Bleu

Chapter 9

Nine

TRULY

I’m about to lose my fucking mind! My voice thundered in my head.

Never in my life had I cum so hard and fast from penetration like I just did with Bleu. My body still shuttered as he nipped at my inner thigh. I was a wet mess below and Bleu was about to lick it all up. My stomach tightened as butterflies danced around in my stomach.

His huge hand grabbed a hand full of my gut, he pushed my fupa up as his head nudged my thighs further apart. I wanted to leap off the bed when he licked from my tunnel all the way up to my clit. I couldn’t move because he had me pinned down by the stomach.

He sounded like a wild animal between my legs; he grunted then swirled his tongue over my hypersensitive clit until my eyes rolled back. It was all too intense, the waves of pleasure were so powerful it felt like I would pass the hell out if he went any further.

“This pussy so damn good baby, make it gush for me.” He smacked against my pussy lips before his tongue slithered its way inside of my tunnel.

Bleu’s forehead pressed against my clit as he tongue-fucked my pussy.

If he had hair instead of waves, I’d pull that shit.

I was on edge; he had me losing my mind.

I now understood why this man paid out money and had contracts in place in order to be intimately sexual with him. He knew what the fuck he was doing.

His tongue left my sex and flicked against my clit.

“Are you gonna make this pussy cum for me again?” He asked, releasing my stomach.

“It’s too much!” I cried out like an amateur.

“You can do it baby, your body just got to get used to me, and only me.” He chuckled but there was a silent threat in the words.

It didn’t matter how loud I moaned; Bleu was undeterred.

He sucked hard on my clit over and over until it felt like it would burst from the suction of his mouth wrapped around it.

Warm waves of pleasure crashed into me. Expertly, he slid two of his thick fingers deep inside of me and stroked with his tongue flicking at my clit rapidly until I screamed at the top of my lungs.

My second orgasm slammed into me. It knocked all the breath from my body as I shattered and shuttered uncontrollably. I fought to suck in a deep breath; it felt like my lungs collapsed. My body became cold then hot, my thighs tried to close around his head.

Bleu shook his head from side to side like a pit bull then used his callous hand to force my thighs back open. Nastily, hungrily, he lapped at my hot tunnel. He licked at my swollen lips then pressed his tongue against my bundle of nerves before dipping his tongue in and out of my essence.

“Good fucking girl.” He stated huskily in between pecking the top of my mound.

I took in a deep breath as Bleu kissed up my stomach. His kisses were tender until they turned nasty. His tongue licked between my breast, around my left areola to the tip of my nipple. He suckled it in his mouth, released it with a pop then trailed his tongue to my right areola.

“Sexy as fuck.” He muttered.

His hands grazed the swell of my breasts.

He cradled them between his big hands and teased both nipples with the pads of his thumb.

My pussy betrayed me; it heated and gushed out with hunger again.

How was that even possible? I was lucky to even cum once fucking around with Aubry.

Maybe it was the way he worked my body slowly.

It was clear that sex was art to Bleu. I melted from his touch, his mouth, and dick. The piece between his muscular thighs was lethal, beautiful, curved and long as hell. What did the most damage was the thickness of his dick. I moaned weakly as Bleu took one of my nipples into his mouth.

He lapped at it then nibbled. I arched into him, he sucked harder. He brushed just the edge of each nipple with his teeth. Pain mixed with pleasure is what I felt when he bit down more aggressively. He sucked away the sting then moved to the other giving it the same amount of attention.

“Spend the weekend with me.” He said it so lowly, I could barely register the words, but I heard him clear as day.

“I—I can—”

“Good.” He got up and stepped off the bed smoothly.

“I’ll bring you something to drink.”

My eyes were on his toned ass and legs as he walked out of the door.

I wasn’t staying the weekend with this man.

I wanted to but couldn’t. I wouldn’t dare set myself up only to let myself down.

I looked at the mirrors that ran along the walls.

I already knew they were there for a purpose, times like this so his women could see just how insane he drove them.

