Page 13 of More to Love

The amount of calculated attention he was showing my body was dangerous. There were men that wanted to date me, hell, fuck me even, but no man that ever had me took his time to where my canvas felt appreciated. The envious feeling was back because his woman received this stretching on a regular.

In one swift motion, I was no longer the one on top. He handled me as if I was as light as a feather. With my back against the cushion, I watched him strip down to his natural born. The sight of his manhood caused my mouth to salivate. It was glazed, thick, and veiny. I had to have a taste.

Sitting up, I reached for the tool that had delicately rearranged my insides. He allowed my tongue to glide across his flesh and then attempt to swallow him whole. He was too much for me to handle but I refused to back down just because of the massive meat he was blessed with. If anything, I wanted him to treat my mouth as he would my pussy and punish that shit.

Our eyes connected when I looked up to him. There I was with a stranger in the middle of my living room engaging in something euphorically impossible on my end. My buttons had never been pushed with ease and even though he belonged to someone else, he supplied a treatment that made me feel like he was all mine.

He pierced his bottom lip as he fucked my mouth. I was fighting for my life just to breathe, but it was a feeling I didn’t want to let go of. I would give up my life if that meant I would die in pure satisfaction.

“Drink,” was all he said before I felt his semen coat my throat.

It was a command I’d heard several times and in lamer terms but always one I refused to give in to. I never felt comfortable digesting anyone else’s bodily fluids but Hendrix… he made it hard not to want to savor every last drop of him. Having the taste of him on my tongue would forever be embedded in me.

Once he was done, I was pulled up on my two feet and attacked by his mouth on mine. That kiss gave him more of me in a way I would’ve never guessed. My whole being submitted to him without even knowing what he was truly about.

On top of that, he was nasty as fuck. His seeds were just in my mouth making themselves at home and he had no care in the world. He applied a passionate exchange that involved his tongue dancing with mine. It seemed as if there was no area this man hadn’t mastered.

Breaking the connection, I stepped back. This was so wrong, but his loving felt so right. I would’ve been more than happy to receive him if he wasn’t tied to another woman.

“Hendrix, there’s a line⁠—”

“That was crossed mentally and now physically, and I’m not done yet.”

I was picked up and taken down the hall to my bedroom. The light from my room was an easy guide. I was placed on the bed and given a minute to gather my thoughts.

He eyed me like prey as I gave him the perfect view of my flower leaking its natural nectar. That tongue of his glazed his bottom lip once more before he dove in between my legs headfirst. The way he attacked my clit said he knew what he was doing and that he cleaned his plate anytime nutrients like this were placed in front of him.

My back was arched, and my hands were gripping the sheets. Hendrix was creating a memory that couldn’t be erased. From the swirl of his tongue against my flesh, to the way he always took his time, all the way down to the way he made sure I was the one receiving the most pleasure. He was a man that catered to his woman, and it showed.

“Fuuuuuck!” I screamed out.

He was zoned in on my pearl and wasn’t letting up. I was on the verge of releasing, and he didn’t seem to mind. He was eating for a reason and the water that seeped from between my folds was to his satisfaction.

“Cum for me Ri,” he moaned against my clit.

The vibration from his deep voice, the massaging of my walls, and the warm, firm motion of his tongue sent me to the edge. I was honoring his request by giving him a creamy white substance that was laced with my love.

I held on as he sopped it up and then hovered over my body. The lust was still lingering in his eyes, and I knew there was more to receive from him. Our night was just getting started.

**

“And just like that he was gone?”

“Girl like a thief in the fuckin’ night,” I replied.

“I said, well damn bitch!” we followed up in unison quoting Megan Thee Stallion.

The only thing I could do was laugh because what I expected after our rendezvous never happened. He didn’t even leave a note and that was what had me perplexed because he was inside my walls until daybreak and still managed to have the energy to slip out undetected.

“This is not funny best friend. Why are you laughing?” Daria asked giggling as well.

“Because that man really rocked my world and said fuck you right after. I can’t do shit but laugh. And Daria if you go running your fuckin’ mouth about this shit, I know something.”

“Ri you might want to go back to sleep and try it again. You and EJ are my only family so why would I betray y’all like that. I tell them other hoes business not yawls.”

“You right. I’m sorry.”

She nodded and poured her a glass of orange juice. The night we had was fun and full of events. She got drunk out of her mind and I did a man that was one in a million. Last night was going to be etched into my brain permanently.