Chapter 15 Kyleigh #3
He was smooth, much smoother than he had been as a teenager. Somehow, my robe and cami were gone. And then, the heat of his gaze was on my breasts.
“Still so pretty,” he murmured.
“Still so big,” I lamented.
He smiled. “I ain’t complaining.”
And he wasn’t. No, what he was doing was touching and pulling and rubbing and finally, finally sucking.
Jabali fit his mouth around my areola and let the heat of his tongue bathe my already hard nipple, his teeth grazing just the slightest bit.
My back bowed at the sweet, insistent pressure of his suction.
His hand played with my other nipple, keeping it hard, keeping it ready for the delicious pull that I could feel all the way between my thighs.
“Jabali,” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
The sound against my wet flesh had my hands rising, cupping the smoothness of his head and scratching lightly.
I held him as he loved and laved first one breast then the other, until I thought I might cum just from the sensation.
He pulled back just in time, gave me a look full of desire and things I didn’t even dare dream about.
His tongue flicked over my nipples again, then swirled around them.
He paused again. “You good?”
I nodded eagerly, unashamed even when he chuckled at my greedy ass.
Then, his mouth was busy again, trailing hot, wet bites from the undersides of my breasts the curve of my stomach.
His tongue swirled playfully in my belly button, continued its decadent descent until his lips were at the waistband of my little shorts.
I didn’t even remember making room for him, but there he was, between my splayed thighs, a position I’d sworn he’d never be in again.
A position I was so glad he was in again.
“I can feel how warm she is, Ky. Let me find out my girl missed me,” he teased.
“Shut up,” I mumbled, but I didn’t deny it.
Right now was not the time for lies. Jabali curled his fingers around the sides of my shorts, and they disappeared from my body in one quick motion.
Yeah. Entirely too smooth. He spread my thighs so wide it was probably indecent.
He looked down… and groaned… and my temperature shot up another thousand degrees at the effect my body was having on him.
I was soaking wet, a situation made messier by his hungry gaze.
“Kyleigh… this pussy… still so fat, so wet for me. You know how bad I missed tasting you, Ky?” he asked hoarsely, moving his body and mine, my legs going over his shoulders.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and grabbed them.
“Try not to run, shorty.”
I sucked my teeth. “Who you think I— ohhh.”
My words dissolved in a moan as his tongue flicked and swirled around my clit so quickly my back arched right off that bed.
He stroked my clit greedily and proceeded to devour me.
Jabali Christopher put his whole face in my pussy and ate me like he’d never tasted anything better.
The speed with which he switched from the flat to the tip of his tongue, the way he slurped, the way he fucked into me with a viper-like flicker had me wailing his name.
“Kyleigh, baby, shh. You have music?”
I nodded as tears seeped from my eyes, called out for my system, turned on some R&B playlist. I didn’t even realize how I’d sealed my fate until he gave me a knowing smirk, pinned my thighs down, and held me open to him.
I saw flashes of light behind my lids as his tongue, so deep and hot and wicked probed and licked and claimed me mercilessly.
I tried to scoot back as a tingling heat curled low in my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me in a way I wasn’t ready for.
“Nah, be still, mama,” he ordered, and the vibration of those words against me had me moaning again.
My whole body was hot, then cold, then hot again, quivering against his talented mouth as he sucked and tongue-fucked me, my thighs clamping against his ears.
“Jayyyy…” I sobbed.
“Stop fighting me. Let me enjoy this juicy muhfucka, Ky. You gon’ cum on this tongue baby?”
Hell, yeah, I was gon’ cum on that tongue. His evil ass wasn’t giving me a choice.
Jabali feasted on me, making low sounds like he enjoyed the taste of me, taunting me as I clawed at his scalp.
My hips bucked as I rode his tongue shamelessly.
I was vaguely aware that I was begging him, but I didn’t know for what.
It felt like I’d die if the quick, smooth motions of his tongue, the pull of his sexy lips didn’t stop.
Then again, it felt like I would die if they did.
It was like some kind of chart: his tongue went deeper, my cries got louder, my thighs clamped harder.
I lost all sense of rhythm, then all sense of reality as I broke, raining into his greedy mouth, the pleasure finally robbing me of my voice and my coordination.
And this sinful, ruthless man licked me through it, didn’t care that my body kept spasming until I just collapsed. Only then did he rise above me, a devilish grin on his face as he tossed his shirt.
“You sure you ready, shorty?”