“There ain’t nobody here but us,” he said, before sucking on her clit with pressure. “Be as loud as you want in this mufucka.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Cyren’s pleasurable moans bounced off his walls. The flicks of his tongue made her back arch away from the bed, and the heel of her right foot dug into his strong back. His long fingers caressed her insides as he treated her clit like his favorite piece of candy. Heavy savored her taste and the feel of her bud, sending Cyren over the edge.
Gripping his locs, she threw that pussy at him, smeared it all in his face, and took his tongue lashing like a good girl. Heavy was loving every second of it, and so was his dick as it stood at attention. Cyren’s hips swirled as she creamed and made a mess all over him.
“Yeeees,” she sang, reaching her peak.
He wasn’t going to let her come down either. Heavy licked her through her orgasm while chasing her up the bed and to the other side of it. Somehow, that’s where they ended up. Sideways, with her legs trembling and eyes leaking worse than her hairless pussy was. She was a runner, in every sense of the word. With his arms locked around her legs, Heavy ate her like he was starved.
“Mm, mmm,” he groaned, slurping up the mess she made for him.
It was a gift. The sweetest fucking treat he’d ever indulged in. Cyren fisted a handful of locs, squeezing them as her toes popped and eyes crossed.
“Pussy so mothafuckin’ good. My Renny Pooh got the best honey,” Heavy praised, taking a quick break.
It didn’t last long; he was back to collecting her stickiness, letting it saturate his tongue. He swallowed every drop as her legs spread wider, and her body trembled. Every few seconds, she was trying to close them. Heavy pushed them apart, lazily dragging his tongue through every crevice.
“Rashaun,” she whined, pressing her thighs against the sides of his head. “Pleeease.”
Heavy didn’t know what she was begging for, though the shit sounded so pretty as she moaned his name. He kissed her meaty thigh and patted her slick lips.
“Please, what?” Spreading her open, he rubbed the hood of her clitoris, making Cyren choke on another cry. “Tell me what you want.”
How could she when the man had eaten her damn thoughts away? She didn’t have words to give him, but Heavy made her find some.
“Oh my gosh!” she screamed just like he wanted her to.
When he was good and ready to come up for air, Cyren was delirious and out of breath. Her chest heaved as Heavy removed her tank top and lifted her to the middle of the bed. With her eyes closed, her hands found his face, pulling him to her for a kiss. The taste of her on his lips had her reaching for his dick, that was solidly pressing against her.
“Hold on, baby,” Heavy said while leaning over.
Cyren pulled him back, opening her eyes. They communicated without words as she stroked his dick. Back between her legs, Heavy latched onto her brown nipple. The slight scraping of his teeth was just enough pain and pleasure to drive her insane. The tip of his dick played slip and slide at her entrance, swiping over her clit. Her core tightened as he aligned himself at her center and slid inside.
“Rashaaaaun.”
The way she dragged his name and squeezed him made Heavy’s body shiver. Her warmth had him in a chokehold. His nostrils flared, and his lids fluttered as he tried to gather himself. Cyren’s pussy was so wet, he literally felt like he was drowning. He offered her inch by inch, reacquainting himself. Hadn’t anything changed but the date because that pussy was still gripping, still dripping, and had Heavy ready to act a fool in it.
“Shit don’t make no sense,” he grunted, appreciative as ever.
Heavy long-stroked her with precision, making up for the limited time they had before. In the comfort of his home, he planned to fuck every ounce of pain and confusion she had about them, out of her.
“Ooooh, yes! Yes!”
Heavy gave her nothing but relentless pounding, holding her down by the back of her thighs. She was wide open for him, receiving dick so superb, she was having second thoughts about all the mess she’d been talking earlier. If this was what just having fun and being in the moment entailed, she wanted to stay here for as long as possible. She wanted to treat whatever this was like a 24/7 amusement park, enjoying every ride there. Specifically, the one she was on now. Rubbing her nipples, she fucked him back.
“Damn, Pooh,” Heavy groaned, chopping and screwing the nickname he assigned to her without permission.
The way she coated his pretty, chocolate pole had him in awe and in love with the sight of her. Cyren’s body was sickening, and her fuck faces turned him on even more. Wanting to see her from a different angle, Heavy pulled out of her.
“No, come here.” Cyren pouted, reaching for him.
Lying on his back, Heavy pulled her atop him, smacking an as cheek. “I ain’t going nowhere. Show me sum’.”
Forever down for a challenge, Cyren did just that. Sliding down him with ease but caution, she sat still for a second before she began grinding. She just needed to feel all of him. She wanted to test the depths his lengths could reach. Her entire body tingled, feeling him everywhere. Heavy was trying his best to keep his eyes open and on her, but she had his head gone that quickly. She slowly rode him, making him lose his mind.
“This dick feels so good,” Cyren moaned as he hardened.
Heavy was enjoying the show, rubbing her body and clit as she took them to new heights. Balancing herself, Cyren rode him with precision. With her hands on his chest, she bounced, handling him like a G. Pumping his hips from underneath her, Heavy kept his eyes on her as she frowned sexily. His mission was to make her lose all control and keep creaming on his dick.
