3. Heat
Heat
Angie
Sure, Karma was irritated, but I couldn't help but stare at the way her ass was moving in that dress as she pulled my overgrown ass across the yard.
Especially since the music was back on and that muhfucka was swaying to the beat.
I always did love Lucy Pearl. “Where are we going?” I sighed as we trudged through the gangway.
“In the house. Because clearly you have lost your mind in the summer heat.”Red, white, and blue assaulted me as we entered the family house.
Everything was trimmed in stars, patriotic tinsel, and striped bows.
Honestly, I hated it. I wanted to go back outside.
***
“Karma! Fuck!” I whined. “I'm sorry, baby.
I'm sorrryyy.” The binds holding my wrists tightened as I jerked forward, eager to feel all of her.
Which is exactly why the minx tied my hands up.
A punishment for not using them the right way, I guess.
“You're not sorry,” she chuckled while freeing my dick from her mouth with a wet pop.
“You just wanna touch me.”“Can't two things be true at once, pretty girl?” “Stop talking, Angie.
I'm busy,” she sighed. Then her nose touched my stomach as she took my entire length down her throat.
Ok, so fucking your cousin in your family house while everyone ate outside was wrong.
I was acutely aware of that. However, I was also acutely aware of Karma's stiff nipples pressing into my thighs as she sucked me within an inch of my existence.
What was I supposed to do? Give this all up for some muhfucka who may or may not remember my favorite song and TV show just to keep the peace?
I think the fuck not. Like I said before.
Karma was mine. Regardless of what the rest of the family had to say about it.
“You are just so damn hard-headed, Angie,” she hissed while slapping my tip against her tongue.
“You take it to hell every time.” My canines pierced my bottom lip while the edge of her acrylics teased my ass.
If I took shit to hell, she was dragging it down all the way to the eighth ring.
“Karma, don't,” I pleaded. “Oh so you can show your ass but I can't play with it?” she sneered as she pumped me while continuing to massage my key ring.
“Karma Davidson, I will fuck you into this floor.
Don't do that.” A minacious grin stretched her swollen, sticky lips taut as she challenged my eye contact.
“I don't know, Angie. It might be time for you to learn some self control. What kind of man threatens to take his cousin like that?”“I'm about to show you exactly what kind of man if you don't stop playing with me.” “Eh,” she shrugged, seemingly unphased. “Your hands are tied.”
Capable women were dangerous. Especially the one working between my legs.
Karma was a multitasker, and dare I say a freak.
One of her manicured hands flicked my nipple piercings as the other tapped on my back door.
All while that slick mouth of hers sucked my common sense out of my tip.
“Karma,” I hiccuped. “Please.” The pleasure was so vibrant and everlasting that I began to disassociate.
A white haze clouded both my vision and my mind.
Nothing felt real. Not this room, not this day, not even the floor beneath my feet.
And certainly not the goddess in front of me, squatting on her toes with her dress hiked up around her hips, wet pussy exposed.
“Too much,” I winced, as I sucked in a breath.
Then I lurched forward with all my might.
“Angelo,” Karma gasped as the knob clattered to the ground.
“I know you did not just break that door.”The room remained quiet as I shook my binds free.
Then once I was sure I could move, I gave Karma a relieved smile.
“I did. Now bend over.” My fingers hadn't touched her, but I knew she was soaking fucking wet.
Her scent filled my nose like an incense.
All rich, warm, and consuming. I wanted her, and there'd be no peace until I had her. She knew it too. “Ang,” she whined, suddenly demure. “Don’t say my name all soft because you got caught up,” I chided.
“I told you I had something to show you. When have I ever lied?”