3. Tahli #4
Khalif pulled my chair out, and I tried to recall when the last time a man pulled out a chair for me was.
And I came up with never. Scammers and hustlers weren’t the only kind of men I’d dated.
I talked to a truck driver for a few months, and I found out he was a bigger hoe than the scammers and the hustlers.
All he did was sit in that truck all day and talk to various women on the phone.
He had all the time in the world when he was on the clock, but once the weekend came and he was off, that nigga got missing.
It didn’t take me long to figure out what kind of time he was on, and I dismissed him with no hesitation.
I never slept with him and couldn’t care less about blocking his number.
I didn’t have any tolerance for grown ass men that played games.
Meeting a man with some sense and that acted like an adult was a breath of fresh air.
Inwardly, I found myself praying that Khalif wouldn’t switch up in the next few weeks or months.
Dinner was delicious. I had a few glasses of wine and as we walked out to the valet stand, my body was warm and flushed in a good way. While we waited for the car to arrive, Khalif stood in front of me and grabbed both of my hands.
“You want to come back to my place, or is it too soon? If you’re not comfortable, please don’t hesitate to say no. I’ll understand.”
Pulling my lips into my mouth, I attempted to hide my smile. The longer Khalif peered at me, I couldn’t contain it. “Sure, I’ll go to your place.”
It took one hour for me to end up in Khalif’s bed with his tongue flickering over my nipple.
We started out watching TV. We both sipped some Hennessy while he rubbed my feet.
The foot rub turned into something a little more provocative.
Khalif sucked my breast into his mouth causing me to inhale deeply through my nose.
Gently, he stroked my clit as he devoured my breast. I was a C cup, but that didn’t stop him from trying to damn near fit the entire thing in his mouth.
I could feel his condom covered dick resting against my pussy, and the faster he stroked my clit, the more I wanted him to penetrate me.
Khalif’s dick didn’t feel huge, but it didn’t feel tiny either.
I’d never be mad at a medium sized penis as long as the man could work it.
A moan pushed from my throat as his tongue trailed from my breast up to my neck.
Khalif licked along my collar bone before taking my earlobe into his mouth.
Gripping a handful of his locs, my back arched, and he snaked his tongue into my mouth.
Khalif pushed into me, and I moaned in his mouth.
He kissed my chin then the corner of my lips.
Pushing my legs all the way back until my toes were touching his headboard, Khalif pummeled my pussy with hard, deep strokes, and I was in heaven.
My stiletto shaped nails dug into his back as he sexed me savagely.
“Fuck, baby,” I spoke against his lips. “Khalif.” He was hitting every one of my spots, and I was becoming wetter and wetter.
“You so fuckin’ tight and wet,” he moaned.
I bit Khalif’s earlobe soft enough so he could feel it but not hard enough to hurt him.
Lightly, I scraped his scalp with my nails while he sucked on my tongue.
He pulled out of me and laid on his back.
On top was my favorite position, so I wasted no time straddling him.
Staring down into Khalif’s handsome face, I eased down on his pole.
With my feet flat on the bed, I grabbed the top of his headboard and bounced up and down on Khalif’s dick until he was gripping my waist and moaning like my bitch.
“Got damn, Tahli. Fuckkkkkkkk.”
The friction between my clit and his body had tiny volts of electricity shooting through my core.
My stomach tightened and despite the slight ache in my legs, I couldn’t stop.
My clit swelled, and my head fell back. I was right there.
Khalif could sense it. He smacked me hard on the ass, and I exploded.
My body jerked while my whimpers mingled with Khalif’s grunts.
“Come here,” he demanded.
I leaned down, so we were chest to chest. We were both sweaty, but exhaustion had never felt so good. Khalif wrapped a hand around my neck and squeezed while staring into my eyes. He pumped in and out of me, and my eyes closed as he took control even though I was on top.
“Oh shit,” my words came out choppy from the hold he had on my throat.
“Look at me when you come, ‘cus I’m about to come too.”
My eyes flew open at Khalif’s request. Eye contact during good sex was worse than voodoo.
The more intense his glare became, my pussy muscles began to spasm, and I came for the second time.
My lips parted, but no sound came out as my eyes closed again, and my chest heaved up and down as an orgasm rocked my body.
Khalif’s hold on my neck got tighter, and he moaned loudly as his body jerked.
I felt his dick jump inside my vagina, and I knew he’d come.
Breathing hard and fast, Khalif released his hold on me. I was about to get up when he grabbed my waist.
“What?”
Khalif puckered his lips indicating that he wanted a kiss.
I pecked his lips once. When he gripped my waist tighter, I kissed him again.
And again. The third time, I slipped him some tongue.
With his dick still inside of me, we engaged in a kiss so sensual that he felt around on his nightstand for another condom while never breaking the kiss. It was going to be a long night.