CHAPTER 2 #3
Natasha let out a low, throaty laugh against Sasha’s cheek, but she didn't pull back. Her fingers stroked once more up the inside of Sasha’s leg, stopping just short of her wet center, before the driver brought the heavy vehicle to a smooth stop outside Sasha’s apartment building.
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The climb up the three flights of stairs to Sasha’s apartment was a silent, breathless blur.
Sasha led the way, her hips swaying under the dark jersey dress, her heels clicking sharp against the worn wooden steps. Natasha walked right behind her, her eyes locked onto the massive, rolling curve of Sasha’s rear, her breath coming slightly faster with every step.
The moment Sasha unlocked the front door and pushed it open, stepping into the dark, quiet living room, she turned to shut it—but Natasha didn't give her the chance.
Natasha stepped over the threshold, slammed the heavy oak door shut with her heel, and drove Sasha back against the entry wall in one fluid, aggressive motion.
The impact rattled the framed black-and-white prints hanging on the plaster. Before Sasha could even catch her breath, Natasha’s hands framed her face, and her mouth came down on Sasha’s with a fierce, possessive hunger that shattered every remaining boundary between them.
The kiss was hot, deep, and completely uncensored.
Natasha’s tongue slid past Sasha’s lips, tasting of dark scotch, sweet ginger, and raw, unfiltered demand.
Sasha let out a wet, guttural moan into Natasha’s mouth, her arms shooting around Natasha’s neck, her thick fingers burying deep into the cropped, silver-frosted natural hair at the base of her skull.
Sasha pulled Natasha flush against her body. The contrast was electric: Natasha’s lean, tall, structured frame pressing hard against Sasha’s thick, curving, muscle-heavy power.
Natasha’s hands slid down from Sasha’s cheeks, trailing over her neck, her broad shoulders, and down to the long zipper running down the back of Sasha’s dress. With one smooth, forceful tug, Natasha pulled the zipper all the way down to her waist.
The dark jersey fabric parted, slipping off Sasha’s broad, tattooed shoulders and pooling at her feet in a dark ring of cloth.
Sasha stood there against the wall in nothing but a thin black lace bra and matching high-waisted lace panties that barely contained the massive, round curve of her hips.
Her mahogany skin glowed in the amber street light filtering through the living room blinds, her sleeve tattoos flexing with every heavy breath she took.
Natasha pulled back an inch, her dark eyes wide, blown out, and ravenous as she took in the sight of Sasha standing half-naked against her wall.
"Fuck, you are magnificent," Natasha breathed, her voice a deep, gravelly rasp. "I've been dreaming about this body since the moment I saw you walk into the Garden Room. Look at you. Those tattoos... those thick thighs... that ass."
Sasha let out a shaking, hungry laugh, her hands dropping to the front of Natasha’s midnight-blue silk blouse. "Then stop dreaming, CTO. Take it."
Sasha ripped open the front of Natasha’s blouse, sending two small pearl buttons popping off the silk and clattering across the hardwood floor.
She shoved the silk off Natasha’s shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, revealing Natasha’s smooth, dark, firm chest encased in a simple black satin brassiere.
Natasha didn't care about the broken buttons. She reached out, her thick, manicured fingers hooking into the front center of Sasha’s black lace bra. With a sharp pull, she unhooked the front clasp, throwing the cups open.
Sasha’s heavy, chocolate breasts spilled out into the cool air of the living room. Her nipples, pierced straight through with surgical steel barbells, were already dark, swollen, and fully erect from the heat between them.
Natasha let out a ragged gasp. She reached forward, her hands cupping the full, heavy weight of Sasha’s breasts, her thumbs running back and forth over the cold metal bars.
"Look at these pretty, pierced-up titties," Natasha rasped against her throat, her breath burning hot as her front teeth nipped hard into the soft, ultra-sensitive skin beneath Sasha’s ear, pulling a needy whimper out of her.
"Fucking rock-hard for me already. Tell me how bad you like it when I play with this metal, Sasha...
tell me how dirty you want me to get with your jewelry. "
"Fuck... yes, Natasha," Sasha groaned, her spine snapping back hard against the plaster as her hips drove forward in blind desperation, grinding her drenched center right against the thick muscle of Natasha’s thigh. "Suck them... bite them... fuck my mouth up and eat these fucking nipples, please."
Natasha dropped straight to her knees right there on the hallway floor.
She slammed her face into the deep, scorching-hot valley between Sasha’s heavy breasts, inhaling the raw, intoxicating mix of sweet coconut oil, slick sweat, and pure arousal.
Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed Sasha’s dark left nipple, burying it deep into her throat.
