Chapter 10 #3
Smirking, Heavy tossed them on the dresser and walked toward her. Pulling the covers back some, he caressed her thighs.
“You on that?” His hand slid between her legs, and he rubbed the seat of her shorts. They were damp and in his way.
Tossing the covers and sheets back, he climbed between her legs and removed them while sensually kissing her lips.
He couldn’t get enough of them. Heavy moved down her body, lifting the tank over her head.
It was tossed behind him as his greedy mouth covered one nipple.
Cyren shuddered as his teeth lightly scraped it, before circling her areola.
He palmed the other, twisting her taut pebble between his fingertips.
“Mmmm,” Cyren moaned as he ventured lower, licking her stomach and kissing it in ways no man had ever done before.
Heavy placed the warmest kisses down her thighs and between them, while caressing and massaging them as his tongue made a trail down her long legs. He kissed the inside of her ankle and her gold anklet before reacquainting himself with her center.
“I ain’t get to take my time with you the first time,” Heavy muttered against her flesh.
He was talking directly to and against her pussy, as if he didn’t care to consult with its owner.
Quite frankly, he was the owner. He had the deed to it, as he did to the homes he owned throughout the city.
A gratified moan escaped Cyren as his fingers strummed through her wetness, toying with her clit.
“Uuugh, fuck.” Her whimpers were cute, but Heavy needed to hear her.
“There ain’t nobody here but us,” he said, before sucking on her clit with pressure. “Be as loud as you want in this mufucka.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Cyren’s pleasurable moans bounced off his walls.
The flicks of his tongue made her back arch away from the bed, and the heel of her right foot dug into his strong back.
His long fingers caressed her insides as he treated her clit like his favorite piece of candy.
Heavy savored her taste and the feel of her bud, sending Cyren over the edge.
Gripping his locs, she threw that pussy at him, smeared it all in his face, and took his tongue lashing like a good girl. Heavy was loving every second of it, and so was his dick as it stood at attention. Cyren’s hips swirled as she creamed and made a mess all over him.
“Yeeees,” she sang, reaching her peak.
He wasn’t going to let her come down either.
Heavy licked her through her orgasm while chasing her up the bed and to the other side of it.
Somehow, that’s where they ended up. Sideways, with her legs trembling and eyes leaking worse than her hairless pussy was.
She was a runner, in every sense of the word.
With his arms locked around her legs, Heavy ate her like he was starved.
“Mm, mmm,” he groaned, slurping up the mess she made for him.
It was a gift. The sweetest fucking treat he’d ever indulged in. Cyren fisted a handful of locs, squeezing them as her toes popped and eyes crossed.
“Pussy so mothafuckin’ good. My Renny Pooh got the best honey,” Heavy praised, taking a quick break.
It didn’t last long; he was back to collecting her stickiness, letting it saturate his tongue. He swallowed every drop as her legs spread wider, and her body trembled. Every few seconds, she was trying to close them. Heavy pushed them apart, lazily dragging his tongue through every crevice.
“Rashaun,” she whined, pressing her thighs against the sides of his head. “Pleeease.”
Heavy didn’t know what she was begging for, though the shit sounded so pretty as she moaned his name. He kissed her meaty thigh and patted her slick lips.
“Please, what?” Spreading her open, he rubbed the hood of her clitoris, making Cyren choke on another cry. “Tell me what you want.”
How could she when the man had eaten her damn thoughts away? She didn’t have words to give him, but Heavy made her find some.
“Oh my gosh!” she screamed just like he wanted her to.
When he was good and ready to come up for air, Cyren was delirious and out of breath.
Her chest heaved as Heavy removed her tank top and lifted her to the middle of the bed.
With her eyes closed, her hands found his face, pulling him to her for a kiss.
The taste of her on his lips had her reaching for his dick, that was solidly pressing against her.
“Hold on, baby,” Heavy said while leaning over.
Cyren pulled him back, opening her eyes.
They communicated without words as she stroked his dick.
Back between her legs, Heavy latched onto her brown nipple.
The slight scraping of his teeth was just enough pain and pleasure to drive her insane.