I sluggishly sat up in his big California king size bed and looked out of the window. The city lights were still bright and beautiful. I wondered what time it was now; we hadn’t been in here long enough for it to be past one in the morning.

My mind started to get the best of me the longer Bleu stayed gone.

I couldn’t believe I was really going to spend the night with him.

What if I had to fart? With Aubry, I was super comfortable.

If I farted around him, he would laugh and even try to make his fart louder than the one I released.

I wondered if my snoring would disgust Bleu.

Would he fall asleep with his muscular arms wrapped around my body then wake up the next morning a different man after he finally got his nut? Speaking of nut, Bleu had good self-control. I came more than once, and not once had he aimed to get his.

My heart tightened as I cursed myself for even thinking about Aubry while being in Bleu’s bed. Without having to know Bleu well enough, I knew there was no comparing the two.

I leaned against his fluffy pillows and could feel my pulse finally slowing down.

I could still feel Bleu all over me, in a short period of time, I felt sex drunk.

This is the part that plenty of women like me fucked things up at.

I should have used a condom, but feeling his dick pulse raw inside of me awakened pieces deep down in my soul that became dormant through time.

I felt him everywhere, my ears, face, tongue, chest, and the rest of my body.

The way he looked at me was like he was trying to memorize every inch of me.

For a second, I started to think that he would stay gone.

It was probably the kind of man he was. Take control, then disappear into his own world again.

My negative thoughts seized soon as he walked back in his room naked and barefoot carrying a silver tray balanced easily in one hand. I took in the way his abs were beautifully sculpted and defined as he quietly made his way to the side of his bed.

Damn, all that sexiness was just pressed up against me…

I was so caught up eye fucking him, I didn’t even realize he was up close until he placed a silver tray on top of my thighs.

There was a crystal glass filled with something green inside, it looked cold from the frost outside the glass.

Next to it was a smaller dish with sliced apples finely cut along with square cut pieces of watermelon.

“For your energy.” He stated calmly.

His casual hospitality and gentleness caught me way off guard. I looked up at him and expected to see the same detached arrogance that he wore like an armor when we were inside of his front room. Instead, his face was calm, unreadable but softer than I first saw.

“Thank you, Bleu.” I smiled up at him.

I picked up the glass and took a sip. The drink was okay, nothing that I would ever drink on a regular. It was a little sweet and tasted like it had mint and something citrusy mixed into it. My body responded to it immediately; the chill and taste awoke me from the lazy haze that settled over me.

I picked up a sliced apple and put it into my mouth then looked over at Bleu. He was now leaning against his window gazing out into the city.

“Eat all of that fruit, and drink all of the juice. You need it so you won’t be a lazy fuck when I get back in it.” His calm deep voice remained the same.

“You not drugging me, are you?” I eyed his back suspiciously.

Bleu turned slowly, he looked at me like he was offended then his face shifted back to being unreadable.

“Are those the type of men you go home with for the right price?”

His words felt like a slap to the face. He insulted me just as smooth as I insulted him.

“I’ve only been with three men. My child’s father, a man that I used to get over him with…and then you. This is my first one-night stand.” I frowned at him.

“If you say so, Tru.” His mouth curved faintly.

I wanted to slap the amused smirk of his face. The look he gave me screamed ‘Bitch please, that’s what they all say’ and I didn’t like it one bit.

Although I didn’t have to prove shit to him, it still bothered me for some reason that he possibly thought that I was lying.

I was far from a hoe. Aubry took my virginity and after him, I messed with a guy in order to get over him.

That guy was just as bad as Aubry. Plus, Aubry made it clear that he would make it hard for me to see Lolani if I ever even thought about messing with another man.

To me it wasn’t worth my peace, so I remained available to only Aubry like a fool.

“Lesson learned.” Bleu chuckled.

“What was the lesson?” I jerked my head back.

“Don’t say stupid shit to ruin the mood.

You’re a smart woman; I hope your discernment of reading people is on point.

If you thought I was going to drug you, you shouldn’t have left with me.

Just like if I thought you were a nasty ass hoe, you wouldn’t be in my penthouse… ” He moved away from the window.

