Chapter 11 #3
Kier licked his lips, coaxing me to sit on his face.
The first swipe of his tongue pulled a broken gasp from me before I could brace myself for it.
My kitty purred when his lips kissed my lower ones.
His tongue toyed with me while I held onto the headboard.
I could tell he was a controlled freak. Kier’s hands tightened against my thighs every time my hips moved too fast. He wanted complete control over how I unraveled.
I threw my head back while he feasted on me, gripping my ass in the process.
Kier’s tongue was soft but lethal. In such a short time, I was reaching my peak and was nervous about the outcome.
My chest rose unevenly while I tried to catch my breath. I was spent by how quickly he was pulling reactions out of me. “Wait.” I panted heavily, trying to contain myself.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I want you inside me now.”
“Quit tryna run from this nut, Si. It ain’t happening.”
He was right. I’d never felt this overwhelmed with pleasure before.
I didn’t know how my body would react if I was barely able to contain myself now.
Kier secured his arms around my thighs. His forearms flexed beneath my legs while he held me exactly where he wanted me, completely unfazed by how hard I trembled against him.
He spread my lady lips and annihilated my clit with his tongue.
On instinct, my hips rolled uncontrollably, my grip tightened on the metal headboard, and then I screamed in passion.
“Oh, ohhh, ohhhhhhhh, ahhh, Kierrrr.”
I was weak.
He pecked my lower lips a few times while I caught my breath, switching positions.
Kier placed me on my back while he unwrapped the condom in a shiny gold wrapper.
His dick seemed to have grown longer and harder at the sight of seeing me panting heavily, sprawled out on his bed from the intense session he’d given me.
Kier looked at me for a second before touching me again.
He liked seeing me undone beneath him, his ego on full display.
He sucked gently on my inner thighs, and I felt my body going into a fit.
He pushed my legs back, and I gasped at the intensity with which he entered me.
I moaned in pleasure and wrapped my legs around his waist, taking in as many of his inches as I could while he invaded my snug tunnel.
I ground my hips under him, making sure to match every one of his strokes.
“This pussy feels unbelievable. Damn Sibley, you squeezing a nigga. Fuck.” He groaned.
Kier stretched me wide, stroking me a few more times until I came for a second time.
“Turn over,” he said, tapping my leg.
I followed his instructions, getting on all fours.
My body quaked–an aftershock from that orgasm I’d just had.
Kier was turning me out! I couldn’t help but let him have his way with me.
Kier stretched my hands above my head, pressing them into the bed.
He kissed my ass cheeks one by one, then stuck his tongue in my dripping hole.
“Kieeerrrrr, shit.” Taking his fingers, he slid them in and out of me once again, teasing my opening and massaging my bud. Once his finger was glistening with my essence, he stuck it in my ass, shocking the hell out of me.
“Kier?” I questioned through an unfamiliar moan.
“Relax, baby.” He encouraged me.
With his thumb inside of me, Kier slowly long-stroked me while I moaned uncontrollably.
Kier’s hand intensified against my waist until I looked back at him. “Si, don’t let another nigga touch or taste you ever again.”
“Ummm,” I moaned. Kier strummed my clit while his dick stroked my walls. Then I screamed in pleasure as Kier struck me on my ass. WHACK
“You hear me, Si?” Kier’s grip tightened on my waist. Another foreign reaction hit me as tears of pleasure slipped from my eyes.
“Yesss.” I whimpered, making Kier strike me again.
“Say it!”
“I won’t le... let nobody- ohhhh, baby,” I moaned, unable to finish.
“Let nobody what, Si?”
Kier pummeled into me as he held me in place.
Methodically, Kier hit my g spot, over and over.
I cried out to him, flooded with the many sensations he was giving me.
I collapsed on the bed as my orgasm took over me.
Kier’s breathing turned uneven against my neck while his body stayed wrapped around mine as if he couldn’t get close enough.
Kier fell on me, spreading my legs wide and plunging into me further.
I could barely take him, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“I ain’t forgot. Say it.”
“My body belongs to you, baby. Nobody will touch or taste me ever again.”
“Fuckin right!” He groaned. Kier stroked me over and over until I came a third time, while he released for the first time.
I turned over onto my back while Kier hovered above me, his locs hanging loosely over my face and sweat glistening across his chest and shoulders.
His breathing was heavier now, slower than before, but his eyes still carried that same intensity every time they relaxed on me.
Kier brushed my hair away from my face gently before leaning down to kiss me again, softer this time.
Part of me knew he was appreciating the damage he’d done.
My body still trembled beneath him while his hand slid slowly along my waist, almost soothing after everything he’d just pulled from me. Kier took one of my nipples into his mouth, tugging at it gently with his teeth before looking back up at me with a satisfied smirk resting on his lips.
“It’s gonna be a long night, Si.”
He warned me.