Chapter Thirteen
SIA
"Take this off," Dose groaned. His tongue removed from my lips and slithered down to my neck, where he sucked and licked. He was tugging at my jacket, already gripping the button, sliding it down before releasing it when my breast sprang free.
There was no need to wear a bra and panties over here. Honestly, I hadn't planned on doing anything with him. Nonetheless, a bra and panties weren't needed because I wasn't going anywhere that required them.
"Take 'em off," he tugged at the hem of my pants and gripped them tight while motioning me to sit up so he could slide my pants off.
Now I was completely naked, sitting on his couch, exposed and vulnerable in a way I hadn't been with anyone in a long time.
"Come here," Dose said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I stood up on shaky legs and walked over to him. He pulled me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his hips, and I could feel the heat of his body through his sweatpants.
"You so fuckin' beautiful," he murmured, his hands sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips.
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. Not soft. Not gentle. Nasty. Hungry. His tongue pushed into my mouth, exploring, claiming, and I moaned into the kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders.
He kissed me like he was starving, like he'd been waiting his whole life for this moment. His tongue tangled with mine, sucking on it, biting my bottom lip, making me whimper.
I spread my legs wider, pressing my pussy against his stomach, and I could feel how wet I was. My sap was coating his skin, slick and warm, and he groaned when he felt it.
"Damn, you wet as fuck," he muttered against my lips, his hands strumming my moist pussy.
"Shut up," I breathed, grinding against him.
His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. Then his mouth followed, his lips wrapping around one nipple, sucking hard.
"Fuck," I gasped, my head falling back.
He sucked and licked, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. My pussy was throbbing, aching, begging for more.
"Lay back," he commanded, his voice rough.
I slid off his lap and laid back on the couch, my legs spreading automatically. Dose stood up, pulling his tank top off completely, and I watched as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
"I been thinkin' about this pussy all week," he said, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wider.
He leaned in, his tongue licking a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, and I nearly came right then and there.
"Oh my god," I moaned, my hands flying to his head.
He ate my pussy like a man possessed, his tongue diving inside me, fucking me with it, his nose rubbing against my clit. He was nasty with it, spitting on my pussy, sucking on my lips, making obscene sounds that had me dripping even more.
"Dose, fuck," I whimpered, my hips bucking against his face.
He didn't stop. He kept going, his tongue working me over until I was shaking, my thighs trembling around his head.
Then he moved lower. His tongue slid down to my ass, and I gasped, my eyes flying open.
"Wait—"
"Relax," he murmured, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart.
His tongue circled my asshole, teasing it, before pushing inside, and I lost my fucking mind.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I chanted, my hands gripping the couch cushions.
He ate my ass like it was nothing, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I couldn't do anything but take it, my body trembling with pleasure.
When he finally pulled back, his face was covered in my juices, and he didn't even wipe it off. He just leaned up and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and I could taste myself on him.
It was nasty. It was filthy. And I loved every second of it.
"I need to fuck you," he said, his voice strained.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Condom."
He paused, his brow furrowing. "I get tested every month, Sia. I'm clean."
"I don't care," I said, my voice firm. "Condom."
He stared at me for a long moment, and I could see the question in his eyes. Why? But he didn't ask. He just nodded and stood up, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a box of condoms.
The truth was, I wasn't worried about diseases. I was worried about feelings. Raw sex meant intimacy. It meant connection. It meant letting him all the way in, and I wasn't ready for that. I couldn't afford to catch feelings for Dose. Not when I knew how this would end.
He came back, rolling the condom on, and I watched as his dick sprang free from his sweatpants.
My eyes went wide. His dick was huge. Thick.
Long. Easily ten inches, maybe more. The head was fat and glistening with pre-cum even through the latex, and I could see the veins running along the shaft.
I'd fucked plenty of niggas in my life—had my share of good dick—but this? This was different. This was monstrous.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
"You good?" he asked, noticing my expression.
"I—" I swallowed hard. "That's not gonna fit."
He chuckled, climbing back onto the couch, positioning himself between my legs. "It'll fit. I'll make it fit."
