CHAPTER TEN #5
I was still trying to catch my breath as he stood up, pulling his shirt over his head. His body was fire. He had a defined six-pack abs, muscular chest, broad shoulders, tattoos covering his arms and torso.
Hood tattoos mixed with professional ones, all telling stories I wanted to learn.
Then he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the metal making my pussy clench in anticipation. He unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down along with his boxers.
"Oh my god," I breathed.
His dick was fucking huge. Thick as hell, long, dark brown, already rock hard and leaking precum at the tip. It curved up slightly, and I could see the veins running along the shaft. His balls hung heavy beneath, and I wondered how the hell that was supposed to fit inside me.
"Yeah, you see what you do to a nigga?" He stroked himself slowly, his large hand barely able to wrap around the girth, from base to tip, spreading the precum.
"Got my dick hard as fuck. I been wanting to fuck you for so long, ma.
I been thinking about bending you over, spreading them fat ass cheeks, sliding deep in this pussy. "
He reached into his nightstand, pulled out a condom, tore it open with his teeth. He rolled it on, and even with the condom his dick looked intimidating.
He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his dick pressing against my entrance. I could feel how big he was, how thick, and my breath caught.
"Look at me," he commanded, and my eyes snapped to his. "Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you. I wanna see your face when I stretch this pussy out. Wanna see your face when you realize you was made for this dick."
He pushed in slowly, just the tip, and I gasped at the stretch. It burned, the stretch almost too much, but also somehow exactly what I needed.
"Fuck, you tight," he groaned, his jaw clenched. "Pussy gripping me so fucking tight. Damn, ma."
"Sosa," I whimpered, my hands on his chest. "It's too big,”
"Nah, you can take it." He pushed in more, slowly, giving me time to adjust. "That's it, relax for me. Let me in."
Inch by inch, he worked himself inside me, and I felt like I was being split in half. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the look on his face was pure pleasure mixed with restraint, and im not gon lie that made it worth it.
"Halfway there," he muttered, looking down at where we were connected. "Look at how your pussy stretching around my dick. Look at how you taking me. So fucking sexy."
He pushed in more, deeper, and I cried out, my nails digging into his chest.
"I know, baby, I know," he said, his voice strained. "Just a lil’ more.”
Finally, he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against mine, his dick buried so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
"Fuck," we both groaned simultaneously.
He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel so fucking good," he panted. "Pussy wet and tight, gripping my shit perfect. Goddamn, ma."
He started moving, slow and deep at first, each stroke deliberate. His dick dragged against my walls, hitting spots inside me that made me see stars. He angled his hips and hit my G-spot dead on, and I nearly screamed.
"Found it," he said with a smirk. "Right there, huh? That's your spot?"
"Yes…mmmhmmm… Right there,"
"Aight." And then he started fucking me deeper.
His hips snapped against mine, his dick pounding into me, hitting that spot over and over. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with my moans and his grunts. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place while he fucked me.
"This my pussy now," he grunted, his voice rough. "Say it. Tell me who this pussy belong to."
"It's…. fuck…. it’s yours!" I gasped out, my hands clawing at his back.
"That’s right ma." He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and suddenly he was even deeper. “You bet not ever give this pussy to nobody else. You hear me."
"Yes! Oh god, yes!"
His hand came up to wrap around my throat, not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, just enough pressure to make me feel owned, dominated.
"Look at you, taking this dick so good," he said, his eyes locked on mine.
"Pretty face, titties bouncing, pussy creaming all over my dick.
You look so fucking sexy like this. I could fuck you all night," His other hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in circles.
The combination of his dick pounding into me and his thumb on my clit was too much.
"Sosa, I'm gonna come again," I whimpered.
"Then come. Come all over this dick, ma. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me."
A few more strokes and I was coming, harder than the first time, my whole body shaking, my pussy clenching around him so tight he cursed.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that," he groaned, fucking me through my orgasm. "Feel that pussy milking my dick. Damn, ma."
But he didn't stop. As soon as my orgasm subsided, he pulled out, flipped me over onto my stomach, and pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air.
