Chapter 9
Solo’s tongue needed a holiday or a street named after it. The pleasure it provided should have been studied by the world’s most renowned scientists. When his face found its way between my thighs earlier, that was just a preview . . . a sample, if you will.
This time, he left no room for me to question a damn thing. If he carried me to my room, tucked me into bed, and went on his merry way, I’d be asleep before he made it to my door.
He lifted my legs from his shoulders, one at a time. Thankfully, his hand was around my waist because I’d forgotten how to use my legs. I heard him chuckle as he stood, picked me up bridal-style, and carried me to his bedroom.
“You ready for that shower?” he asked.
“My legs don’t work.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of you.”
He set me on his bed and helped me lift my dress over my head, then kneeled to take off my shoes. When he stood, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, which was wet with my juices. By the time he was fully undressed, my breathing had become heavy.
This man’s body was chef’s kiss, and I concluded that he was God’s favorite. He let Solo get in the dick line not once, not twice, but at least three times. It was a good thing I had nowhere to be for the next several days because I’d surely be walking funny when Solo was done with me.
“You like what you see?” he teased.
Without taking my eyes off his dick, I whispered more to myself than him, “I think I’m in love.”
“I guess that’s a good start.”
I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, disappointed when I could no longer see him, and eagerly waited for him to return. I heard the shower start, and seconds later, he reappeared.
As he approached me, his dick swung from left to right, slapping against his leg. He wasn’t even hard, and that muthafucka looked like it was at least nine inches. I should’ve been scared or nervous, but I was looking forward to conquering that monster.
“Your legs working or are you still helpless?” he asked.
I stood and put my arms around his neck. “Pick me up.”
He cupped my ass, lifting me from the floor, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re playing with fire, putting that hot pussy on me and these titties in my face.”
“No sense in putting off the inevitable. You’ll be extremely familiar with every inch of my body by night’s end.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.”
He opened the glass shower door and stepped inside.
The water wasn’t as warm as I liked it, but it would suffice.
He placed me on the bench before standing to his full height.
His dick was in the perfect position to be taken in my mouth.
I reached up to grab it, but he grabbed my wrist before I could make the connection.
“After we bathe, I’m gon’ give you this dick, and you’ll get your chance to show me what that mouth do.”
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
I stood and brushed past him, intentionally rubbing my breasts against him as I stepped under the shower. We bathed hurriedly and in silence, the sexual tension between us building with each passing second.
After we rinsed off, I turned the water off and reached for the shower door, but Solo stopped me.
“When I drop this dick off in you, I don’t wanna hear shit but my praises. No running, no telling me to slow down, and no begging me to stop.”
I nodded, but he still wouldn’t let me open the shower door.
“What?”
“Are we clear?”
“If your dick is as magical as your tongue, we’re very clear.”
We finally left the confines of the shower and returned to the bedroom. Before we reached the bed, he wrapped one arm around my waist from behind and pulled me against his chest. He leaned down and whispered as his lips brushed against my ear. “You ready for this dick?”
“Yes.”
“Middle of the bed. Legs open.”
He let me go and watched as I followed his command. I got into the requested position and waited anxiously for him to touch me. When the seconds ticked by and I didn’t feel his presence near me, I lifted onto my elbows to look at him impatiently.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Admiring that pretty pussy. Let me see you play with it.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Play with that pussy for me, or do you need me to go get your little toy?”
I smacked my lips before saying, “First of all, don’t do Titan. He gets me right and never lets me down.”
“Titan? It sounds like I might have some competition.”
“You definitely do.”
“Put your index and middle fingers on your clit and rub in a circular motion.”
“I know how to pleasure myself, Solo.”
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He stepped out of the way, and it fell to the floor. The way his dick swayed when he moved made my pussy throb.
“Shut up and show me.”
“Come closer.”
I felt the heat from his gaze as he came to the edge of the bed. The way I wanted this man inside me made absolutely no sense. If letting him watch me play with my pussy would get him there faster, I was all in.
As he’d instructed, I used my index and middle fingers to apply pressure to my clit before moving them in a circular motion. I cupped one of my breasts and used my thumb to flick my nipple. With each passing second, my pussy became wetter.
