Page 92 of Mia

“Mmm hmm.”

He pulled the zipper of my dress down in the back. “Let me see it. Leave them heels on.”

He backed away from me and sat on the couch, taking off his jacket. I slowly pushed the dress down and over my hips, allowing it to pool at the floor. He licked his lips as his eyes trailed me from head to toe in the white lace, strapless bra and thong set.

“Damn, I did good,” he boasted as he undid his shirt. “Bring your sexy ass over here.”

I slowly walked over to him, putting a little extra sultriness in my walk. When I neared him, he pulled me between his legs and cupped my ass.

“Shit, Mia,” he mumbled.

The next thing I knew, he was spinning me around.

“Go on and grab them ankles for me, love.”

I did as he said, but not before giving him an enticing little dance number. As I bent over, I felt him moving my thong aside. No sooner than I wrapped my fingers around my ankles did I feel his fingers against my clit.

“How are you this wet for me already?” he asked, stroking it.

I moaned. “Mmm. I’m always wet for you, ba—fuck!”

His tongue attacked my clit, cutting my words off. His big hands spread my ass cheeks, gripping them both as he went to work with his mouth.

“Oooo shit . . . fuck! Eat this pussy.”

He lapped at my juices before gathering them in his mouth. When I felt the spit trickling down my asshole, I knew what time it was. He rimmed my forbidden entrance before easing his thumb in. I swear my pussy grew wetter with his penetration.

“Pussy so fucking good,” he declared, latching back on to my clit.

As he sucked it while stroking my ass, I maintained perfect balance. This man ate my pussy for his pleasure and mine. The sound of him slurping my juices turned me on even more. Niggas loved sloppy head, but I loved that shit too. I loved seeing my essence soaking his beard when he came up for air. I loved it even more when he pulled away and my juices were trickling down his neck because that was how wet he made me. In those moments, I couldn’t wait to lick him clean.

Reaching back, I held his head in place while grinding my pussy in his mouth.

“Mmm, eat that shit, daddy. Don’t waste a fucking drop.”

That seemed to hype him up because his mouth went into overdrive. Before long, my legs were trembling as I was coming undone. I dropped to my knees, panting and trying to catch my breath. I heard his pants unzip, and the next thing I felt was his hand in my hair. He gripped it and yanked me up. Rounding the front of me, he stroked that big, pretty dick in my face. It was already leaking precum.

He groaned. “Mmm... you look so pretty on your knees, mamas. That face looks so fuckable.”

“Fuck it, then.”

He smirked. “Open up and make this dick wet for me.”

I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth. As he slid his dick in, I suctioned my jaws around it, sucking it slowly. He moaned as he thrusted his hips.

“Fuck! Show me this mouth is good for more than talking that shit.”

I put on my best performance for him, stroking his dick all while bobbing my head up and down on it. Pulling it out, I spit on the head, using it to lube him up even more. He bit his lip as he peered down at me.

“That’s it, get that shit right.”

I reached between my legs, wetting my fingers with my juices. He smirked as I spread them all over his dick. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip before deep throating his shit again, moaning as I savored the taste of us together.

“I know it’s good to you, mamas. Open that throat.”

Taking the sides of my face in his hands, he pumped his hips, thrusting forcefully into my mouth. Tears stung my eyes as I gagged so deliciously on his length. I loved when he fucked my face like this.

“Look at you.” A low growl rumbled in his throat. “You know when to be submissive, don’t you?”