging him to come up for air. He stared at her fluttering lids and the rise and fall of her chest. Cyren was perfection in his eyes.
Kissing her lips, Heavy gave her a taste of what was now his favorite snack. They didn’t speak as he removed his gun and placed it on the counter, before unbuckling his pants. They pooled around his ankles and Nikes as Cyren stroked him through his black briefs. She bit her bottom lip, pulling his dick out. Heavy knew she was bold and a bit curious, but this was a side he liked too. He wasn’t even completely hard, but it didn’t take long for him to get there.
“This dick so big,” Cyren cooed, stroking him to his fullness.
Not a single nervous thought was conjured about how she was going to take him. Only thoughts of how good he’d feel sliding inside of her clouded her mind. Whimpers escaped her as he glided the tip along her slickness, rubbing her clit, coating him just enough to push inside of her. Cyren tensed, and Heavy shook his head.
“Un, un. Don’t do that. You ain’t gon’ let me feel it?”
Her head bobbed. “I am,” she sang, moaning her answer.
She was so tight, Heavy struggled to push through her gushiness. His hips rotated as he dipped in and out of her in such fluid motions that Cyren had to pull him closer. Nastily, she tongued him down while her hands caressed his solid abdomen.
Heavy was enjoying the position they were in, but he wanted toreallyfeel her. He needed to. Lifting her legs, he placed them on his shoulders, angling himself just right where they both wanted him. The view of her creaming on his dick like she owned it had Heavy ready to stake claim to her. That quickly, he became addicted. White coat, padded walls, on his Jodeci shit, Heavy promised she could have him, that dick, and anything she wanted around this mothafucka. Cyren could have it all, as long as she fed his habit.
“Gotdamn,” Heavy groaned, stroking deeper.
His ears were met with the sweetest melodies, but he could tell she was holding back. Tired of his shirt being in the way, he removed it, knocking his hat off in the process. Cyren was granted an even better visual of him in a white tank. Wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug, Heavy hit her with deep thrusts, making her vocals come to life. Baby girl was a creamer and a screamer; a deadly combo that would surely take him out.
“Yeees! Please don’t stop fucking me,” she cried, but for a different reason this time.
Heavy had no plans on stopping. The way she was gripping him, wetting his dick up, she could’ve asked him for whatever. His hand found its way into her soft coils, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her. Heavy gritted his teeth and thrust into her with determination. Cyren rubbed up and down his arms, on the wave of her third orgasm, when a knock came to the door.
She stilled, but Heavy kept fucking her. Eyes wide, she choked on a moan and covered her mouth. Uncaringly, he snatched her hand away.
“Yeah?” Heavy called out to whoever was on the other side—dick still putting in work. If whoever was really nosey, they’d be able to hear the wetness he was swimming through like a professional athlete. He hadn’t swum in an ocean a day in his life, but you couldn’t tell.
“Y’all good in there?” Boobie asked.
Cyren’s head dropped, hearing her voice, but it popped right back up when he gripped her face.
“Answer her,”Heavy uttered, lowly.
Cyren made the sexiest fuck face, pouting at his request.
“Aye, man,” Boobie said.
