Amaris #3
I dropped my sweats, spread my legs apart, then bent down, using my right hand to grab one ankle.
Roy was now upside down in my line of vision.
The cold air kissed my wet pussy. All the blood rushed to my head as my fingers parted my moist lower lips apart.
I rubbed the pads of my index and middle finger against my clit, moaning softly.
The hunger and intensity locked into his smoldering eyes thrilled me to no end.
I dared him with my own eyes to try me. I wondered if he’d fold. Then I asked myself just how far I’d let him take it since he had me in a compromising position.
“It’s just too bad that I wouldn’t dare let you explore shit when it comes to me.” I winked at him before sliding my middle finger inside of my hot wet tunnel.
Not wanting to tease myself while trying to tease him, I slid my finger out and sucked my juices seductively then stood up straight. I silently put on my sweats with a small smirk on my face. I kept my eyes on the drawer in front of me, still feeling the heat of Roy’s eyes glued to my backside.
“You the type of nigga that want to feel some shit forreal…” I giggled softly. “Too bad I won’t be the bitch that you’ll ever feel some shit with.” I looked over my shoulder and winked, pulling the jaw string of my sweats tightly before putting it into a knot.
“I’d have you thinking you was walking on the moon, baby,” I boasted, shaking my head.
I shut my drawers back, getting ready to turn around and face him but was stopped abruptly by his hand wrapping tightly around my throat.
“I’m a fucking dog, baby.” He licked the shell of my ear, causing me to shudder. “The worse kind of dog.” He sniffed right into my ear then barked loudly, making me jump. “I can smell the pee mixed with light musk radiating off that soppy lil shit between these thick ass thighs…”
I gasped when his hand smoothly reached around and grabbed a handful of my pussy through my sweats. My top teeth nearly penetrated my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
“That shit throbbing ain’t it?” He squeezed harder.
A low squeak left my mouth before he started moving his hands from side to side.
It was the right amount of pressure against my aching bud.
I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.
I told myself over and over not to hump his hand back, but my hips and pussy had a mind of its own.
I thrusted once then found it to be tortuously painful when I forced myself to stop.
My teasing backfired.
The cotton material of my sweats started to soak up all my juices, followed by my body bucking like I was possessed.
Just that fast, I was close to the edge of an explosive orgasm without him making contact with my bare sex.
His warm breath caressed the inside of my ear canal, making my nipples stiffen.
“You want me to pull these sweats down and fuck the shit out of you.” He squeezed tighter.
What he said wasn’t a question, it was a statement of truth.
I wanted him to do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me.
Heavy lust had its way of transforming a well-grounded, self-preserved woman like myself into a pure sex demon.
I went fully celibate for over a year; the only time I touched my pussy was when it was time to clean it.
“I’m the wrong mutha fucka to tease, especially when I refuse to explore in debt pussy.”
My face heated as my entire body came alive and unraveled shamefully. My light groaning turned into full fledge moans.
“It’s too bad I can’t lick every inch and crevice of this fat ass pussy.” His fingers curved upward.
“I’d make this pussy cum back-to-back with just my tongue until it start having a mind of its own and cumming soon as it senses me close.” He blew in my ear.
His thick tongue flicked over my earlobe repeatedly.
“Oh!” I moaned out a little too loud for my liking.
“Ohhhh!” He mimicked me.
“Oh is fuckin’ right.” His hand came to a stop, but my hips kept bucking wildly. “Look at you, trying to chase a nut I’m not about to give you.” He teased.
“Mmm,” I whimpered, so close to my release.
“That pussy whining for me.” He pulled his hand away then slapped it hard between my legs. “It sucks that I ain’t gon’ let you clean it before we leave.”
“Please I—”
“Need to nut,” he cut me off sharply.
“Too fuckin bad…”
His teeth sunk into my earlobe, seconds later, he sucked the pain away. My entire body struggled to stay in place when he stepped away from me. I felt cold all over, the letdown was enough to make me want to crawl over glass before having to face him.
“Don’t ever test and play with a dog ass nigga like me that needs to feel something, Amaris… Now you gon’ be locked up in my guest room, listening to me fuck the shit out of the next bitch while you play in that pussy, wishing it was me.” He chuckled.
I turned so quick it felt like I caught a cramp in my side. Soon as my hand came up, his gun appeared, pointing right in my face.
“I’m gon’ keep my promise; grab some things and let’s go. Don’t ever attempt to put yo hands on me, Breasturant.”
“Fuck you! And stop calling me that!” I hissed through gritted teeth.
My stomach flipped annoyingly hard. I became grateful when he put his gun away then gave me his back.
“Hurry the fuck up, I know you gon’ want to see your dad before we leave.”