The tip of his dick played slip and slide at her entrance, swiping over her clit.
Her core tightened as he aligned himself at her center and slid inside.
“Rashaaaaun.”
The way she dragged his name and squeezed him made Heavy’s body shiver.
Her warmth had him in a chokehold. His nostrils flared, and his lids fluttered as he tried to gather himself.
Cyren’s pussy was so wet, he literally felt like he was drowning.
He offered her inch by inch, reacquainting himself.
Hadn’t anything changed but the date because that pussy was still gripping, still dripping, and had Heavy ready to act a fool in it.
“Shit don’t make no sense,” he grunted, appreciative as ever.
Heavy long-stroked her with precision, making up for the limited time they had before. In the comfort of his home, he planned to fuck every ounce of pain and confusion she had about them, out of her.
“Ooooh, yes! Yes!”
Heavy gave her nothing but relentless pounding, holding her down by the back of her thighs.
She was wide open for him, receiving dick so superb, she was having second thoughts about all the mess she’d been talking earlier.
If this was what just having fun and being in the moment entailed, she wanted to stay here for as long as possible.
She wanted to treat whatever this was like a 24/7 amusement park, enjoying every ride there.
Specifically, the one she was on now. Rubbing her nipples, she fucked him back.
“Damn, Pooh,” Heavy groaned, chopping and screwing the nickname he assigned to her without permission.
The way she coated his pretty, chocolate pole had him in awe and in love with the sight of her. Cyren’s body was sickening, and her fuck faces turned him on even more. Wanting to see her from a different angle, Heavy pulled out of her.
“No, come here.” Cyren pouted, reaching for him.
Lying on his back, Heavy pulled her atop him, smacking an as cheek. “I ain’t going nowhere. Show me sum’.”
Forever down for a challenge, Cyren did just that.
Sliding down him with ease but caution, she sat still for a second before she began grinding.
She just needed to feel all of him. She wanted to test the depths his lengths could reach.
Her entire body tingled, feeling him everywhere.
Heavy was trying his best to keep his eyes open and on her, but she had his head gone that quickly.
She slowly rode him, making him lose his mind.
“This dick feels so good,” Cyren moaned as he hardened.
Heavy was enjoying the show, rubbing her body and clit as she took them to new heights.
Balancing herself, Cyren rode him with precision.
With her hands on his chest, she bounced, handling him like a G.
Pumping his hips from underneath her, Heavy kept his eyes on her as she frowned sexily.
His mission was to make her lose all control and keep creaming on his dick.
“Mmhmm. That dick still feels good to you?” he asked.
All she could do was nod as he pounded into her.
It felt so good, Cyren couldn’t help but lie across his chest and bury her face in the crook of his neck.
He felt so good; all those thoughts she had were scattered about her frazzled brain now.
His hand found the back of her neck as she let him have his way.
Heavy was tapping into parts of her she didn’t even know existed.
Ever the gentleman, he held her tightly as she came again, losing count of the number of orgasms she’d had by now.
“Yes, baby. Please keep fucking me.” Her whispered moans in his ear made Heavy only want to do what she said for the rest of his life.
Right now, for the rest of the night, and tomorrow, because he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
He gripped the front of her neck as they swapped spit, kissing like long-lost lovers.
This was another dangerous side of Heavy that she was wide open for.
The safe kind where she let her guard down, letting her walls rain down on him.
“Yeah... that’s it. Fuck! Wet this dick up,” Heavy instructed, biting her bottom lip. “You trying to get this nut up out me?”
Forehead pressed against his, Cyren nodded.
That’s exactly what she wanted, and then a round two.
Heavy was good for it and would give her exactly that.
She contracted her muscles, making his dick twitch.
Grinning, she popped her pussy, making the sounds of their session drown out the TV and echo throughout the room.
Their eyes met one another, silently speaking and agreeing on something neither of them wanted to admit aloud.
Cyren could front all she wanted to, but Heavy was going to always call her bluff. Even when he had his dick so deep inside her, and all she could do was scream his name, bringing them both to ecstasy. This time, ensuring he got his, too, without interruptions.