Hassan #4
As soon as the doors were opened I led Sy to the penthouse suite that I’d rented out.
I knew if she changed her mind the couch was comfortable enough for me to still sleep well.
Today had been a lot for her and I was still feeling like I was taking advantage of her by bringing her up here.
But another part of me felt like she needed this based on how she was acting.
I wasn’t being benevolent in the slightest because Sylvie was a bad muthafucka.
But her actions combined with her words had me feeling like she needed some life changing dick. And I wasn’t about to deny her.
I opened the door to reveal the large, multi-room suite. We walked into the short foyer and could see the small kitchen, living room and the door to the bathroom. The powder room was to the left and the rest of the suite spread out to the right.
“I’ve lived here my whole life and have never seen this place.” Sylvia wasted no time kicking off her heels and making her way into the room. The roundness of her ass made it bounce in the silk of her skirt and I wasn’t too proud to admire the view.
“You staying by the door?” She pivoted on her toes turning back to me so that I had a full view of her body with the moon streaming in through the large windows.
“Nah. I can’t help but admire what I see.”
She looked flirtatiously over her shoulder and I knew I wasn’t going to be on the sofa tonight. “Admiring isn’t a hands on activity. You’re asking me about the last time I had an orgasm but you aren’t moving to do anything about it.”
My dick was damn near leaking with the way Sylvia was challenging the hell out of me.
I wasn’t going to speak too much on it because I knew what I could do.
It wasn’t arrogance but a determination that I wouldn’t let her leave this room until I’d achieved the goal of pleasing her.
So her talking shit didn’t mean much other than me because I would have the last laugh.
I strode toward her checking her face to see if there was any hesitation. Instead of finding discomfort, she had the look of a woman who was anticipating what was to come.
I stood in front of her and she immediately lowered herself to the ground.
“Sy—”
“Shut up, Hassan. You’re doing too much talking.
” She was talking shit directly to my dick and I swore she was trying to kill me.
I liked bossy women. Loved someone who knew what they wanted and didn’t mind demanding it.
One session was all it would take for me to discover what she liked and then anticipate her needs.
Damn, is that what I’m trying to do?
Her fingers had no problem with my belt and I stood waiting to see if she was going to falter.
I shouldn’t have doubted her because when her fingers met my dick that had been waiting for her to acknowledge it, she licked her lips and made this little joyful sound.
I was the one who was starting to get worried because in all my years I’d never had someone seem this thrilled at meeting my dick.
“I knew you weren’t going to be a disappointment.”
I helped slide my pants down my hips, allowing my dick to spring free. Sylvia’s eyes lit up again before she moistened her lips and took me to the back of her throat.
Sylvia was going to be a problem. Me having my dream girl deep throating my shit without gagging had me wanting to rip my damn sweater off my body and beat my chest.
“Take all that dick, Sisi, don’t think about stopping.” She giggled at my direction the feeling doing something extraordinary to my dick and forcing my toes to curl hard enough to scrape the insoles of my dress shoes.
“Damn, should you be sucking my dick like this?”
She never took her eyes off me as she popped me out of her mouth and thumped her lips with the head. For her to be playful with my dick after she’d gotten it this hard was crazy but damn if it didn’t make me like her even more. “Like what?”
She tried to look confused but that devious smirk surfaced again as her tongue came out to lick my length. I had to hold my breath to keep from moaning cause that shit felt so good.
“Like you own this muthafucka.”
“You want me to be timid with the dick, ‘San?” She licked around the head before running her tongue from the tip to the seam of my balls still smiling at me. That shit had me shivering it felt so fucking good and I needed to get inside of her soon.
“Nah, but damn you gone have me doing some crazy shit.” I was getting possessive of pussy that I hadn’t had yet. My hand went to the side of her face despite how bad I wanted to thread my fingers through her hair and slow stroke her tongue.
“I hope it involves me having lots of orgasms.” That grin was back as she tried to get back to what she was doing but I couldn’t have that. I halted her movements ignoring her confusion and picked her up.