My eyes had been focused on his face, watching him watch me, his expression changing from intrigue to delight to desire. When he reached for his dick, my eyes followed, and I bit my bottom lip when he began to stroke.
I didn’t plan to make myself cum, but watching him pleasure himself while he watched me do the same thing did something to me. I slipped my two fingers into my now sopping wet hole and used my thumb to massage my clit.
The longer I watched him, the more sensitive my bud became. Before I knew it, my pussy tightened around my fingers, and my juices began to flow. I closed my eyes and lost myself as I climaxed.
“Fuck!” I screamed as I came, throwing my head from side to side as my body tensed.
“Damn, baby. You look sexy as fuck. Put your fingers in my mouth,” Solo whispered against my ear.
I had no idea when he’d come to bed, but when I opened my eyes, he hovered above me. I slowly removed my fingers from my pussy and lifted them to his mouth. He licked and sucked every trace of my essence from them while his eyes penetrated mine.
As soon as I removed my fingers from his mouth, his lips were on mine. After two soft pecks, his tongue slipped inside, and I tasted the flavor of my loins. As we kissed, I opened my legs wider, and I could feel his dick grinding against my clit.
A moan escaped my lips when the tip of Solo’s dick found my entrance. He tore his mouth away from mine and looked into my eyes. Nothing was said as he put his hand between us and slid his dick up and down between my lips.
The buildup to this moment and the current teasing had me on the verge of unraveling. My pussy and I were losing patience and wanted him in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and used the heels of my feet to bring him closer. He stopped moving when he realized what I was doing.
“Chill, baby. I’m about to give you this dick, but don’t forget what I told you earlier.”
“When I drop this dick off in you, I don’t wanna hear shit but my praises. No running, no telling me to slow down, and no begging me to stop.”
I recalled his words and prayed he wasn’t all talk and no action. When he began moving again, the head of his dick pressed against my hole, and I stilled in anticipation.
“I’m about to stretch this pussy and make it mine. No other man will be able to come behind me. You ready for that?”
People said the craziest things when they were chasing orgasms, and although I’d heard what Solo said, I didn’t take his words at face value. So, of course, I told him I was ready.
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m not wrapping up, but I promise I’ll pull out.”
Before I could process his words, his long, thick, veiny, condomless dick had filled me to the brim.
“Oh my God,” I whispered as my pussy walls were pushed to the limit.
“I knew this pussy was lethal,” he mumbled into my neck before leaving several soft kisses.
I’d never been a lazy fuck, because in the past, if I didn’t work to get mine, I wouldn’t get it. With Solo, I couldn’t do shit but get fucked, and it was the most glorious feeling I’d ever experienced.
While his dick provided the kind of pleasure I didn’t know existed, his tongue caressed my neck, jawline, earlobe, and cheek before he lifted his upper body ever so slightly to have access to my breast.
When he swiped his tongue over my nipple, then pushed damn near my whole breast into his mouth and sucked on it as if it was the only way he’d receive nourishment, I lost it.
“My God!” I screamed.
Solo slowed his strokes and let my titty pop from his mouth.
“Nah, that’s all me, baby. Say my muthafuckin’ name.”
And just like that, his mouth was full again. Tingles shot through my body as his dick penetrated my soul and his tongue tickled my nipples. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I came so hard, tears fell from my eyes, something that had never happened before, and I was low-key embarrassed.
When Solo noticed the tears, he slowed his strokes and kissed each side of my face before his lips landed on mine. I put my arms around his neck and let my legs fall to the side. What we were doing felt a lot like lovemaking, but it was too soon for that.
“Why the tears?” he asked when he pulled his mouth from mine.
“I don’t know. It’s never happened before.”
“Should I be worried?” His strokes deepened as he spoke.
I shook my head. “No. My orgasm felt so good it brought me to tears.”
He lifted onto his knees and dipped his arms underneath my thighs. This angle made me arch my back and roll my eyes to the back of my head. I put my hand on my stomach to relieve the pressure, and the tip of his dick hit my hand as he pounded inside of me.
“E, I’m ’bout to cum. This pussy feels too fucking good to pull out.”