Chapter 7
M y b o d y w a s still pulsing when I swallowed every drop of his cum. Sweat slicked my skin, thighs trembling, pussy still twitching from how hard I’d just cum riding him. My robe hung off one shoulder with his chain imprinted on my chest, and my heart beat in my ears like I ran a damn marathon.
Ahmad grinned, lying back against my pillows with his arms behind his head, thick dick still wet and half hard between his legs. “You good?” he asked, voice all low and smug.
I nodded. “Yeah…”
He tilted his head. “That don’t sound like confidence. You tappin’ out already?”
I narrowed my eyes and sat up straighter. “Tired and tapping out are two different things.”
“Aight then.” He sat up slowly, abs flexing, muscles tense. “Bend that ass over this bench.”
He stood up, and I joined him at the foot of the bed, climbing onto the black and gold bench. With my knees on the bench, I lay on the bed and arched my back. He grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezed, spread me open, and let out a deep groan behind me.
“Still so fuckin’ wet,” he muttered. “Shit looks like it’s beggin’ for this dick.”
“She is,” I shot back, arching my back on purpose.
That’s all he needed. I felt the thick head of his dick slide through my folds, slow and teasing, spreading that wetness. I braced myself, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how he slid in this time. Deep. All the way. Just a straight stroke that made me scream into the mattress.
“Ahmad, fuck!”
“Uh-huh,” he grunted, holding my hips steady. “Take this shit.”
He pulled out slowly and slammed back in, harder.
I threw it back on him out of reflex, moaning loudly as the bench creaked beneath us.
His grip on my waist tightened as he picked up the pace with deep, rough backshots, smacking against my ass with every thrust. Wet sounds filled the room.
Slaps. Skin. Moans. The music was long forgotten. This was the rhythm now.
“Fuck that silicone shit,” he growled, leaning over me, dick still buried deep. “I got what you need, mamas.”
I moaned and pushed back, clapping my ass against him. “Make me cum hard.”
He pulled my hair, wrapped it around his hand, and fucked into me harder.
“I gotchu.” His stroke game was vicious, like he was proving a point with every thrust. Each one hit deep, dragging over that one spot that made me gasp and reach for anything stable.
I bit the sheets as he kept going. “Damn, mamas,” he muttered behind me. “You creamin’ all over this dick.”
“I knowwww,” I moaned. “Fuck this puusssyyyy…”
He grabbed a handful of my ass and smacked it hard, the sting making me moan again.
Then his hand slid lower, fingers pressing into my clit while he kept stroking.
That was it. My body jerked as the orgasm hit me hard, fast, and uncontrollably.
My knees buckled, and I almost collapsed, but he caught me, held me up by the hips, and kept fucking me through it.
“Stay up,” he growled. “Don’t run.”
“I’m not,” I gasped. “I’m not… I’m just… fuuuccckkkk…”
“Yeah. That’s it. Let that shit out.” I squirted, pushing his dick out and it sprayed down my thigh, onto his stomach, his dick, the damn bench. I cried out, loud, breathless, trembling as the waves kept rolling through me. “Goddamn,” he groaned. “You a bad bitch.”
Ahmad didn’t stop. He switched angles, one foot on the floor, one foot on the bench, and slid back inside me. He drilled into me so fast and deep it made my toes curl. “Ooohhh, fuucckkk! Shiiittt!”
“You want me to stop?” he asked, voice a little breathless now.
“Hell no,” I panted. “Nut in this pussy. Fill me up.”
His growl came from deep in his chest. “Yo’ ass better be on birth control.”
The strokes got heavier. Slower. His grip on my hips got tighter.
I felt his whole body tense behind me. Then his groan got loud, and I felt him explode inside me.
Warm. Thick. All of it. He grunted through every twitch of his dick, still grinding slowly while he spilled it all.
I moaned again just from the feeling of being filled up like that.
We stayed there like that for a minute with his chest against my back.
Sweat dripping onto my skin. Our breathing loud, uneven, ragged.
He slid out slowly and I felt every inch drag along my walls before he pulled free, and then it happened.
That warm, wet mix of both of us dripped out of me thick and messy.
I groaned into the sheets, thighs twitching as it leaked down the inside of my leg and onto the damn bench cushion.
He smoothed his hand down my back, then smacked my ass once.
“Damn,” he said behind me. His voice was low and rough. He was damn near out of breath. “You gon’ have to throw this bench away.”
I laughed into the sheets, still breathless. “You better buy me a new one.”
“I gotchu.” He leaned over, kissed the dip in my back. Then, he helped me off the bench and guided me toward the bed. We collapsed on the mattress, bodies sticky, limbs tangled, both of us too tired to care.