She shrieked and braced herself like she thought I was going to drop her. Which I took as an insult. I reached up and gave her ass a squeeze to reassure her I had her. It was as firm as I expected it to be and I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my slacks all while holding her in the air.
“You really playing with me right now, Sylvia. Thinking I can’t toss you around this room while you’re still bouncing on my dick.
” I strode to the bedroom despite the impatience running through my veins to take her where we were.
Instead of placing her on her feet I laid her down on the bed and immediately ducked beneath the long silk skirt she wore.
I wasn’t shy about eating pussy and Sylvia’s had been calling me for decades.
She tried to scoot back onto the bed but I gripped her thighs and pulled her to the edge with her skirt still covering my upper body.
My earlier thoughts were confirmed when I saw the scrap of panties that were barely containing her lips.
That’s why her ass had been clapping the way it was when she walked beckoning my hands to test the firmness.
I licked the seam of her panties feeling her thighs quiver on my shoulder as her heels hung by my shoulder blades.
She was spread wide for me and I dived in not bothering to wait for her thoughts to get the best of her.
My nose nudged her panties out of the way as I took the first taste of my dream girl.
“Oh…Oh…FUCK!”
I felt the same way. Good and truly fucked the second my tongue swept past the glazed lips of her pussy.
She was already aroused, which had me even more determined to make her feel like the beautiful woman she was.
I used my tongue to dive deeper inside of her as she squirmed against the edge of the mattress.
“Hassan!”
I lapped at her clit before diving deeper again as she continued trying to run. The strength in my biceps and my traps didn’t fail me because I had Sylvia pinned to this fucking bed devouring her until she exploded against my tongue.
“Hassan!”
She screamed my name as she creamed and I cleaned her up before sucking on her clit causing her thighs to quiver yet again.
I pulled back and finally pulled the cashmere sweater I’d worn off my body and tossed it onto the side chair that was by the bed.
Sylvia rolled over, her legs still looking weak as she propped herself back up on her elbows.
The sparkly top she’d been wearing was askew but she reached back and unzipped it without my help.
Her medium sized breasts were perky and I couldn’t wait to taste them as I was stroking her.
“You good or do you need a minute?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” She had her head tilted to one side, all that thick ass hair shifted since her bun was lopsided.
“That’s the point, right? Kill all the bullshit you’re thinking and have you walking out here a new person.” My sweater went to the top of my open suitcase as I crawled back onto the bed to hover over her.
“Not you likening your dick to Jesus. It’s going to have me born again?”
“Something like that. You not about to get me popped in the mouth by an elder if you repeat this to one of your girls.”
She giggled as I ran my hand up her thigh. “Arrogant of you to think I’ll be bragging about tonight.”
“Nah, Sylvie. Just twenty plus years of knowing what this dick can do and being excited to finally be able to show you.”
Her skirt was pulled down her hips and I loved watching the way the muscles in her toned thighs flexed as she moved. The scrap of fabric she called panties were tangled up in the skirt and I made sure it and her shirt were resting on the settee at the end of the bed.
I admired her body as I blindly reached for the condoms I’d stored in the nightstand. I always traveled with them because you never knew what type of time you might be on during a mission but I never thought Sylvia would be the one I used them on.
A dream deferred is not a dream denied.
“Tell me if she’s ready for me, Sylvie. I can see that little head peaking through but spread those legs and let me see if she’s still wanting me to come pay her a visit, mama.”
She did as I asked and spread her thighs before she dipped her fingers inside of her core.
I could hear the slickness of her walls before I saw the evidence of her desire as she withdrew them from her body.
Sylvia’s moans were as addictive as her smiles and when she started to circle her now dampened fingers against her clit I almost nut on myself.
She looked sensual and powerful and nothing like the woman who’d been trying to drink her worries away hours earlier.
Briefly I felt bad knowing she was another man’s wife but when she moaned my name and told me to take care of her pussy, that fuck to give withered and died.