7. Pluto Mensah #4
My fingers tightened around his dick, and Pressure groaned like that did something to him.
I leaned into him and kissed his neck, sucking on the side of it while my hand kept moving between us.
His skin was warm under my mouth, and the taste of him made me want to stay there.
I sucked harder, then ran my tongue over the spot, loving the way his head tilted to give me more room.
His hands moved from my waist to my back, then lower until he was palming my ass, spreading me over his lap while I worked him slow in my hand.
The sounds coming out of him made something in me gush.
I wanted to hear more of that. I wanted my man loose under me.
I wanted him feeling so good that the day, the business, the babies, the stress and every heavy thing he carried couldn’t reach him for a while.
I wanted to be the only thing on his mind because I loved him and I had missed feeling like this with him.
I had missed wanting to give him every soft and nasty part of me without my body being tired before my heart could catch up.
I moved down his body, kissing over the opening of his silk shirt, then pushing it wider so I could get to his chest. My tongue dragged over his tattoos, and his stomach tightened when my mouth moved lower.
Pressure’s hand came to the back of my head, his fingers sinking into my hair while I kissed him slow over every hard line of muscle.
“You feel good?” I whispered against his skin.
“Mmm-hmm,” he groaned.
I kissed down his abs, letting my tongue trace the dips between them while my hands worked his pajama pants lower.
Pressure lifted his hips enough to help me, and when his dick came completely free, my mouth actually watered.
He was hard and full, standing against his stomach with that slickness shining at the tip, and for a second I just looked at him because I loved that part of him too.
I loved knowing his body, what made him breathe harder, what made his hands tighten and what made his voice get rough.
I wrapped my hand around his dick and kissed the head slow.
Pressure’s fingers gripped in my hair, but he didn’t push me. He let me take my time. I kissed him again, then licked the pre nut from the tip before dragging my tongue around the head in a slow circle. His hips jerked a little, and I looked up at him while I opened my mouth and slid him inside.
“Fuck, Pluto,” he moaned, his voice already broken.
I took him down slow, letting my tongue flatten under him while my lips stretched around his dick. He filled my mouth, and I breathed through my nose as I worked him deeper. My hand stroked the base, twisting with every pull of my mouth, and spit started gathering around my lips almost immediately.
Pressure leaned back on one hand, and the other stayed in my hair.
I pulled up until just the head rested on my tongue, then sucked him there while my hand moved slick over the rest of his dick. His chest was moving harder now, and the sound of him groaning above me made my pussy clench.
I took him back down, but deeper this time.
My throat tightened around him, and Pressure cursed under his breath while his fingers gripped my hair.
More spit ran down my hand, and I used it to stroke him wetter, twisting up while my mouth slid down.
Every time I pulled off him, I kissed around the head and looked up at him, letting him see my lips wet, my chin messy and my eyes on him.
“Damn, baby,” he moaned. “That mouth.”
I kept going because the way he said it made me want to go harder.
I sucked him slow and nasty. I loved on him with my mouth, kissing his dick, licking down the side of it, taking him deep, then pulling back so my hand could stroke him while I caught my breath.
Spit slid over my fingers and down to my wrist, and when I rubbed my thumb over the tip, his dick pulsed in my hand.
Pressure watched me with so much love and lust in his eyes that my chest got full.
I pulled him out of my mouth slow, letting my lips drag over him until the head slipped free. My mouth, chin and fingers were wet and I didn’t wipe any of it away. I kissed around his dick, soft and patient because this part wasn’t just nasty to me. It was intimate. It was mine. He was mine.
“I love you,” I said, looking up at him with his dick still in my hand.
Pressure’s whole face softened. “I love you too, baby,” he said, low and honest.
I kissed his dick again, then licked all the way down to his balls.
I took my time there, kissing and sucking him the way I knew he loved, letting my hand keep stroking his dick while my mouth gave attention to every part of him.
Pressure’s head dropped back, and the sound that came out of him made heat spread through my stomach so fast I had to press my thighs together.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, reaching for my shoulders. “Come here. I need to feel my pussy.”
I let him pull me up his body, and when I got close enough, I pressed my mouth to his.
I kissed him deep and opened for him, pushing my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on me.
Pressure groaned into the kiss and pulled me tighter, his hands gripping my ass while my titties pressed into his chest through the lace.
He pushed his pajama pants down the rest of the way and kicked them off, then his hands came back to me like he couldn’t stand not touching me for even a second. I stayed over him, kissing him while his fingers moved between my thighs. He brushed over the wet spot in my panties, and my hips jumped.
“You wet as fuck,” he breathed against my mouth.
I nodded while he kept his fingers right there. “I know.”
Pressure moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my pussy, slow enough to make me lose my breath. He rubbed me open, feeling how wet I was, then wrapped his hand around his dick and lined himself up under me. I held on to his shoulders and looked down at him.
When he pushed his dick in me, both of us moaned at the same time.
I sank down slow, inch by inch, my pussy stretching around him while my nails dug into his shoulders.
Pressure held my hips and let me take him, and his eyes was locked on mine like he wanted to see the exact second my body gave in. I felt all of him, from the thickness, the heat, the way his dick filled me up until my hips were spread completely out.
“Pressure,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his.
“I’m right here, baby,” he said, his voice low.
I started rolling my hips slow.
The music moved under us, and I let my body follow it.
My legs were spread around him, my titties pressed against his chest and my pussy moved over his dick in slow circles that made both of us breathe harder.
I didn’t bounce or rush. I stayed low on him, chest to chest with my mouth close to his, loving him with every roll of my hips.