Chapter 3 #2
My panties were completely ruined at this point.
Kareem tugged at the string on my asymmetrical purple skirt.
I undid the tie that held the fabric up and allowed it to fall to the floor.
His eyes swept down my body while I stepped out of my sandals.
All that was left was the purple crop top with spaghetti straps and my black thong underwear.
“Damn, Mermaid,” he muttered.
Boldy, I pulled my crop top off and let it fall to the floor. My perky breasts sat at attention, and my nipples pointed right at him. Lastly, I slipped my thong down and stepped to the side. I was naked as the day I was born and felt more confident as the seconds passed.
My hips tapered out into short, thick legs, and my pretty feet had my signature French tip on my toes.
“You wanted something to taste . . .” I sashayed to the bed and lay down on my back. I spread my legs wide and propped up on my elbows. “Taste.”
Kareem wasted no time. Within a millisecond, his face was buried in between my legs.
The sensation that shot through my core caused my back to arch. His mouth found my clit within seconds and latched onto it. My hand found the back of his head as I moaned.
“Shit . . .”
He moaned in response to my soft curses, taking a second to stop and speak to me. “You was right, Mermaid. This shit is better than anything I have to offer.”
I couldn’t respond because his mouth latched onto my clit once again. I lost count of time, how many orgasms I had, and all my senses as he feasted between my legs.
When he finally came up for air, I allowed myself five solid seconds to catch my breath before my shaky knees met the soft fabric of the bed. With my legs folded under me, I pointed at him and made a downward motion with my finger. “Strip.”
There was that amusement dancing in his eyes again. This time, I couldn’t hold back. I asked, “Am I funny to you, Mr. Spivy?”
“Very,” he replied as he pulled his undershirt off. My mouth dried as I looked at his upper body. I knew right then and there that he was sculpted by the gods.
Slowly, he took off his shorts and then his boxers. His powerful muscled body moved with easy grace as he discarded his last article of clothing. This time, my mouth watered.
Without permission, my hand reached out and stroked his dick.
He hadn’t been lying. It was big. Bigger than big.
Big enough to cause concern that it wouldn’t fit inside me.
I decided that I was a big girl, though, and I would take this monster down to the best of my abilities.
First, he’d promised me something to eat as well, if I remembered correctly.
Never one to be outdone, I pulled him toward me by his dick and opened my mouth.
“You know what you doin’, mama?”
I didn’t respond. I took the head of his dick down my throat and moaned. He smelled so good—clean. When I looked up at him, I watched as his head fell back. I smirked with a mouthful of dick and then went to work.
His hand found the long curls on my head, and he guided me at a faster pace. I gagged, gurgled, stroked, and spit on his dick for several minutes. As soon as I felt the head of his dick swell, he pulled back.
A pout formed on my face, but it disappeared as soon as he climbed onto the bed with me with a predatory glint in his eye. I knew then that I was his prey, and I was more than okay with that.
“Who taught you how to suck dick like that?”
“W-what?” I lay back on the pillows as I watched him reach for the nightstand.
The resort was nice enough to leave a few condoms in the nightstand drawers. I knew because my nosy ass had found some in my room earlier. He pulled one out, tore it open, and rolled it on before his large body hovered over me.
“Who taught you to suck dick like that?” he repeated. I couldn’t respond because his fingers had found my wetness. I moaned as he played with my clit. “Answer me, Mermaid.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Yeah, aight. I’ma need their names before you leave. I need to decide if I want to send them a thank you basket or an envelope full of anthrax.”
I didn’t really give a fuck about what he said because he slowly slid into me and complete bliss had entered my body.
A feeling I’d never experienced before had taken over.
Tears gathered in my eyes as he kissed me slowly while my pussy adjusted to his size.
The shit scared me, honestly. It felt like this man was made for me.
Everything from the weight of his body on mine to the intentional way he stroked me made me feel like love was in the air.
Me, a bitch who had a hard time even trusting men, felt like I could lay the world at his feet, and even that wouldn’t be enough.
I felt like he deserved my last name and all the babies my body could produce after just one stroke.
My future danced in his eyes as he gazed down at me.
What the fuck? I thought as he took his time dicking me down.
“I knew this pussy was gonna be good. You gonna let me do everything I want to you tonight? Huh? You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”
And he talked while he was in it? Lord, take the wheel. I knew right then and there I was a goner.
“Yes,” I whispered as a tear fell from my eye. He hit it that good that he had a bitch crying.
He noticed and thumbed the tear away. “Let it all out for me tonight. You think you can do that?”
I knew I was going to give it my best try, so I nodded. Tonight, Kareem Spivy could get whatever he wanted up out of me, no questions asked.