Chapter 12 PLUTO MENSAH #2
“That’s what I want,” he murmured against my pussy, kissing my clit again and again. “Give it to me, baby. Let me taste all of it.”
His mouth locked around my clit, warm, wet and hungry, and he sucked it right into his mouth while his tongue stroked the center of it again and again. My back lifted off the bed. My chest tightened. My thighs shook so hard I couldn’t hold them still.
“Pressure… I’m cumin’… I’m cumin’, baby…”
“Come for me,” he whispered, and then he sucked me deeper while his tongue flicked fast, and that was it.
The orgasm tore through me so hard I grabbed the sheets and cried out, my whole body shaking in his hands.
My hips jerked, my stomach tightened, and I felt myself release against his mouth as the pleasure rushed through me in waves that didn’t stop.
He didn’t let go of me, and he didn’t ease up.
He sucked through every pulse, licking everything I gave him, moaning like the taste of me was something he needed to stay alive.
“That’s it, baby… give me all that… I missed you… God, I missed you…”
Even as the orgasm kept rolling through me, he licked the inside of my thighs, slow, and it made me shiver all over again.
He dragged his mouth up my stomach, kissing every inch, licking the soft places that made my breath come out in little gasps.
He sucked the top of my breast and then the other, pulling my nipple into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue until another moan slipped out my throat.
By the time he reached my neck, I was trembling under him, my body still recovering, and he kissed my skin like he wanted to mark every inch he touched.
When he finally reached my lips, he kissed me slow, deep, and messy, letting me taste myself on his tongue as he settled his weight between my legs.
I felt the condom drag across my skin when he adjusted himself, and when he pushed into me, he did it slow, like he was trying to adjust to something that wasn’t sitting right inside his soul.
At first, he moved the way he always did, deep and sure, his chest pressed against mine while his lips traveled across my cheek and jaw. But after a few strokes, his rhythm slipped. His hips slowed. His breathing shifted like something inside him was fighting back.
I felt the frustration in every push he tried to give me.
“Baby,” he whispered, his voice almost breaking as he tried to stay inside me. “I can’t. It don’t feel right. It don’t feel like you.”
His mouth kissed the side of my neck, then the corner of my mouth, then my lips again, moving like he was begging me with every piece of him before the words even hit the air. He sucked the side of my throat slow and deep, kissing me in a way that made my legs shake around his waist.
“Baby please,” he murmured with his mouth on my neck, trying to push deeper but losing the pace he needed. “Please let me feel my pussy. Please let me feel what’s mine. I can’t do it like this. It’s fuckin’ me up.”
His kisses got desperate. They moved from my neck to my shoulder and then back to my lips like he was fighting not to lose it. His forehead pressed to mine, and his breaths came uneven and shaky, and his voice trembled like he was holding himself together only because he was inside me.
“I’m getting soft,” he admitted in a whisper that felt like it slipped out before he could stop it. “Baby please. I need you raw. I need all of you. I need my pussy.”
My heart twisted because I knew him, and I knew the difference between selfish and starving. This was that deep, stubborn love he carried when it came to me, that need to be connected in a way he didn’t share with anybody else.
“Pressure,” I whispered back, already knowing I was about to fold.
He kissed me slow and deep, almost desperate, his hand cupping the back of my neck like he was trying to keep me close long enough to breathe.
“Baby please,” he moaned into my mouth. “Let me take it off.”
I exhaled long and soft, my resolve cracking the second I felt his body tremble.
“Fine,” I whispered.
He didn’t waste a second. He slid out, ripped the condom off, tossed it aside without looking, and the moment he pushed back into me bare and warm and deep, his whole body shuddered. His breath hit my ear as he groaned my name, and the sound rolled through me like thunder.
He found his pace instantly. There was no hesitation, or no struggle.
Just deep, full strokes that had my nails digging into his back and my legs locking around him.
His body pressed into mine like he was trying to climb deeper inside me, and the second he felt me tighten around him, he kissed me hard, like he couldn’t hold back another second.
And then he lost control.
His body pressed hard into mine, his hand gripping my thigh while he pushed deeper than he meant to, and I felt the moment he crossed the line we had just argued about because his breath spilled against my neck and his hips didn’t move the same.
“Pressure, no, wait—”
But he was already gone.
His moan broke against my skin, his mouth still buried in my neck while his hips grinded into me through the release, holding me tight against him like he needed every inch of my body wrapped around him.
And he kept whispering my name like he was praying into my skin.
When he finally collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, the anger slid right into my chest.
“Why would you do that?” I whispered, pushing at his shoulder as I looked at him with hurt and frustration tangled together. “I told you not to. You did it anyway.”
His eyes opened slow, guilt already sitting there, but the damage was done.
I turned my head away, my chest tight, because I loved him… but this right here was exactly why I didn’t trust him to pull out.