"Arch that back for me," he commanded, and I did, pressing my chest to the bed while my ass stayed up. "Goddamn, look at this ass. Been wanting to see this shit bounce on my dick."
He positioned himself and slammed back in, and the new angle made him feel even bigger, even deeper. He grabbed my hips and started pounding into me, harder and faster than before. My ass bounced with each thrust, and he groaned.
"Yeah, there it go. Look at that ass jiggle." He smacked my ass hard, the sound cracking through the room. He smacked my ass again, harder, and I knew his handprints would be left there. Then again. And again. Each smack punctuated with a hard thrust.
He reached forward and grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling my head back, arching my spine more. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure and I moaned.
"Pussy so good," he grunted, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
“Ohhh you gon’ make me cum again,” I moaned.
“Nah not yet.” He said as he pulled out and flipped me onto my back again, pushing my legs up to my chest, folding me in half. Then he slid back in, even deeper in this position, and I gasped.
"I wanna see your face when I nut," he said, his rhythm becoming more erratic.
He was pounding into me now, chasing his own release, his face twisted in pleasure. Sweat dripped down his chest, his muscles flexing with each thrust.
"Fuck, I'm about to nut," he groaned. "This pussy got me ready to…
.fuck, ma, I'm coming,” He thrust deep one more time, holding himself there, his whole body tensing as he came.
His dick pulsed inside me and I could feel it even through the condom.
His grip on my thighs tightened, his eyes squeezed shut, a low groan ripping from his throat.
"Fuuuuck," he drew out, his body shuddering.
He stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, sweaty, completely spent. Then he slowly pulled out, and I winced at the sensitivity. He tied off the condom, tossed it in the trash by the bed.
He collapsed next to me, immediately pulling me into his arms so my head was on his chest. His heart was pounding under my ear, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Goddamn," he finally said. "Pussy too good. Got a nigga ready to risk it all."
I couldn't help but laugh weakly. "Risk what?"
"Everything. My business relationship with your brother. My freedom if he try to shoot me. Shit, my sanity. That pussy had me ready to nut in you raw, fuck a condom."
"Sosa!"
"I'm just keeping it real." His hand was stroking my back lazily.
"But nah, for real though. That was... fuck. That was different."
"Different how?"
"Just different. Better." He was quiet for a moment. "I want you to myself. No more of that escorting shit. No more Mr. Clyde. No more letting niggas pay for your time. Just you and me."
I lifted my head to look at him. "Sosa, you don't even know me like that to just be demanding some shit from me."
"I know enough." His hand came up to cup my face. "I know you smart, I know you strong, and I know you been hurt and that's why you out here doing what you doing. And I know that I want you, ma. For real. Not just for tonight, not just for the sex. I want all of you." "You can't just decide that,"
"I just did." He pulled me back down against his chest. "And you can fight it if you want, but we both know you don't really want to. You wouldn't be here if you ain't want this too."
He was right, and I hated it. But also... I didn't hate it. Being in his arms felt right in a way nothing had felt right in a long time. I was quiet for a moment, then the reality of the situation hit me.
"I gotta tell Yatta."
"Tell him what?"
"That we're..." I gestured between us. "That we're fucking around.”
"Nah."
I lifted my head again. "What do you mean, nah?"
"I mean nah you aint gotta do it, I'll tell him." His voice was firm,
"Sosa—"
"Listen." He sat up a little, keeping me in his arms. "That's your brother, yeah, but he's also my mans. if I'm making you mine, then I need to go to him about it the right way. Man to man. Not have you running to him talking about we fucking now."
"I wasn't going to say it like that,"
"Don't matter how you was gonna say it. This something I need to handle." His eyes were serious. "You his lil’ sister. I respect that nigga too much to have him find out from anybody but me. And I respect you too much to make it seem like this is just some casual shit. 'Cause it ain't.”
"What are you going to tell him?"
"The truth." He shrugged.
"That I want you, and you mine now and that I'ma take care of you and protect you. I want him to know that I’m serious about you and this ain't no hit-it-and-quit-it type shit. And if he got a problem with it, we can talk about it, but it ain't gon’ change shit. You still gon’ be mine when the conversation over. "
"He gon be so pissed off at me."