Chapter 8 #3
My knees bent forward as I lowered my knacked body onto the ground. The black sweats that he wore, I pulled down along with me. His briefs followed the leader. Keanu didn’t have to tell me twice.
“Ummmmm hmmmm,” I dragged, watching as his dick sprang from its holding cell and into the air.
Keanu’s long, thick fingers wrapped around his dick, massaging the tip as he looked down at me. When his hand slid to the base of his dick and he began swatting the air with it, I moved closer so that I wasn’t left out of the equation. His meatiness slammed against the side of my face.
Once.
Twice.
Three times, he slapped his dick across my cheek. I could feel every ridge, every vein, and every groove. It was perfect, just like him.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he demanded.
I’d waited for this moment for so long. Now that it was finally here, I couldn’t contain myself. I looked into Keanu’s dark eyes with my bright, brown ones as he grabbed my hair and forced me to. He sat his long, thick and extremely black dick on my tongue, making my wildest dream come to fruition.
Unable to conceal my deepest desire, I slapped his hand away from the back of my head and shoved his dick down my throat as far as it would go.
Not even the pricking of my eyes or the pool of saliva that formed in my mouth could stop me from trying my hardest to fit every inch.
When I couldn’t take any more of him, I gagged.
Keanu was forced from my throat as was the trail of slob that followed him out of my mouth, but still connected us as it dangled from the tip of his dick to the tip of my tongue.
As I tried my hardest to catch my breath, I felt him fill me, again. He showed no mercy on me, drawing snot from my nose as he reached the back of my throat again. In and out, Keanu fucked my mouth as if he was trying to make it cum.
“Is it everything you imagined? Big, black, and down your fucking throat?”
He didn’t expect me to answer. Couldn’t be expecting me to answer. Not with his pole shoved into my mouth, nearly blocking my airway completely. My only focus was breathing, keeping the snot from my nose from running down his dick, and keeping the tears that began to fall from my eyes to a minimum.
My pussy was soaking wet. I could feel the sliminess as I clenched my walls with each thrust of Keanu’s hips.
I couldn’t wait until he was inside of me, fucking me just as he was fucking my mouth.
Just like I wanted his semen down my throat, I wanted it smeared across my walls.
I didn’t have to wait long, either, because the second I grabbed his balls and massaged them between my fingers, his legs weakened.
“Fuck.” He shuddered.
Knowing that I had him right where I wanted him, I worked the muscles in my neck and used my other hand as reinforcement. He needed to be drained, and I wouldn’t stop until he was. He owed me this nut.
“Shit.”
His body stiffened as his legs locked. The warm fluid squirted from his dick and into my mouth as he pulled out. The remainder landed on my lips, but quickly joined the rest after my tongue swiped my lips to collect all that was left.
Keanu’s labored breathing was the loveliest sound I’d ever heard in my life.
The smell of defeat lingered in the air as we both gazed into each other’s rounds.
The smirk that had appeared on his face moments earlier had vanished.
I sported one much similar now. It was my turn to bask in my victory.
But just like me, Keanu wasn’t having it.
“Stand the fuck up, Lyric.” His raspiness was captivating.
His large hand wrapped around the center of his log, and he began massaging it slowly with eyes still on me.
Unfortunately, my gaze had drifted and his lovely piece was now the center of my attention.
As he stroked his dick and closed the small gap between us, my pussy began to cream.
Cum oozed from the tiny hole at the very tip of his tool, hitting the floor and going to waste.
There was a place for that and it wasn’t the floor.
It was inside of me, whether in my mouth or buried deep in my tunnel, I didn’t mind.
“This shit ridiculous,” Keanu fussed, looking down at the mess he’d made.
“You’re making a mess.” A smile crossed my face.
“This is your fault, Lyric. Shit, I can’t stop cumming,” he groaned, still stroking his dick as cum continued to ooze from it.
“You’re wasting my nutrients. Put it inside of me.”
“Bend that shit over,” he instructed.
I did and held onto the island for stability. I’d be needing it.
When Keanu slid into me, it was as if our universes aligned. The openness and vulnerability that I’d felt moments earlier returned. I was naked again, and not just physically. Bare. Uncovered.
I could feel our souls tie. Slowly, intensely, Keanu thrusted his hips and stroked me from behind. His arms dipped beneath mine and grabbed both of my breasts. He lifted me up until I was standing, almost completely erect.
My hands landed on top of his as I tilted my head so that his could fall down onto my shoulder. His strokes were so precise. All that could be heard throughout the space was both of our gratifying whimpers and the sound of my wetness.
Keanu had entered me with semen pouring from him, but I couldn’t help but be a bit greedy. I wanted more. I deserved more. My greed led me to request it, shamelessly.
“Cum inside of me.”
“You want this shit inside of you?”
“Yes. Please.”
“You want to have my babies?” he asked.
“Yes!” I bellowed as he picked up the pace, separating us and forcing me to bend over again. His strokes intensified. The smacking sound our bodies made sent me on a thrill of my own.
“You feel so good,” he breathed. “Too fucking good.”
“Cum inside of me,” I begged, not interested in the consequences of my actions.
“Be mine,” he requested.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I admitted, wholeheartedly. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m… I’m yours,” Keanu confirmed as he fell onto my back, attempting to catch his breath. “Fuck!”