Page 40 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“You hear this pussy screaming at me, Amore? Shit loud as hell…she keeps saying ‘be mine’.”

I was able to smile at that because I knew exactly where he was headed. The crazy part was me being ready to verbally tell this man my pussy belonged to him. He wasn’t lying. Miss Kitty was definitely bowing down to the dick. I hadn’t even realized both of my wrist were actually set free. Not until he lifted me and slid out of bed while still deep inside me.

Standing, he placed my legs back over his shoulders then locked his strong arms around me. He dipped in and out, still doing that circular motion and driving me insane. As he pumped, he placed kisses all over my face before sucking on my neck, which I was sure would leave marks. The moment I felt my toes begin to cramp up, I knew I was getting ready to cum…hard. It’s like he knew my body already because he picked up the pace. Then suddenly, he stopped.

“I want you on your stomach.” He placed me back down.

I did exactly what he asked me to do. I felt his weight on top of me, and sucked in a deep breath as soon as he re-entered. His strokes were slow but deep. After a few seconds, his arm wrapped around my neck, and his free hand grabbed a hold to my right titty. Although it was our first time, it literally felt like he was making love to me. His strokes were so good, and so deep, I tried to get away from him. He was trying to get me caught up, and that was something I couldn’t allow to happen.

“Where you goin? Don’t run from me.” He removed his hand from my breast to my waist to hold me in place.

When he bit my neck, I damn near lost it.

“Damn, I fit in this pussy so perfectly,” he whispered in my ear. “Thank you for making me feel at home.”

When those words fell from his mouth, I wanted to melt. My body shook underneath his as I felt an instant rush.

“Ethan…” I reached to hold the back of his neck.

He fucked me so good, I started to cry. He used his knee to nudge my leg, making me spread them wider.

“Why you cryin, Amore?” He kissed my tears as he held my face.

“You feel so fuckin good.” I whined.

“Um huh, you feel good as fuck too. This the type of shit you deserve, Amore. Tell me you deserve this good dick. I wanna hear you say it.”

At first, I couldn’t form the words to come out of my mouth. He was deep in my stomach, taking my breath away.

“Say it.” He growled in my ear.

“I…I deserve it.” I cried out.

“Fuck! I’m about to nut. When I tell you to cum, you better drown my shit.”

His voice held so much authority as I felt him reach underneath me to massage my clit.

“Go ahead and give it to me.”

Wheww! I ain’t never had no shit like that happen to me before. On command I let my juices flow.

“Yea, there you go, let that shit out.” He added more pressure.

“Mhm huh, I need you to cum again, Amore. Share this nut with me.” He groaned.

We shared the most intimate kiss as we reached our climax together. I came so hard that I could literally hear my juices splash out of me. Our breathing was erratic as he fell over to the side still clinging on to me. A bitch felt like Spongebob, trapped in Sandy’s dome without water. He literally drained the fuck outta me. I couldn’t move, I laid still enjoying the feel of his hands rubbing up and down my back. It soothed me, and I wanted to go straight to La La Land.

Ding! Dong!

“What the fuck?”

My PTSD caused me to jump up, my nerves instantly rattled. We both got out of bed and started to get dressed.

Ding! Dong!

“You good?” he asked before going to answer the door.

“Yes.” I nodded.