Her tongue worked like a weapon, wildly swirling around and flicking the cold steel barbell, while her teeth clamped down on the swollen, hyper-sensitive flesh, biting down just hard enough to make Sasha scream her name.
Sasha’s back arched violently off the wall.
A loud, broken cry tore out of her throat, her hands grabbing two handfuls of Natasha’s hair, pulling her face tighter against her chest. The sensation of Natasha’s hot, wet mouth sucking hard against the cold steel sent sharp, electrical shocks straight down her torso into her pelvis.
"Ah... fuck! Natasha!" Sasha gasped, her knees trembling under her weight.
Natasha didn't stop. She switched to the right nipple, sucking even harder, her tongue flicking the metal bar until it clicked against her teeth, creating a sharp, addictive rhythm that made Sasha’s thighs shake uncontrollably.
At the same time, Natasha’s right hand slid down Sasha’s stomach, her fingers slipping beneath the elastic waistband of her high-waisted lace panties.
She pushed her hand down into the thick, dark hair between Sasha’s thighs, finding her lower lips completely, thoroughly soaked through with warm, sticky fluid.
"Look at you," Natasha murmured against Sasha’s breast, her fingers sliding through the slick wetness, trailing down to find the heavy silver barbell pierced through Sasha’s labia. "Drenched for me. You're fucking dripping, Sasha. You were wet before we even got through the door."
"I was wet at the bar..." Sasha panted, her eyes rolled back into her head as Natasha’s middle finger slid through her slick folds, finding her swollen clitoris. "I was wet watching you handle that nigga..."
"Is that right?" Natasha chuckled darkly, her finger making tight, pressing circles against Sasha’s clit, rolling her tongue over the steel piercing at the same time. "You liked watching me take care of your trash?"
"I loved it," Sasha gasped, her hips bucking against Natasha’s hand. "Fuck... finger me, Natasha! Please!"
Natasha didn't hesitate. She hooked her fingers into the sides of Sasha’s lace panties, yanked them down her legs, and ripped them completely off, forcing Sasha to kick them away.
Completely exposed from the waist down, Sasha stood with her thick legs spread wide against the hallway wall, her warm skin flushed and trembling.
Natasha stayed on her knees. She reached out, her hands digging deep into the heavy, smooth flesh of Sasha’s ass cheeks, gripping her tight and pulling her forward until Sasha’s soaking, dripping core was hovering just inches from her lips.
Natasha looked up, her eyes burning with pure, possessive hunger as she took in the sight of Sasha’s bare, slick pussy, glistening wet under the dim streetlights, the silver barbell gleaming against her dark skin.
"Look at this greedy, soaking pussy," Natasha whispered, her voice low and filthy. "Gonna eat every drop until your legs give out and you can't even stand."
Natasha leaned in hard and buried her face straight between Sasha’s thighs.
The first touch of Natasha’s tongue was broad, flat, and agonizingly slow.
She dragged her tongue from the base of Sasha’s perineum, straight up through her dripping lips, all the way to her swollen, throbbing clitoris, taking in a massive mouthful of Sasha’s sweet, musk-heavy juices.
Sasha let out a high, ringing scream that echoed off the high ceiling of her living room. Her hands flew to the top of Natasha’s head, her nails digging into her scalp as her hips jolted forward against her face.
"Fuck!" Sasha screamed, her thighs shuddering. "Natasha!"
"Taste so fucking good," Natasha muttered against her wet skin, her voice thick, muffled, and entirely filthy. "Sweet and nasty... you taste even better than the last time."
Natasha began to work with a hungry, relentless desperation. She wrapped her lips around Sasha’s clitoris, sucking it hard into her mouth while her tongue flicked rapidly over the steel barbell.
At the same time, she drove two long, manicured fingers straight inside Sasha’s tight, drenched canal.
The dual invasion made Sasha’s vision blur. The fingers inside her were long, firm, and merciless, curling upward in a steady, pumping motion that hit her sensitive G-spot with every stroke, while her mouth kept up a frantic, wet assault on her clit.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sasha chanted, her voice turning into a series of broken, rhythmic grunts as she ground her hips wildly against Natasha’s mouth. "Right there! Don't stop! Fuck, Natasha, don't stop!"
"Ride my hand," Natasha demanded between wet slurps, her fingers pumping faster, deeper, stretching Sasha’s tight walls as her thumb pressed hard against her pubic bone. "Show me how bad you need this high-class mouth. Show me how much better I feel than any man you ever had."
"You feel better!" Sasha screamed, her back arching completely off the wall, her toes curling hard against the floorboards. "You feel so much fucking better! Natasha!"