Chapter SAMARA PRESS PLAY
SAMARA
PRESS PLAY
My ass was tender; I couldn’t even sit. To know this was what I had been begging for was crazy.
Although it all felt torturous, I would’ve done it all over again for Dio.
I knew most wouldn’t understand, and it may have seemed crazy, but everyone had their version of what they would go through for love, and this was mine.
He bought us a house, put a ring on my finger, and had never done anything but protected and loved me.
Dio and I saved each other's lives, and if God asked me to take anything to be rich, I would’ve turned it down because I was rich. Mine was just wrapped in love.
Dio came out of his clothes as he sat in the chair. He smiled as he glanced at me up and down. “Come paint a nigga a picture while you ride this dick.”
I leaned forward and kissed him before I turned my back and eased onto him. “Mmm,” I moaned.
He gently wrapped his arms around my waist as my body began to slowly rock. “Pick the paint brush up,” he groaned.
I closed my eyes, trying to focus while my hand gripped the paintbrush tightly. “Ah!” I whined.
I ran my tongue over my lips as I dipped the brush into the brown and began stroking the canvas.
Brown, a tint that was gently cast over Dio’s emotions.
I dipped the brush again while my hips rolled ever so smoothly.
A hint of white, like me, soft and open to everything he was serving me.
I heard a vibrating sound, and before I could look to see what it was, I felt it on my clit.
“Ooo wee,” I damn near cried.
“Fuck, Mars! The wetter the better,” he moaned as his tongue slid up my back.
Stroke, white. Stroke, brown.
The moment I dipped the brush into the orange paint, my mouth opened as a cry like a moan left me.
I tried hard to focus on the fucked-up painting, but the vibrator and his motions made it hard.
The way we were meshing was different. He took a handful of my hair, pulling my back to his chest. I had forgotten about the brush that fast, swinging my arm back to grip his head and causing the orange color to stroke across his face.
“Turn around,” he whispered in my ear.
Click off.
He dropped the vibrator into the paint.
I got up, turned around, and slid down an inch at a time.
Eyes on him.
Dio’s lip disappeared between his teeth, his eyes low, and the stroke of orange on his face making him look like a fucking Zoo warrior.
He didn’t say a word as he just watched me. It was as if he was looking right into my soul. The love he held in his heart and eyes made butterflies erupt inside of me. I slide the paintbrush over his skin again. The orange against his brown skin was the perfect pairing.
His hands wrapped around my neck. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
I swiped another stroke of orange onto his face before dropping the brush and placing my hands around his neck. Dio was into breath play, and we had dabbled in it before, but I knew he was going to go all the way this time, and I was ready.
My body moved forward, then rolled back. We squeezed.
Foreheads touching.
I sipped in air, and so did he. Tighter.
Roll forward, ride back.
Tighter.
We sipped in air again.
Roll forward, ride back.
Tighter.
He loosened his grip, giving me just a second to catch my breath, but I hadn’t loosened my grip.
Dio was taking this shit like a pro, and it was both scary and sexy.
As I inhaled, he fed me his tongue. We kissed each other like we were starving for food.
Dio’s grip began to get tighter. This time, there was no air coming in, and the small bit of air I had was depleting, but the way he was fucking me, I didn’t care because the shit was impeccable.
Roll forward, ride back.
Tighter.
He slowly stood with my legs wrapped around his waist, turning me so I was now sitting in the chair.
I released my hands from his neck to grip the side of the chair for a little balance.
However, Dio only squeezed tighter. His hips rolled slowly in a wave motion.
It was as if we were slow grinding to a freaky song.
Side to side, front, then back.
My eyes began to flutter, he loosened his grip, and in that moment, I sucked in air deeply. One hand to my waist, the other still on my neck as his eyes got lost in mine.
Side to side, front, then back.
“I want you to cum for a god!” he moaned as his head tilted slightly to the side while watching me.
Tighter.
Side to side, front, then back.
“Let that pussy do what she does, Mars. I swear she has never let a nigga down. Now cum for a god!” he groaned loudly.
Tighter.
Side to side, front, then back.
My eyes began to roll, and I could only hum my moans.
His finger landed on my clit, and my eyes opened wide to see him still devouring me with his eyes.
The orange paint strokes on his face shone under the black light.
His eyes were almost demonic but sexy. My pussy began to thump fast, and I knew he felt it because his head began to move up and down.
Side to side, front, then back.
His strokes became slow and more intentional, his grip got tighter, and his finger flicked at my pearl. I was about to fucking explode.
Slow, flick, roll.
He was always good in bed, but I knew that I was more experienced, so each time we had sex, he wanted to prove that he could keep up. However, this was much different. He had mastered the art of seduction, of pleasure, and of lovemaking.
Slow, flick, roll.
He was fucking the shit out of me, and my body couldn’t take it.
Slow, flick, roll.
Dio was serving me every inch of his sadistic, crazy, deranged, love, pain, and fucking pleasure. Tears streamed down my face as my body went into an orgasmic bliss. He had never taken my body this far, but tonight, this nigga did.
He finally released my neck, and just as I sucked in a deep breath, I closed my eyes tightly and exploded, screaming as loud as I could. “Gaaaawwwddd!”
When we were done, he gently kissed me as he picked me up and carried me up the steps. We entered the master bedroom, where a bed awaited me with the finest silk orange sheets and a black comforter. We didn’t shower; we didn’t say a word other than I love you. I snuggled under him comfortably.
Although he accepted it, I didn’t want to leave because I had everything I could ever ask for here.
However, I was excited to see a new place for a change.
Maybe it’s what I needed to find out what things were like outside of him and the Zoo.
This would be the first time Dio and I would be apart since we came to Toussaint.
I knew the only way to find out was to leave, and by the fall semester, I was going to let the chips fall where they may with no remorse.