23. Tegan #2
“Yeah. You might’ve said it a time or two or more,” he stated, chuckling and brushing my lips.
I used my thumbs locked behind his head to rub the nape of his neck, and he claimed my lips.
The kiss was sweet with a little pressure before he deepened it, demanding that I allow him to make love to my mouth.
When he pulled back from the kiss and stared into my eyes, I declared, “Let me show you how much I appreciate you.”
I lowered to my knees and gripped Harlem’s erection with my hands before I slipped him between my lips. He was full and thick, hardening the further back that I took him. My tongue took its time, finding pleasure in the veins along his shaft as my hands took delight in massaging his balls.
Harlem locked his fingers between my braids, rocked his hips forward, and slowly fed his length into my mouth.
I welcomed every inch of him, loving how the pleasure I brought him played out on the planes of his face and the actions of his body.
Gentle, smooth rocks turned into powerful thrusts with harsh grunts and then morphed into side swaying motions as his thick cum poured into my mouth and over my lips.
I swallowed and stood when he finished, and he gripped the back of my neck, pulled my head back, and kissed me slowly and sensually, licking all inside of my mouth. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and he professed, “I love you, girl.”
“And I love you.”
Harlem lowered to his knees, placed my leg over his shoulder, and rubbed my clitoris with one finger while another finger slid through my folds. He bit his bottom lip, watching me as I succumbed to the pleasure he brought.
I wasn’t shy with my moans or discreet about how I wanted so much more.
“Moooore. Please gimme more.” My moans were deep and lusty as he slid his tongue between my parted folds, allowing his fingers to lead the way. He pulled back and circled my clit with his tongue and then his finger before he scissored me.
The next time he locked his lips on my core, he didn’t let go for a while. His tongue attached to me, and his eyes were riveted on me with every lick, suck, and nibble. My hips rocked, my heart throbbed, and my eyes stung with unshed tears as I almost lost control.
His hand gripped my thigh, keeping me in place when I swayed too far in one direction. My hands clutched steady, muscular shoulders when I couldn’t take any more. His lips suctioned my cum out of me, and I crumbled to my knees when he finished.
Water pelted our heads as we both kneeled. Harlem reached out, grabbed my leg, and gently unfolded it before he did the same thing with the other leg. He gently lifted me and rose to a standing position before he locked my legs around his waist.
He expelled the oxygen from my lungs when he thrust into me. It was hard, forceful, and needy, but he covered my screams and moans with his lips. My tongue locked in a duel with his, needing the kiss he gave as desperately as I needed his dick pillaging inside of me.
Harlem pushed up with hard, short thrusts, expelling deep, loud, and breathy grunts from his lungs. I locked my teeth into his shoulder, needing something to ground me.
Anytime our bodies came together, sometimes it was more than I could take, but I never wanted it to stop. He reached behind him, turned the water off, and carried me to the bed, never disconnecting from me.
When he placed me on the bed, he remained buried deep inside of me.
He pulled my legs apart, and as I lay splayed before him, Harlem pounded deep and hard into my body.
The bed bounced so hard that the headboard banged loudly against the wall.
I was certain that it would leave a mark on the wall, but I couldn’t worry about it.
With one hand, he gripped my thigh and pulled it up in the air, and with the other, he reached down and grasped my neck, alternating between light and hard squeezes.
That man pounded me like he was trying to kill me, as he dipped low and dug deep.
It was when he placed a knee on the bed and left one foot planted on the floor that I knew I was in trouble.
Harlem was balls deep inside of me, and he alternated between grinding and thrusting and made it impossible for me to move.
The grip he had on my neck tightened, and his lips pulled back to expose his teeth.
“This pussy mine, Baby?”
“Y-y-yes!”
“Why the fuck you stammering? Is the pussy mine or not, dulzura?”
“It’s yours!”
“Gahdamn, dulzura. I’d kill a muthafucka over this pussy,” he declared with a growl.
My hips rose up to meet his thrusts, and he pounded them back down into the mattress. His thrusts became harder, and I was determined to meet that energy. Just when I squirted down his length, and his breathing became more exaggerated like it did whenever he came, I felt the mattress give way.
“Harlem!” I screeched as I felt myself falling. I clutched the air and then the sheets, but he had a grip on me.
He didn’t respond other than to grab my ankles, hold them apart, jump on the broken mattress, and drill deeper into me.
“Fuuuuckk!” he roared, thumping deeper but slower. My head hung at an awkward angle as I looked at my man, wondering if he’d lost his mind.
When he finished, I was almost upside down, and he stood between my thighs with his dick still impaled in me. He scrunched his face up and replied, “Gahdamn. What happened, Baby?”
I glared at him in disbelief. “Your Tarzan ass.”
Harlem stared for a few seconds before he fell out laughing. He pulled me up from the mattress and held me close for another few seconds before he checked my body to make sure that I wasn’t hurt.
“I love you, dulzura.”
“Yeah, I’m wondering about that. Looking at the broken mattress and how I was hanging upside down, I’m uncertain if it’s me or my pussy you love more. I think I’m jealous of that bitch.”
He fell out laughing at that.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. First, you always sound funny when you curse because you seldom do it. Second, your pussy is good, but I love your heart the best.”
“Really, babe?” I cooed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Yeah, I love your heart more than your pussy. It’s my dick who loves your pussy the best.”
I smacked his chest, and he laughed again. “Girl, go get that shower ready for us. I’ma have to call these people and tell them we need our bed replaced.”
I ran to the bathroom, embarrassed about the call he was about to make and prayed that our crew didn’t hear about this story.