Page 84 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

After already busting twice, I needed her to wet me up one more time before I laid my pipe down. I could feel how weak she was because her body felt like putty in my hands. After the third shower, I came up for air.

She was out of breath and could barely talk. I towered over her with a smirk on my face as I leaned down to place gentle kisses on hers.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” She covered her face.

“Sluttin’ you out, respectfully.” I grinned, pulling her legs closer to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back tonight?” she questioned as her soft hands caressed my neck.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I said as I entered her.

Her mouth fell open as I filled her up, giving me access to stick my tongue straight down her throat. The strokes I delivered were long and slow. Every time I pushed forward, I felt her cervix tapping against the tip of my dick, and it drove me crazy.

“How that dick feel?” I started to increase my speed.

I held on to her feet, parting her legs into a peace sign. My tongue ran up and down her legs before I sucked on her toes.

“It feels gooood,” she cooed.

“Yeah? You love this dick, don’t you?”

“Yesss!” Her hands tightly gripped my sides.

She was close to bustin’ again.

“Tell me you love it.” I leaned down to suck on her neck.

“I love it,” she panted.

I was working her body, breaking her down piece by piece.

“Oh, my god! I love it!”

“Oh, shit,” I groaned. “Tell daddy again how much you love this dick.” I gripped her neck.

“I love it so much, daddy.”

“Yeah? Open your mouth, tongue out.”

I could feel my shit jump, ready to spit up. Before I coated her insides, I pulled out. My hand still gripped her throat as I pulled her toward me. Obediently, she kept her mouth wide open with her tongue hanging out.

“Shit!” I gasped.

Like a volcano, I erupted, my nut spraying her face. Most of it landed on her tongue, and without being told, she ate it up.

“Good girl,” I panted.

I jumped at the feel of her mouth gently sucking the tip of my dick. She was making sure she drained me of every drop but I had to catch my breath. It had been a minute since I busted a nut that intense. Falling over to the side, I watched as she got up to go to the bathroom. In and out, she came back with a warm, damp cloth and her face clean again. After wiping my dick, she leaned down to place a kiss on the tip. My shit was sensitive as hell, but I was still solid, standing straight up. Pulling the sheets over our bodies, she nestled underneath me.

“I have a confession,” I said, wrapping my arm around her.

“Okay…”

“I’m addicted to you.”

Turning around to face me, she smiled. “I hear it’s hard to shake addictions.”

“I bet it is, but I’m not tryin’ to shake you, though.” I pecked her lips.