Amaris #2
My pussy was on full display, the cool air in the room caressed it. The extra coldness pressed against my southern lips was very telling without me having to feel between my legs to know how wet I was. Royal was in dog mode as he loudly sniffed the air between us.
Before I could fully process all of what he was doing, he smacked his hand against my swollen lower lips. I squealed from the sharp sting then moaned sexily. His fat fingertips rubbed against my stiff clit with precision. It felt so good, I couldn’t help but to surrender and bend into his touch.
“I been tryna avoid this shit,” he grumbled out lowly, as his middle and index finger slid into my hot box. He twisted and wiggled them inside of me like he was searching for something that was the key to my hidden forbidden door.
Soon as he found my G-spot that hadn’t been activated in so long, he pressed his thumb against my bud and moved it from side to side.
“I can tell,” he grunted. “This pussy never had nobody tend and talk to it like I’m getting ready to.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah… that’s what all these niggas like to think. I thought inwardly, wanting to roll my eyes while still chasing the euphoric sensation of his rough fingers guiding me to delirium. Every part of my body ached for a release.
“Please don’t stop, Royal.” I slowly thrusted my hips forward.
The swell in my belly deflated as I took in harsh breaths. My hand grazed over my stiff nipples. I couldn’t help but to pinch one just to add a little pain to the overwhelming amount of pleasure zinging up and down my body.
“You just don’t know how sexy yo thick ass look… thick long ass legs spread open… this pussy crying for a nigga,” he whispered raspily, lowering himself without slowly his pace.
My pussy smacked against his fingers, making disrespectful noises. He inhaled me loudly then…
“Rooofffffff! Roooffff!” He growled and barked, sounding animalistic as hell.
I stifled my giggle followed by a moan; he devoured my pussy like a starved caveman.
“Thrust that pussy harder, try to drown a nigga,” he urged, slapping the side of my thigh.
He paused long enough to push the hood of my clit back.
What thee fuck! My eyes widened. All of a sudden it felt like he was my gynecologist, inspecting my pussy.
He grabbed my pulsing little nub between his thumb and index finger then squeezed tightly.
My hypersensitive nerves damn near sent me off the bed.
I screamed for mercy because how the fuck was this even possible?
“Ro-Rooooo—”
He squeezed my clit tighter, cutting my words off with the pressure of his fingers.
I arched off the bed like I was possessed, moaning while trying to scoot the hell away from the overwhelming sensations that jolted through my clit.
It hurt painfully good. Too damn good. I panted as tears welled in my eyes.
I pressed my hand at the edge of his forehead to push him back.
He looked away from my clit and sneered sexily up at me.
“Pull them big ass titties out and lay yo ass the fuck back.” He pinched my clit harder.
This had to be clit abuse, but the tension in my stomach told a different story.
“Do what I said so I can make this pussy nut,” he urged me.
I didn’t bother wiping the tears from my cheeks. A small whimper escaped my lips from the impending pressure of his two fingers tightening around my clit. With shaky hands, I pulled my arms out of the thin straps of my gown. My entire body shuttered before my back hit the soft mattress.
“Fuck,” Royal grunted. “Them titties so big and fuckin’ juicy; look at those hard ass nipples, baby. Suck one of them bitches for me.”
His voice was huskily deep. I cupped underneath my right tittie and eagerly darted my tongue across my hardened tip.
“Suck that shit like you’d suck this dick.” He slipped his middle finger into my contracting tunnel.
I moaned and sucked harder; he removed his fingers and lowered his head between my legs.
“Suck harder.” His thick tongue flickered over my clit.
He pulled back, spit on my pussy then slurped it nastily back into his mouth.
“Mmm hmmm, this pussy gon’ be a real good girl for me,” he grumbled, the base of his voice sent vibrations up my spine.
“Take it,” I panted.
Sweat started to gather in the creases of my neck.
“Take my pussy, Ro Ro.” I bucked my hips softly forward, wanting him to take full control over my entire body.
His thick tongue snaked its way inside of me, then traveled through the rest of my wet folds.
Royal let out a feral growl as his tongue dived deeper.
I threw my head back, rocking my hips harder while his nose rubbed against my clit.
