BLYTHE #3
“Shit.” I moaned out throwing my head back.
He grabbed me by my neck and pulled my lips to his.
He licked off the jelly before pecking my lips sweetly.
He made his way down licking the jelly from my breast. I palmed his head loving the coolness of his lips on my skin.
He traveled further down pushing me back to lay against the smooth cold surface of the marble countertop.
Tapping my hip, I raised slightly so he could get my thong down.
He eased it down my legs and pushed my legs apart.
I didn’t have time to brace for impact before his face was buried in my honey pot.
“Pharaoh. Shit!” I moaned out. What the hell was this man doing to me. He lapped at my juices, moaning as if I was the best thing he ever tasted.
“Cum for me Angel.” He pinched my nipple before thumping it. My body flinched at the sharp pain right before I erupted.
“Oh my God.” I screamed. My body shook and I squirted out. “What the fuck is happening to me!” This shit felt insane. Panting I tried to calm my shaking body.
“Don’t call me God baby. Just Pharaoh. Turn that ass over.
” He flipped me over and pulled me to the edge.
My feet dangled close to the ground, and he forced my stomach and breast to lay flush against the counter.
Taking my panties, he pulled my hands behind my back and restrained them.
I heard the wrapper of the condom open right before he tapped his thick and heavy shaft against my ass cheeks.
“You ready for me baby? What’s your safe word love?”
“Fuck me!”
“Oh, you a pro now, huh? Okay. Let’s see how long it takes you to beg for mercy.
” He thrusted into me hard and deep. My head lifted off the counter, and he forced me back down.
His pumps were rough and his slaps to my ass were even more forceful.
I tried to wiggle my hands free. I needed my hand to be a barrier from his thrust. “Nah, take this dick B. Fuck you, right? Ain’t that what you said?
Huh?” He stroked slower but deep. Slapping each ass cheek.
I couldn’t speak. His motion was feeling so good. I loved the way he controlled me and made my body feel so good. Each thrust giving me life and obeying him completely. He even controlled my orgasms; they showed up only when he commanded.
“Damn girl.” He rubbed my ass soothing were his painful slaps landed.
“Shit baby.”
“You like that? Here.” He brought his index and middle finger to my lips.
I could smell the peanut butter before I seen it.
Sticking out my tongue I allowed him to massage it in my mouth coating my tongue.
I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked gently.
Swirling my tongue to get all the remnants of the creamy butter.
“Shit, angel. You so nasty for me. I’m almost there. Cum with me.” He smacked my ass and reached around thumbing my clit with his other hand. My kitty responded instantly, clit swelling under his motion. I exploded again at the sound of his command.
“Pharaoh!” I yelled out, lifting off the counter.
“Yes baby. Say my name. Fuck!” I felt the throb of his erection inside of me as he released with me.
His thrust slowed and he panted like he had just ran a marathon.
The room was silent besides our breathing and the humming of the refrigerator.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Hell, I couldn’t think.
I felt him untie my hands from the makeshift restraint before he turned me around and lifted me bridal style. He carried me to the shower where we did a quick wash before retreating to his bed.
We ended up going another round in his bed before eating our gourmet PB&J’s and passed out spooning. Not once did my mind wander to the trauma of my past. Or needing to be in control of everything. I went with the flow, and it felt so damn good. So right.
The sound of my phone vibrating on his nightstand stirred me from my deep sleep. Pharaoh had his body wrapped around me like a damn blanket. I had to peel him off to even reach for my phone. I blushed thinking how this would have never been okay but didn’t bother me at all.
“Hello?” I answered for Autumn. Whispering to ensure I didn’t wake Pharaoh.
“Hey babes. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home early?” I frowned unsure what the hell she was talking about. I sat up all the way thinking I was dreaming and heard her wrong.
“What are you talking about shug?” I probed calling her by the nickname I gave her many years ago
“I just got an alert that your door was opened. Are you not home?”
“What? No. I am still in St. Louis. Hold on let me.” I took the phone from my ear, put it on speaker as I climbed from the bed pulling up my security app.
“Already ahead of you. I am pulling it up too.” Silence filled the bathroom as I played back the footage. “B there are two people in your house. What the fuck.”
“I see um. Who the hell. I am getting on a flight now.”
“I’m calling the cops.” I could hear shuffling on her end of the phone.
“Wait! Is that, Lloyd? And, oh my God!”
“B, no!” Her gasp intensified the racing in my chest. She knew just like I did who was in my house.
“I’m on my way.”