“I wouldn’t have put my mouth on that sweet little pussy.” He licked his thick full lips. “Nor would I have let my dick slip deep inside of you raw.” He leaned over and picked up a piece of watermelon.

He put the square piece up to my lips; I took a small bite then watched him put the remaining piece in his mouth. Everything he did seemed so sensual. My stomach fluttered, I quickly broke our eye contact and placed my focus on finishing the rest of my drink.

“I apologize—”

“No need, it’s obvious I’m here to erase whatever fuck shit another man has placed upon you.” He winked before carefully picking up the silver tray to place it on his nightstand.

It was hard as hell to look away from him. His naked muscled frame had me damn near drooling on myself. A mischievous smirk flashed across his handsome face. He crouched over me on the bed and started to explore me again with his hands.

“You got me feeling something, I got to figure out what it is and fast.”

His deep velvet voice made me want to help him figure out whatever he may have been confused about. Bleu slid his finger between my thighs, and they reflexively parted for him.

“Good girl.” He groaned.

It was his kinky praises that stirred something wild inside of me as well. I never knew that his freaky praises were something that I liked until he spoke them aloud. His nostrils flared as his hazel eyes roamed up and down my body.

“I’m not rushing shit, Thickumz…the night is still young, so when I’m done…you won’t have the strength to sneak out of here before I wake up.” He smirked.

His fingers circled my outer lips with the pad of his finger as if he was getting back well acquainted with my pussy.

“You still sensitive, from the last orgasm.” He said in my ear.

I shivered from the vibrations of his words.

“How many times, True?”

He took his time stroking my clit softly until it wept for more.

“H-how many times for what?” I moaned out.

“How many times can I make this sweet little pussy cum for me, baby?”

My mouth fell open, his tongue slid over the shell of my ear.

“She’s so wet for me, please…tell daddy how many times can I make her pour out for me?” he bit the lobe of my ear.

His hand covered my breast; he squeezed tightly then let my nipple slide in between his fingers.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose, before I could answer he tapped my pussy firmly with the tips of his fingers.

The noise my sex made against the pads of his fingers sounded sloppy, I was sticky and aroused to the brink of delirium.

“Please Bleu…”

“Nah baby, I’m your daddy when I’m in possession of this.” He squeezed my pussy like he was juicing it for all it had.

“Please daddy.” I begged.

I captured my bottom lip with my teeth as I seared him with a lusty gaze that said fuck me hard.

“You gone surrender to me? Cum for me as many as times as I command?”

He closed the space between us and switched breasts. His rough fingertips kneaded then pinched the tip of my nipple. Bleu’s chilled breath fanned across my face; he leaned in and darted his tongue across my top lip then moved to the bottom before sucking both of my lips greedily into his mouth.

“So, fucking sweet.” He groaned out.

“Lay on your stomach and put that ass in the air for me.” He demanded.

And like the good girl he proclaimed me to be, I did as I was told. Bleu was handling the fuck out of me, and it wasn’t hard to admit that I loved it.

I never felt so exposed before; I turned my head to the side and could see the look of pure lust and hunger in Bleu’s eyes as he eyed me from the back.

Slap!

His huge hand came down hard on top of my ass. In response my booty jiggled along with the sting. I gasped as two of his fingers pumped in and out of me as he stroked himself with the same rhythm. I became mesmerized by the sight of us that reflected back in all the mirrors around his room.

He placed a hungry kiss on each cheek before I felt his thick crown bully its way inside of me.

Just the tip of his dick stretched me painfully good.

I was so wet that this time, half of his dick slipped inside of me.

With each hand glued to the globes of my ass, he spread my cheeks apart then pushed all the way inside.

“You feel so fucking good.” He leaned down and kissed my spine.

His hands roamed freely, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples as he pulled back and slammed back inside of me. His hand ran over the back of my head; he cupped it then ran his hands down my waves before sitting straight up and went to work on my pussy.

“All fucking night, all damn weekend…Your mine, Thickumz.” He proclaimed as I attempted to throw it back.