I appreciated him not letting up in the midst of me getting ready to cum.
He sucked and tongued my clit until it was super sensitive and thumping against his mouth. Royal was in full control, even with me practically humping his face off. He slid two fingers back inside of me while rimming my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Ro… Ro, pleaseeee baby.” I simpered out.
“Please.” He slurped my clit back in his mouth then spat it out. “What?”
“I love it,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip.
I was sprung off his tongue, his thick lips, the feel of his callous hands grazing against my soft skin, and the way his skilled fingers worked in and out of me. I fisted my dreads as my stomach tightened.
“I-I’m cumming!” I damn near shouted in a panicked tone.
He lazily licked and sucked my pussy clean while his fingers still worked my G-spot until I came apart.
“That’s right, Breasturant, spit that hot shit out to me,” he praised.
I panted and shook while thinking about feeling him deep inside of me now. The heat of his breath fanned against my wet folds before he sat up and dug into the pocket of his sweats, producing a square golden wrapper.
“You came in this room with a plan,” I said weakly.
“I did, I told you…” He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth. “I pay for pussy… your room and board is overdue.” He spit the wrapper out, and it landed right on top of my stomach.
I rolled my eyes as his studied me.
“Can I pay for that sweet musty pussy?” He smirked.
“Nigga, my pussy ain’t musty.” I laughed.
Royal had me fucked up. This was the second time he referred to my pussy as musty.
“Shidddd,” he drawled, settling back down between my thighs. “That shit ain’t giving me the subway smell, all pussy got a lil mustiness to it… yo shit sweet though, and since you was sitting up sweating and drinking… it had a lil tang to it.”
We stared at each other before we both fell out laughing.
“Fuck you, Ro Ro.” I pushed at his well-defined shoulders.
“Fuck you, Ro Ro,” he mocked me. “Why you calling me that shit any ways? That’s a bitch name.” He peppered kisses from my knee up to the top of my thigh.
“I don’t know, you were eating my pussy so good… I couldn’t get your whole name out.” I shrugged. “It sticks though…. Now pop that dick, Ro Ro.” I winked.
He tossed the condom to the side of my leg and sat back up on his knees.
“Alexa,” he called out loud with a sneaky smirk gracing his handsome face. “Play ‘too slippery’ by Boss Man Dlo,” he instructed the speaker on my dresser.
“You so fuckin’ random… I swear.” I giggled, suddenly captivated by his random silliness.
I was still riding the wave of being high from cumming so damn hard and here he was playing music like he hadn’t just snatched my soul with his mouth. I sat up in bed and picked up my drink that was now watered down with melted ice. I shook it lightly before taking a big gulp.
When I flicked my eyes up, I froze in awe from the sight of Royal’s dick standing up at attention. His dick was as beautiful as him. It was a solid ten inches, thick in width. He was blessed with a big mushroom crown.
Boss Man rapped to the beat as Royal bobbed his head, rapping right along with him.
Enjoying the beat, I tossed my dreads over my shoulders and snapped my fingers, nodding my head as well.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so carefree like this, enjoying the company of a man.
So I let go any second-guessing and joined him on his silly binge.
“Make that dick jump, Ro Ro.” I pumped him up.
He pumped his hips back and forth with that same crooked smirk, making that dick slap against his stomach.
“Oooo you blessed babyyyy.” I cooed out before busting out laughing hard.
“A nigga hella blessed,” he bragged lowly.
I blinked my eyes, and he was scooting up so his body was pressed against mine.
I smiled in his face, not being able to deny the raw chemistry and good vibes between us.
I leaned back, wrapped my legs around him then pulled him close with my legs so I could feel the hard length of him against my wet pussy.
He gritted as my hand ran down the back of his waves.
“I want you to pop that dick all in this pussy.” I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip.
“You ever cum from these?” He pressed his hard chest against my nipples, making them pebble.
“No,” I moaned out.
“Bet,” he murmured before moving his hand down the curve of my stomach.
He gripped a handful of my gut as he trailed soft kisses along my shoulder.
“I know the type of woman you are, Breasturant.” He laid his head on my right tittie, and I could have sworn I felt my nipple in his ear canal.