"Dose, I'm serious. I've never—"
"I know," he said, his voice soft now, reassuring. "I got you, love. I'ma take care of you. Just trust me."
I nodded, even though my heart was racing.
He lined himself up with my entrance, the head of his dick pressing against my pussy, and I tensed.
"Relax," he murmured, his hand sliding up my thigh. "Breathe for me."
I took a deep breath, trying to relax my body, and he pushed in slowly. Just the tip.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hands gripping his arms.
"You good?" he asked, pausing.
"Yeah," I lied, even though it hurt like hell. The cucumber couldn't compare to this.
He pushed in a little more, and I gasped, my nails digging into his skin.
"Sia, look at me," he said, his voice firm.
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze.
"You got this," he said. "I know it hurts, but you got this. Just breathe."
I nodded, taking another deep breath, and he pushed in further. Inch by inch, he filled me, stretching me in a way I'd never been stretched before.
"Oh my god," I whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
"I know, baby, I know," he murmured, his hand cupping my face. "You doin' so good. Just a little more."
He pushed in deeper, and I cried out, my body trembling.
"Dose, I can't—"
"Yes you can," he said, his voice steady. "You takin' it so good, love. Just a little more."
Finally, after what felt like forever, he was all the way in. All ten inches. I could feel him in my stomach, stretching me, filling me completely.
"Fuck," I breathed, my chest heaving.
"You good?" he asked, his forehead resting against mine.
"Yeah," I whispered, even though I wasn't sure.
He started to move, slow and steady, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. The pain was still there, but it was starting to fade, replaced by something else. Something that felt good. Really good.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. "You feel so fuckin' good, Sia."
I moaned, my hips starting to move with his, meeting his thrusts. The pain was gone now, replaced by pure pleasure. He was hitting spots inside me I didn't even know existed, and I was losing my mind.
"Dose," I gasped, my nails raking down his back.
"I got you," he said, his pace picking up. "I got you, love."
He fucked me slow, deep and steady, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Each stroke was deliberate, measured, letting me feel every inch of him. His dick stretching me with every thrust, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh my god," I whimpered, my legs trembling. "Dose, I can't—"
"Yes you can," he said, his voice steady. "You takin' it so good, love. Look at how your pussy swallowing my dick."
I glanced down between us and saw what he meant. My pussy lips were stretched wide around his thick shaft, gripping him tight as he pushed deeper. He placed his big hands on the back of my thighs and pushed them back further and further, so I could take all of him.
"Fuck," I breathed, watching him disappear inside me.
"Oh shit," I moaned, my hips starting to move with his. "That feels so good."
"Yeah?" he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. "You like how this dick feel?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck yes."
He picked up the pace, his strokes getting deeper, harder. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with my moans and his grunts.
"Goddamn, your pussy so tight," he groaned. "Gripping my dick so good."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he cursed under his breath.
"Fuck, Sia," he said, his pace picking up. "You tryna make me nut already?"
"No," I breathed, my nails raking down his back. "I want you to fuck me. Really fuck me."
Something shifted in his eyes—something dark and primal—and he grinned.
His eyebrows furrowed. "You sure?"
"Yes," I nodded my head rapidly.
He pulled out completely, and I whimpered at the loss. But before I could protest, he flipped me over, bending me over the armrest of the couch.
"Arch that back for me," he commanded.
I did as I was told, arching my back and pushing my ass up in the air. I could feel my pussy dripping, my juices running down my thighs.
"Look at this pretty ass pussy," he said, running his hand over my ass before giving it a hard slap, then inserted his finger and began to finger fuck me. Inserting one finger was just the beginning to an erotic pleasure that made my toes curl, but when he inserted another finger, I lost it.
I yelped, the sting mixing with pleasure.
He lined himself up again and pushed in, this time in one hard thrust.
"Oh fuck!" I screamed, my hands gripping the couch cushions.
From this angle, he felt even deeper, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. He didn't give me time to adjust—he just started fucking me, hard and fast, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust.